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PART TWO

Its 2am have more scar headcannons/imagines

Characters: Razor(platonic), Kaeya, Xiao, Tighnari

Sorry these are probs subpar cuz my writing style varies depending on the bpd mood lmao. Bear with the redundancy of these, there are only so many ways to write the same action.

If youre the anon who sent me an ask im replying to your ask with the inverse you talked about. Stay tuned <3 (its probably gonna take another 6 months but welp)

Not spell checked or proof read sorry lol

Razor (platonic)

Wolf boy has a lot of scars as we can all tell. I feel like he probably doesnt get the point of lotion. Probably says it smells bad, like chemicals. His scars are all really improperly healed. Probably has keloid scars (overproduction of scar tissue). The sheer size of the ones on his arms lead me to believe he never got stitches or bandages of any sort, which makes sense considering his story. Regardless, that shit looks painful lmao. (Lighthearted imagine to start us off)

“Razor!” You yell, damn that kid was way faster than you. You nearly trip over a log as you run after him.

“Razor, stop running dammit.” You continue to shout after him, hoping anything you say might just make him slow down. Lord knows you could never catch up to him.

“It's just lotion. It'll make you feel better!” Your lungs start to sting from the chase and your legs drag behind you. You stop to catch your breath and Razor slows down in front of you.

He approaches you slowly like he's afraid you’ll catch him if he gets too close. “Smells bad,” he says and you all but roll your eyes.

“Sometimes things that are good for us smell bad.” You explain. Razor waits for your breathing to even out before he gets within arms reach of you.

“Like soap?” He says and you laugh at the memory of trying to get him to wash himself with soap instead of the occasional dip in the river.

“Yes, like soap.” You sigh and he frowns. Tentatively he holds out his arm, he looks at you expectantly.

“Finally.” You say under your breath and open the bottle of lotion. You can practically feel Razor's eyes watch your hands cautiously. He doesn't move as you spread some against the skin of his arm.

“Cold.” He comments and you huff a little laugh.

“See.” You say when you finish. “Feels better right?”

Razor finally relaxes and smiles at you. “Yes.”

You're just glad he stopped running.

Kaeya

Not gonna go the obvious way and say his eyepatch because I'm different lmao. I think his knuckles are scarred. I think kaeya seems like the type to cope with his feelings through violence. I think kaeya probably hates himself. When everything gets to be too much he just starts coming out swinging. The kind of person who punches a wall without really thinking about it. But yeah I think he used his fists too much when he was younger and now he wears the fingerless gloves to protect/cover the scars. (Sorry if this is weird or seems ooc, it just makes sense to me idk why)

You first see them when he gets the new outfit in sumeru. Everyone around you seems to disregard them, or maybe just not notice. But you can sense the way he subtly hides the scars, the way he walks with a hand behind his back, one covering the other. Its easy to not notice if you arent always watching closely. Maybe the only reason you noticed was because you seemed to always be staring at him. Kaeya catches you looking more than once and in typical kaeya fashion he deflects with flirting or jokes.

Later, when youve returned home to mondstat you ask him about it and he explains after some persistence.

“Its nothing to be shameful of.” You murmur, a hand holding his, looking at the dry scar tissue.

“Its one thing to have scars from braving a battle, a complete other thing to have them from your own stupidity.” He looks away from you and the eye you can see seems far away. Like he’s recalling something from his past.

“But it wasnt stupid, it was a way to cope. How can anyone think of something like that as not brave?” He doesnt answer you, only frowns slightly, a face youve never seen him make. “Do you atleast take care of them?”

He still doesnt respond. You sigh, exasperated, and pull out your endless bag of goods to find a lotion to help with the dryness.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you all but cringe at the thought of him not knowing you have to moisturize scars.

“I’m helping you.” You half expect him to make a witty comment but the situation proves to be too heavy and he goes back to staying silent. The whole act goes without words, you spread the lotion over his knuckles, rub it in gently. He doesnt say anything until you slide his gloves back on.

“Thank you.” He says and before you can say anything back he adds, “For your actions and your words.”

You press a kiss to one of his gloved hands. “Your welcome.” You thnk you see his cheeks tint the slightest shade of red before hes back to normal again.

“And here I thought I was the romantic.”

Xiao

I always liked the images of the karmic binds/shackles so I like to imagine his wrists are scarred from straining(?) those too much. I mean considering Xiao is an Adeptus physical wounds wouldn't leave a scar so maybe these more mental-type wounds would. Like the more karmic debt he has the worse the scars get in condition, the less debt the more they fade. Maybe the lotion helps soothe the debt more than anything. Maybe the act of something so comforting and intimate with you lessens the pain. Food for thought I guess.

Every morning, at dawn, Xiao enters a room in Wangshu Inn so his lover can put lotion on his scars. This morning is no different.

“Good morning, Xiao.” You say like always, same pretty smile on your face every day.

“Morning,” Xiao mumbles and frowns as if this isn't his favorite part of the day. He avoids your eyes as he takes off his gloves. As many times as youve seen his wrists, he still gets insecure about them. It's no secret Xiao hates being vulnerable, even around his most trusted companion.

“I saw zhongli yesterday.” You say quietly as he sits down on the bed next to you, lotion in hand. “He was with that harbinger.”

“Tch. Useless scum.” Xiao comments and you laugh.

“He seemed happy, Xiao. Try to be tolerant of his friend.” Xiao just rolls his eyes and rests his arm in your hand. You continue to talk about your day as you open the bottle of lotion and start to spread it out against his wrist.

Xiao stays quiet during this, as he always does. You think he must enjoy your voice because he's always been intent on listening to you speak even if he usually prefers silence. He absorbs your words so soaked in affection and the ache in his body seems to lessen. Pain becomes distant, horrible and intense feelings become easier to push away.

It's over before he realizes it, you've put the lotion away simply holding his hand now, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. He leans against you and you hum in content.

Maybe this is healing for the both of you. Mutual comfort.

Tighnari

I know a lot of people like the idea of him having scars from getting struck by lightning so i'm just gonna play off of that. Lighting very rarely leaves scars but the scars it does leave are burns. The electricity also causes nerve damage so you'd have to be very gentle and careful when handling tighnari’s scars. They're probably on his neck/back so itd take a lot of trust for him to let you see him so vulnerable. He probably already has lotion he puts on himself but its very hard to reach your own back so eventually he asks you for help.

You've seen him put lotion on his scars many times, watched him wince at the pain of it. You refrain from asking him if he wants your help. Tighnari is independent, he doesn't need anyone's help. But maybe itd be less painful if he didn't have to strain his muscles to reach the scars.

He doesn't say much when he asks the first time. Just tells you to be careful. He starts to list the ingredients of the lotion he's made. How he found it, what the weather was like that day.

No matter how gentle you were he’d still pause in the middle of sentences, and with his back to you, you never saw his winces but you knew they were there.

“Okay,” you say when you've finished and you know he's relieved it's over even if it was a more pleasant experience than him doing it himself.

But he thanks you anyway, and he’ll ask you to do it again the next day.

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Xiao x GN Faerie Reader P. 5

sorry it took almost nine months lol working on the next part rn.

TW: brief mentions of blood, vomit, and injuries.

double post today :D

Part 4

The faerie wakes up exhausted and confused. No longer are they sleeping on the cold hard roof but in a bed with warm blankets and a familiar body next to them. The faerie suddenly becomes aware of every tingling spot on their body, all points of connection, places where their skin meets the skin of another. They fight the urge to lean into this odd yet pleasant feeling, knowing on the other side of the bed was a very injured and grumpy Adeptus.

The memories return slowly, a blur of motion becoming clear in their mind. First, it's the fear that suddenly comes to mind, flashes of blood and black, vomit being swallowed down and working through the dizziness. It hits the faerie in a rush, a sudden nauseating feeling growing in their stomach at the memories. But more follow right behind them, a different sort of nausea, one that screams embarrassment and frustration. They recall the image of Xiao’s shirtless body and with the lack of adrenaline to mask the attraction a burning feeling creeps up their neck and spreads on their face. They knew Xiao was strikingly handsome beforehand, just looking at him from a distance could tell you that much. But now- now they had seen what is not usually shown, had seen his skin without censor, only marred by injuries that made the faerie's stomach stir.

They push the arousal out of their mind reminding themself yet again that Xiao was no more than a patient, just someone in need of healing. Another flash of memories plays out in the faerie's mind, snippets of awoken slumber, stirred by the karma surrounding them. The faerie remembers an argument in snapshots, broken lines of dialog blurred by exhaustion. Only one instance was clear, a scene burned so clearly in their mind it almost hurt to recall.

“You need to rest! No slipping by me while I’m sleeping!” The faerie's voice is uncharacteristically angry, their eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You have no respect for the Adepti.” Xiao’s words are cold and stubborn.

“I would disagree considering I’m trying to keep ‘the Adepti’ from killing himself!” The faerie has no filter having awoken from their sleep to the sound of a certain Adeptus limping onto the roof. “I did not work myself dry keeping you alive for you to fall off some roof because you’re too stubborn to lie down!”

“I wouldn't-“

“For archons sake Xiao! You better get back in that room or so help me I will get Rex Lapis himself to make you!” The faerie looks downright terrifying like this, their wings which usually rest in a downward-facing manner are now spread to their full height and Xiao has to strain his neck just to look up at them. The faerie’s natural instincts have taken over to appear more threatening though they are unaware of it, and Xiao is quite frankly too tired and weak to fight with them any longer. Not to mention the fact that the faerie is definitely crazy enough to hunt his master down and threaten him into making Xiao rest.

“Fine.” The Adeptus mumbles and the faerie shouts a cry of joy in response.

The two approach the spare room for the second time that night. Xiao sits on the uncovered bed stiffly and the faerie hums happily as they take a seat on the floor in front of the door.

“W-what are you doing?” The Adeptus can't help but ask.

“Making sure you can't leave.” The faerie replies with a smug smile. Xiao bites his lip as he debates asking the faerie to sit with him on the bed. He blames his temptation on his physical impairments and clears his throat awkwardly.

“It’s, uhm, less painful when you are close.” He mumbles and the faerie's eyes widen at the statement.

“Oh.” They shake their head as if to rid themself of embarrassment. “Right, I’ll sit on the bed with you then.”

The faerie remembers only awkward glances and movements after that. They realize they must have fallen asleep while sitting on the bed with Xiao and try to hide the groan they let out in embarrassment.

After the faerie is through having a mini breakdown over the fact that they are in a bed and touching Xiao, they slowly peak over to the side where he lays.

His eyes are open. Shit.

"Good morning, Xiao." The faerie says and their voice barely even shakes.

"Good morning." He responds, blank and unaffected.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Adepti have no need for sleep."

"Xiao." The faerie sighs, "Your whole Adepti speech is really getting old."

Xiao only frowns in response to that. The faerie and Adeptus share a moment of silence before Xiao suddenly clears his throat.

"How did you sleep?" He asks slowly as if he had never inquired about another person before.

"I slept well, thank you for asking." The faerie answers.

There is another awkward silence.

"I must be going now." Xiao stands abruptly and in an instant, he's vanished into a flurry of anemo particles.

The faerie just sighs again.

"Suppose I should've expected that." They say to themself.

On the roof of Wangshu Inn Xiao stood with his head in his hands. He had never felt so... good. Though it sounded odd to say, it was true. He was finally leaving behind centuries of pain and suffering. For the first time in so long, he finally felt something other than pain. That horrible feeling nested into his stomach was starting to lift. Instead of misery, instead of the heavy burden he was carrying, he felt something new. Something he couldn't quite name.

Something... good.

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Christmas snippets

You'll find very quickly that I'm unreliable and unmotivated. Anyways I've been sad lately bc of Christmas so heres some fluffy xmas stuffs.

Its not a lot but its cute lolol

Childe-

-gets lonely during christmas because it reminds him of his family.

-sad but is grateful to be with you now.

-he absolutely adores being outside in the cold.

-also loves the snow.

-would 100% build a snow man or have a snowball fight with you.

-

Its not hard to find your lover around Christmas time. He's always in the same spot when he's alone.

You step out onto the porch of your shared home, shivering with the rush of cold air that now surrounds you. Childe looks up from where he's sitting, and smiles at you warmly.

"Hey," you say with a little smile of your own.

"Hey," he responds, patting his lap and motioning for you to sit. You make your way to him and settle in his lap, soaking in his warmth despite the cold weather.

"You're freezing already." He says and you snuggle into him more.

"So warm me up." You reply and turn to give him a kiss. You melt at the warmth of his mouth against yours, and when he slips his tongue just past your lips you savor the way it feels burning hot against yours.

"Will that do?" He murmurs when you part for air and you smile and nod your head.

"Thank you my love."

•

Xiao-

-hates cold weather, hes not usually around it so it hits him ten times harder than most people

-wears big coat, scarf and gloves when outside.

-is the kind of person that speed-walks in the cold so he can get to his location (aka warmth) faster.

-you guys spend most of your time inside tho.

-but he does like the sweets that revolve around Christmas.

-you guys do a lot of baking together.

-just imagine icing cookies with xiao and making little birds or something.

-so cute.

-

Theres a certain gleam to Xiao in the winter time. His cheeks turn a pretty shade of red and his eyes glow against the shimmering snow.

Though you aren't out often, considering Xiao's aversion to cold weather, when you were it was common to see him bundled up in a large coat and scarf.

"Xiao, you look so pretty today." You say quietly, gazing at him with a lovely smile.

His cheeks somehow warm to an even deeper shade of red and he looks away embarrassed.

"Thanks." He murmurs, though you barely hear it. He looks back to you after and furrows his brows.

"You look nice as well." He mumbles. He quickly takes your hand and starts to walk forward, you chasing right after him bouncing as you walk.

•

Diluc-

-So warm

-you stay attached to him at all times because of how warm he is

-you guys spend lots of time talking by the fire place or making hot coco.

-he holds your hand in his pocket and uses his vision to warm you up when outside.

-in addition he doesnt change his outfit in the cold weather. Looks exactly the same.

-sometimes you get worried so you make him wear a scarf

-but overall cozy holidays.

-he definitely falls asleep during Christmas movies though XD

-

"Diluc." You whisper. "Diluc, baby." You look over to him wondering why he hasn't answered, but of course hes already fast asleep.

You sigh and turn the movie playing off. You find a blanket and lay down next to him on the couch, covering both of you up in the process.

You feel him stir behind you, a soft murmur of your name leaving his lips.

"Yes, diluc." You respond and he pulls you closer to him.

"What time is it?" He mumbles, still half asleep.

"Just past ten." He yawns as you answer.

"Okay, i love you." He says and his body goes still again.

"I love you too."

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Genshin characters and you putting lotion on their scars

Hiiii. So I have many many scars and this morning while I was putting lotion on I thought, huh wouldn't it be nice to have someone do this for me? To give such a mundane act of care... so romantic! 

Anyways, not everyone has scars like me but all our favorite genshin boys and girls are fighters and that means they have to have some sort of scar! 

Feel free to request more characters for a part two to this! I'll be doing a part two regardless, but if you have a great idea for a character I'll definitely incorporate it! 

Characters: Diluc, Tartaglia, Kazuha, and Beidou. 

part. 2

Diluc 

We all know that Diluc is commonly head cannoned to have a fuck ton of scars. Bro probably doesn't do shit with them either. You'd probably catch him with the incessant itch. Dear god, that is horrible, for you non-scar havers, the itch is nonstop, and when you scratch it's painful like a rash except all burny and dry. Please help him moisturize his scars. He's gotta be in so much pain. 

You've caught him with his hand under his shirt again, the rapid scratching looking frantic as he itches. 

"Diluc," you murmur a hand catching his arm and stilling his movements. "Did you put on your lotion this morning?" 

You watch him sigh, his scratching hand reluctantly making its way to yours instead. 

"No love, I didn't have time." 

"You can't not have time for your health Diluc!" You chastise him gently, though your tone holds some frustration. You're already moving to the bedroom, dragging him along and pushing him onto the bed. 

"Stay." You say with a pointed finger and you move to the connected bathroom, fetching the lotion out of the cabinet. 

Diluc has already taken his shirt off by the time you get back to the bedroom, resigned to his fate. You smile at him in approval and his gaze softens just a bit. 

"You have to be doing this every day," you remind him and you can practically hear him rolling his eyes. 

"I know." He retorts but it lacks the sarcasm and retains the hint of affection he tries to suppress. 

"Are you sure? Cause you can't seem to do it properly anyways." You mumble and he huffs the slightest laugh. You can't help your heart melt every time he does it, even if it's small. You can't help your smile either, as you gather lotion on your fingertips and start to spread it onto his skin. 

Diluc seems to enjoy your ministrations because he lets out a hum in contentment, eyes falling closed as you massage the lotion into his skin. 

You let your hands glide along his chest, spreading across his scars as you admire and recall each one. 

"Thank you, my love." 

Tartaglia

I personally head cannon Ajax to have self-harm scars but I won't mention anything about it here. I think he probably has really erratic and odd scars. The abyss probably had all kinds of horrors with different ways of causing harm. But since Ajax is the type to purposely get himself into a fight he'll most certainly lose, I also think he's the type to purposely let himself get injured for the thrill of it. He would wear his scars as a sort of armor, he acts cocky about them but is actually quite shameful. 

You catch his eyes lingering in the mirror just before you bathe together. He can't help but feel conflicted over the scars he's accumulated. On one hand, he feels proud that he could have survived such horrible atrocities. Gone through hell and come out the other side with battle scars and his life. On the other hand, he now has to live with permanent markings on his body, an equally permanent reminder of the past that haunts him. 

“Ajax?” You murmur, a hand finding its way to his bicep, absent-mindedly tracing the scars that reside there. “Are you alright?” 

Your voice snaps him out of his trance-like state and he once again puts on his cheerful facade. 

“Just admiring my amazing body!” He quips and winks at you in the mirror but you frown at his masked emotions. 

“Don't bullshit me, Ajax.” He all but flinches at your harsh reply. “I know you better than that, love.” 

His mask falls and the man you know returns, a frown adorning his boyish features. You follow his gaze to your hand on his arm and suddenly you know. He must see the realization on your face because he speaks up before you can say anything. 

“You know me better than anyone.” He sighs and his hand comes up to cover yours. “I just don't like them is all.” He doesn't need to state it outright, he knows you know what he means. 

“If it means anything, I like them.” Your words are hushed and he can feel your hand leave his body as you shift away from him. 

“Why’s that?” He asks as you busy yourself looking through the cabinets. 

“Reminds me that you're not perfect. That you have weaknesses just like anyone else. That you're more human than you like to believe.” You say this nonchalantly like it's not the most genuine thing anyone's ever said about him. He watches you emerge from the cabinet with a bottle of lotion and a smile. You let the words sink in as you gather lotion in your hand. 

“I like them because they’re a part of you. They tell the story of how you became strong and how you weren't always that way.” You can't help but hum fondly as his eyes follow your movements. How your gentle hands caress him in a way not even his mother has since he was fourteen. Your hands glide up his shoulder blades, curve around to reach his front, and touch every part he hates. 

“I love them because I love you. All of you.” 

Kazuha

His bandaged hand is scarred from when he grabbed his friend's vision. That shit’s gotta hurt so bad, burn scars are a pain in the ass to take care of too. Especially since they’re so sensitive to sunlight. It makes sense why he would keep his hand bandaged even after his wound has healed. Though it's gotta be so itchy under there. Please be careful when handling his hand, scars like that are painful for years after they’ve healed. (I feel like he would be hesitant to show you it, so the scenario is your first time seeing/taking care of it.)

“Please, can I help you?” You’ve asked him this more times than you can count, always pleading gently to see his scar and getting the same rejection every time. So you don't expect it when his red eyes go dark and he just barely nods.  

“Okay.” He says quietly and you can only blink in shock before gathering yourself and leading him to the bathroom. 

He sits on the edge of the tub and patiently waits for you to find the salve he puts on his hand. Your heart beats faster than you like at the sight of his eyes so far gone. Maybe he's disassociating? You don't bother asking as you settle down in front of him. 

Your gentle hands take his bandaged one, and you look up at him to make sure it's still okay. He nods again and you continue wordlessly, deft fingers unraveling white gauze with ease. It doesn't take long for his skin to be exposed and you take in the sight of his scar. 

It takes a lot to not wince or grimace, the burn has left more scar than skin. The tissue is still red and angry, the texture severely affected in odd pattern-like ways. But you manage to smile sadly at the sight, how much willpower must it take to willingly catch a burning object and hold onto it? To ignore every instinct and cling to something so painful. To say Kazuha is resolute and tenacious would be a massive understatement. 

“Tell me if it hurts.” You mumble, wholly engrossed in caring for him. Your hands gather the salve in your fingers and start to gently spread it across his palm. His arm tenses up but he says nothing. 

The process is short, simply letting the salve sit on top of his skin, not daring to massage it in. He seems grateful for this. It's not long before you're wrapping new gauze around his palm threading it between his fingers. 

“Thank you,” he whispers when you're done, slipping down to the floor with you and hugging your waist. He buries his head in your chest and you hold him there. 

“Anytime, love.” 

Beidou

The scar under her eye patch, I know a lot of people think she doesn't have one but for the sake of this, imagine she does. I think she's probably less forthcoming about the eyepatch because of the scar. Do you guys remember in her hangout how she was talking about her childhood and how she chased a dog to get its food and had to fight it? I feel like the dog probably scratched her eye and left her partially blind and scarred. And that part of the hangout is one of the only times we see Beidou feeling solemn, it’s gotta be a tough memory for her. 

She tells you the story the first time she lets you see it. For once, her demeanor is less than confident, no longer renowned captain of the crux, uncrowned queen of the sea, only Beidou. 

It's very obviously an old scar, not very big or intense. When you see it you focus more on her actual eye, her iris is a faded pinkish-red color, the pupil distorted and uneven. 

“I can still see a little bit on that side but it's all messed up and blurry, so I wear the eye patch.” She explains and you frown at the thought. 

“Did it hurt?” You ask, voice quiet and tentative. 

“I… don't really remember, to be honest.” Her eyes seem far away at the thought. “I just remember being so hungry. It was the only thing I could think about.” 

Your eyes study her expression, one you've never seen on her before. Its sorrow, longing, and pure pain all wrapped up in one. You let your finger trail the length of the scar on her eyelid. The lotion spreads with the motion, smearing white against her pale skin. The eyepatch has left a tan line that would've been comical if not for the sad story behind it. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper, “and for letting me see it.” 

“Of course.” She says. “I trust you.”

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Mi media naranja. My half orange.

Oranges are a very common symbol for love in poetry. Peeling an orange and sharing it with someone is like saying, 'i love you'.

kazuha sits next to you, and you watch him as he peels an orange. both of you were unable to sleep at this hour, and with oranges being one of the few fruits that remain in your refrigerator, you basically had no choice. the fruit was as bright as ever—as if he were holding the actual sun in the palm of his hands. he then calls your name.

with a hum in response, kazuha asks, "do you know what mi media naranja means?"

you shook your head to say no. it was the first time you'd heard such a term. you knew kazuha had a wide knowledge of poetry, and he asks you these things when he wants to share something he knows about the topic.

as he finished peeling the orange and splitting it into such perfect halves, kazuha spoke. "it means you're my other half, the one who completes me," he said as he gave you the other half of the orange.

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Reverse comfort ft. Venti <3

So I always liked the idea of Venti smoking because to me smoking is so attractive and well Venti probably would in a modern world. so creds to this art post for inspiring a venti reverse comfort. (I love xiaoven but I don't really write ship fics so an x reader it is lolol)

CW: fluffy for the most part, slight hint towards Venti's dead friend, no pronouns or gender mentioned for reader, almost crying, smoking duh, cringe comfort dialog.

sorry if there are any mistakes (I wrote this on a whim in my personal comforts and decided it had post potential)

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Venti doesn't smoke as much as he drinks. Still, it's not rare to find him sitting under a tree with a cigarette between his two fingers. He takes drags in slow deep breaths and holds the smoke in his lungs for a drawn-out moment. And then his lips part and the smoke flows out and away, curls around him as if to caress his face, and disperses.

The scene is somehow breathtaking. Venti is not usually so calm, his hyper-cheerful personality radiant and glowing. But when he's alone with a cigarette he lets it all go for a moment. Just sits with the smell of smoke and the taste of nicotine. And it's somehow beautiful and angelic. Somehow it takes your breath away every time.

You take a seat next to Venti and he smiles at your descent. He holds up the cigarette in question and you grab it to take a drag of your own in response.

"Feeling down?" You ask when you pass it back. And his hand pauses for a moment before he takes the cigarette from your fingers.

"It's been a long day." He says with a quiet voice. You nod in understanding, silently taking his free hand into yours. You give it a reassuring squeeze and Venti starts to hum a melody, something moody and unrecognizable, lined with grief and undertones of hurt.

You knew Venti wasn't always happy no matter how hard he tried to appear so. Hell, there was a soft smile on his face even now.

"They would be so proud of all the things you've done for Mondstat." You whisper and his humming falters and fades away.

His smile slips from his lips slowly, his eyes dropping closed with the sharp intake of a breath. When he finally opens his eyes and you can see those blue-green irises glazed over with tears, you move your hand behind his frame and place his head on your shoulder.

"Thank you," Venti whispers and it's clear how much the statement impacted him. His eyes don't leak but stay glassy and full, he takes shallow drags of the cigarette, occasionally lifting it up for you to take your own. He doesn't look at you for a while. What felt like hours passed. Sucking on cigarette after cigarette, staring into the distance to watch nature and the trees.

Eventually, with a hesitant face, Venti finally lifts his head from your shoulder and puts out a half-smoked cigarette in the damp dirt.

You don't need words to know what he wants from you, so you lean forward without asking and he follows your lead. Your lips meet gently, a sweet and reassuring kiss.

When you part from each other Venti stands and extends a hand to help you up. Your hands remain intertwined the whole way home.

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Xiao x GN Faerie Reader P. 4

this took literally so long oh my god. sorry, the ending is rushed just needed to get this out.

TW: Wounds, blood, hurt xiao, scared reader, mostly just reverse hurt/comfort tho

part 3 part 5

It doesn't take long for the two to meet again. Partly because Xiao has been everywhere in Liyue, throwing himself into his duties and taking even more karmic debt. And partly because the faerie finds themself at Wangshuu Inn often, waiting to see that mysterious Adeptus again.

It takes a lot to awaken a faerie from their sleep, and Xiao falling onto the roof of wangshuu inn does it all too well. He's injured though it pales in comparison to the amount of debt plaguing him.

The faerie practically screams when they see him. Fear washes over their face, eyes widening in surprise. They haven't seen anyone this injured since the archon war. And usually, those injuries ended in a painful death.

All their experience jumps to the front of their head and they immediately rush over to the fallen Adeptus. They assess his body, finding multiple flesh wounds along with angry red marks indicating internal bleeding.

What's even worse is the pure amount of karmic debt that surrounds him. It's nauseating to work through and the faerie swallows back bile multiple times. They work diligently, and through a haze of fear and nausea, their hands do the thinking, muscle memory taking over their actions.

The process is exhausting, using their vision to heal the internal bleeding and their hands to temporarily bandage the external injuries. Xiao seems too out of it to respond to the faerie's actions. The faerie is certain that the Adeptus would be dead if he were human.

By the time the faerie has secured Xiao's wounds enough to move him from the roof, Xiao is awake again. The faerie puts him on a bed in an unoccupied room in the inn.

"That was some serious shit you know." The faerie says and the haze that had overtaken their mind gradually disappeared. "You had me scared senseless." They glare at Xiao, though it's obvious there's no malice behind it.

"I apologize." He says quietly and his eyes flit away, one of his gloved hands clutches the blanket under him.

The faerie is taken aback but recovers quickly. "It's fine, just- be more careful okay?"

His weak nod is enough to satisfy the faerie and it pulls a sigh from their mouth.

Their top half slumps onto the bed laying over Xiao's legs like a weighted blanket.

They let out a low groan before sitting up again. "Alright c'mon, I'll wash your injuries." They go to grab Xiao's hand but he flinches away sharply. "Can't you just use your vision?"

The faerie looks at him with a grimace and then sighs again. "I'm tired. I've already used my vision so much it would be more exhausting to use it again than to physically tend to you."

The Adeptus' lips pressed together and he reluctantly swung his legs over the bed.

"Woah woah!" The faerie cries immediately rushing to Xiao's side. They fling one of his arms over their shoulder and start to support his body weight. "Jeez, you're still injured you know. Not even I can make all that go away in a couple hours."

They both take slow steps toward the bathroom, the faerie supporting Xiao's back with their wing.

"I'm an Adeptus I can walk myself." Xiao mumbles but makes no attempt to break away from the faerie's hold. The faerie fights the blush spreading over their face, and their mind is horrified at the flustered thoughts running through their mind. I'm a healer, for god's sake! Adeptus Xiao is just a patient right now!

They push the thoughts away as they enter the bathroom and help Xiao sit at the edge of the bathtub.

"Shirt off, mister Adeptus." They say and turn to wet a cloth in the sink. Xiao only grunts in response, suppressing a grimace as he pulls the bloody and torn shirt from his body. The faerie turns to back to him, wet cloth in hand. They frown at the sight of his exposed wounds.

The faerie crouches in front of him, lifting the cloth to his chest.

“This’ll probably sting.” And Xiao sucks in a breath at the feeling. The faerie’s movements are slow and precise as they clean the blood and dirt from his body. They try not to think about his skin so close to theirs, and how his muscles are twitching at the sensation.

The process goes slow and once they are finished with his wounds the faerie leaves him to bathe alone and goes to sleep on the roof again. They were very much needing of a long nap after all that work.

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Tartaglia x reader nsfw 💦

fatui! reader,,, gender neutral until **** afab afterwards. might make an amab version tho. Not spell-checked or anything, this took me months to write lmao.

(this was written to satisfy my own blood kink, in no way am I implying this would happen irl or that I support this irl)

TW/CW: Wounds, blood, stitches, blood kink, pain kink, sadomasochism, dom/sub-themes, bottom(switch?) Tartaglia, blow/hand job, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, Childe cries, praise kink, sliiiiight degradation, overstim, use of the word pussy, uh reader cuts him >.>, multiple orgasms... I think that's it?

summary: Reader gets put with childe to babysit him and gets turned on when he gets hurt lmao. Then smut.

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The bustling of Liyue harbor fades into the distance as you walk side by side with the 11th fatui harbinger, Tartaglia. Or Childe, as you were supposed to call him in public. The man wasn't like anything you’d heard about him. There was nothing cold or ruthless about him, and in the time you’d been accompanying him, he’d been nothing but gleeful and cheery. If anything at this point you were starting to think he was more of a nuisance than a threat.

Nonetheless, you continued to supervise this man-child of a harbinger, there was a promise of compensation waiting for you at the end of the two weeks you would be together and you’d be dammed if you’d give up a job like that.

But sometimes you really consider throwing it all out the window and decking that son of a bitch right in the face.

“Comrade~!” A blob of orange crosses in front of your vision and you roll your eyes before focusing on the face now inches from your own. “You’d better pay attention or you’ll walk right into that hoard of hilichurls.” He points to the left and you follow his hand over to a mob of hilichurls bunched together and dancing about.

“Oh.” Is all you say and he laughs.

“Are you feeling well, comrade? It seems like your head's not in the game.” He lifts an eyebrow at you and continues before you can respond. “Don’t worry, you can sit here and rest while I defeat them.”

“Yeah like you can take 20 hilichurls at once,” you respond with a roll of your eyes, “I’ll help you, dumbass.” And you start to pull your sword out from where it sits at your side.

But Childe stops you with a hand and speaks again. “I don’t like that you underestimate me, comrade. I’ll handle it and you watch so you can learn a thing or two about how to take on a large number of enemies.”

“Whatever,” You sigh, “just don’t come crying to me when you get trampled.” And with that, he smirks and runs over to the mob of enemies.

Watching him fight is interesting, to say the least. For one, instead of trying anything with that bow he carries about, he goes straight for his hydro daggers and starts slashing this and that like a madman. He takes down three hilichurls at once with one calculated slash and laughs manically as blood splatters his clothes.

His dry cleaning must suck, you think before focusing on his movements once again. The hilichurls start to circle around him and close in and he kicks one to the side before putting his daggers together. In the process, a brave hilichurl reaches out and slashes his torso with one of its claws. Childe yells out in pain and for a moment, perhaps only a second or two, you see his jaw tighten and a glaze pass over his eyes. You’re awestruck with the image of his pain written on his face still in your mind long after he pours elemental energy into his weapon and takes out the whole lot of enemies in one move.

His cry of pain replays in your mind again and before you realize it your eyes have widened and your face has gone red. Childe, now standing in the murder scene, starts to turn towards you and you rush to fix your face and calm your racing heart before he can see you ogling.

When you see his face again he’s panting and out of breath, a smug smile still there despite his exhaustion. Your eyebrows furrow as you lock your eyes on the gash in his side, trying your hardest to push out the desire that floods into your mind as you study its severity.

“Learn anything?” He says as walks towards you again, and you make sure to note the strain in his voice for… medical reasons, before responding.

“Yeah, how to get yourself hurt while being reckless.” And you take one of his arms to pull over your shoulder.

“Don’t- be a prick,” He says despite the little breath of pain he lets out in the middle. It goes straight to your stomach and you look away while walking back onto the path.

“Shut up.” You say and an awkward silence settles between the two of you. The only sound filling up the lack of words is Childe’s ragged and unsteady breathing, which not only makes your heartbeat quicken but also feeds into the growing lump in your throat.

It takes a while before anyone speaks again, and this time it’s when the medical practice is in sight.

“You don’t have to do this you know,” Childe speaks quietly, a little hiss falling from his mouth when you startle from his words. “I’ve had worse wounds.”

You roll your eyes, “trust me I’m holding back from dropping you on the ground and leaving you there. I, however, have a conscience that would be a bitch to handle if I left you to rot.”

He laughs at that, a rough and breathy sound you’d never heard from him before. Something that made your annoyance with him soften in the slightest bit. He breathes in as if he’s about to say something but a nurse gasps and runs over to take him from you before you can hear it.

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By the time you see Childe again, he’s back to his usual self, you know because the nurse is flirting with him as she hands him off to you and he’s looking at her with his signature grin. She tells you to clean his wounds before and after bed before flashing Childe one more smile and retreating back into the clinic.

“She was nice,” You say sarcastically and start walking towards Childe’s expensive house.

“Not gonna help me walk this time?” Childe pouts and you send him a glare. He seems to get the message because he starts to ramble about something while you walk to his place.

Luckily the walk to his house is short and you make it there just as the sun starts to slip out of sight. When he lets you in you take off your shoes at the door and follow him through the house.

It’s a bit awkward watching him walk into his bedroom fully expecting you to follow, even more awkward when he pulls off his shirt and throws it onto the queen-sized bed.

“Wanna get the first aid kit, comrade?” He says, and you stare blankly at him. “It's in the bathroom through that door.” You nod and walk over to the door, pushing it open and flicking on the light.

The bathroom is as expensive looking as the rest of the house, a huge bathtub and a shower with glass doors sit on one side of the room. A toilet and sink on the other. You head over to the bathroom counter with expensive-looking marble and sort through the drawers until you find the first aid kit.

When you walk back into the bedroom Childe is sitting on the edge of his bed, unwrapping the bandages on his torso. You take a moment to study him, the way his arms and back are filled with all sorts of scars. It makes something click in your mind. Makes your stomach flip over and your grip tighten around the first aid kit in your hands.

“Going to stand there all day?” He doesn’t even look up as he speaks. His fingers, now gloveless, run over the bandages on his stomach, he pulls the last of them off and looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow.

You are pulled from your daze when his sapphire eyes meet yours. You blink once before averting your eyes and crossing the room to get to him. You sigh as you realize the awkward situation to come, only praying the man in front of you doesn’t notice the redness at the tips of your ears as you kneel before him.

The process is wordless, you don’t dare glance up at Childe’s face, nor does he remark about your flushed state. You open the first aid kit and take out the antiseptic wipes, holding your breath as you reach up to touch his stomach. The wound is long and red, stretching from one side of his chest all the way down to the waistline of his pants, where the very end disappears under his clothes. You work carefully around the stitches, trying not to pay too much attention to the way his muscles twitch when you get a little too close. You shift positions, placing one hand on his thigh to stabilize yourself. His leg flinches slightly in response causing your hand to slip against his wound.

“Sorry,” You say and instinctively look up at his face for signs of pain. He sucks in a breath and when you see his face your stomach drops. He’s red, biting his lip and blushing furiously under half-lidded eyes.

“It’s fine,” He mutters through his teeth and you gulp as a pang of desire goes straight through you.

“Tartaglia,” You murmur, the hand on his thigh subconsciously squeezing as your lust grows.

“Fuck,” he breathes and it’s nothing like anything you’d heard him say before. Your eyes dart down to the slight bulge in his pants and then back up as if you couldn’t look for too long.

You set down the wipe in your hand and bravely reach up to touch his neck. He looks at you again, wide-eyed, with a whisper of your name on his lips.

“Can I…?” You trail off, not sure of what you’re asking for before he nods and you’re pulling him down for a kiss. Your lips meet in a rush, unsure at first before Childe grows restless and deepens the kiss while taking your face in his hands and tilting his head. It sparks electricity within your stomach and you reciprocate with just as much need.

When your tongue brushes against his lips, he opens his mouth almost instantly, eagerly accepting your tongue as it tangles with his. While your mouths dance together, you let the hand at the back of Childe’s neck trail down to his chest and run your fingers over his skin. He groans into the kiss while you roam your way around his body, eventually finding what you had been looking for.

It only takes the slight brush of your thumb against the tie of one of his stitches for him to moan in pain. He breaks away from the kiss to sigh into your mouth, the kind of exhale that shakes and begs for another breath right after.

“Does my pain amuse you,” He says against your lips, delight in his voice despite the lack of smile on his face.

“It's not amusement,” You reply with a harsh swipe of your finger against his wound. You savor the way he cries out before finishing your response. “It’s lust.”

“Sadist,” He accuses with a grin and you smile back at him, your hand falling from his injury down to the desire pressing hard against his pants.

“Masochist,” You tease back, pushing your hand down gently on his crotch.

“Hah-“ His head falls to your shoulder, his hands clutching the fabric of your shirt. “I guess I’ve been found out.”

He pulls you into another desperate kiss before you can respond and you happily accept it. You push down on his crotch again and his hips buck into your hand. You hear him whine when you pull your hand away. His lips part from yours, his eyes lazily pleading with you to touch him again.

“Aw, look at that, you’ve pulled your stitches,” You coo and he hisses in pain when you gather the blood leaking from him on your finger. You’re entranced at the sight of his blood on your hand, the crimson liquid staining your skin.

“You look beautiful when you’re bleeding you know.” His eyes widen at your statement, following your hand as you reach for the spare dagger strapped to his thigh. You pull it from its sheath and tap it against his skin.

He breathes your name again, a hand coming down to touch himself.

“Ah-ah,” you tut, pressing the knife harder against him. “I’ll help you with that later. If you bleed for me.” He closes his eyes and furrows his brows as if debating whether he could wait that long.

“Fuck, fine, just hur-” you interrupt him with a pull of his dagger, watching his face contort as you drag it across his torso.

His breath catches and you savor the way it sounds while your eyes dart back down to watch the red liquid fill the shallow cut you had made.

“That's not so bad is it?” You give the wound a little kiss and he tenses under the touch of your lips, the feeling of your chest pressed against his desire making him restless.

“I- cant take it,” He pauses, “I need you so bad, god, please.”

You sigh and while you had wanted to draw more blood from him, the sound of his plead led you to comply. “When you ask like that how can I refuse?” You mumble, putting his knife back in its rightful place before making your hands busy on his belt.

His own hands fumble to help you while murmuring his thanks. When his belt is tossed to the side somewhere in his massive room, you unzip his pants and take his length out of its confinements. He moans when he feels your skin against his own, almost sobbing when you close your hand around him and roughly jerk upwards.

“So good, so so good.” He’s whispering as you start to find a satisfying rhythm. His hands fist the bed sheets and he starts to rock his hips with the pull of your hand.

“Ah- just like that,” He gasps out and you take the opportunity to overwhelm him. You lean towards him, kissing the tip of his member before opening your mouth and licking his slit.

He lets out the most elicit moan you’ve heard so far and opens his previously shut eyes to stare down at you. There’s a glaze over his eyes and he twitches at the sight of your mouth on him.

He breaks when you suck on his tip and his pleasure pours into your mouth in thick ropes. You don’t take the time to let it sit on your tongue before you’re swallowing and releasing him from your mouth with a pop. You move to stand in front of him, tilting his head to look up at you with his hazy blue eyes.

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“I helped you out so now you’re going to help me too, yeah?” You smirk as his eyes widen and then narrow again. “It's only fair after all.” You watch the haze leave his eyes and the desire pour in.

“Gladly.” He murmurs before slipping his hands under your shirt and sliding it up. It's stripped off you in seconds, his hands tracing your waist up your chest, and then down your shoulders. You shiver at the touch of his warm hands on your skin, the softness of his fingers, and the way he glides down your body like flowing water. You let out a shaky breath as he reaches the waistband of your pants, his fingertips slip under and all too quickly he's pulled them down and you’re entirely bare in a matter of seconds. He pulls you down to sit on his lap your privates just inches away from his.

You share a breath together for a moment gripping his shoulders as you settle into a new and heated position. Your thighs are pressed against Childe's, his chest pressed against yours. You're both bare and vulnerable, exposed for the other to see.

And then his fingers find their way to your clit, a small gasp escaping you as he starts to rub it in circles. It's sensitive at first but soon pleasure starts to rush up your stomach and down your legs.

“Did seeing me in pain make you this wet?” He teases and you have to choke back a moan when he gathers a bit of slick from your hole.

“Shut up and do what you’re told harbinger,” You mumble, hand coming up to grip the hair at the back of his head. But he just grins in response and slips one of his fingers into your heat. Your grip tightens with the sudden invasion sending a burst of pleasure down your thighs. A moan rips its way through your throat.

"Fuck- Tartaglia," you can't help but whisper as his finger curls inside you. Your head falls back, lips parting as you soak in the pleasure. He seems to hit all the right spots making your head spin and your vision blurry.

"Is this good enough for you sweetheart?" He says and you can't help but groan in annoyance.

"Don't- be a tease," your voice comes out shaky but you take the opportunity to tug his hair harshly.

He whines in response and another finger finds its way into your heat.

"Good boy." You praise and his fingers start to pick up the pace. You lean into his frame as the pressure building up in your stomach gets more intense.

"God, don't stop." You moan out, mind far too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you to care what you say. Your release is getting closer and closer as his fingers hit all the right spots. All it takes is the rub of his thumb against your clit and you're seeing stars.

Your thighs squeeze together and a chill runs through your whole body. Faintly, in the back of your mind, you're aware that you've clamped down on childe's fingers, which now struggle to move inside you.

When you're finally able to see straight you look at childe's blue eyes and lazily smile at him.

He grins back, "That feel good, baby?" He murmurs and you huff a little laugh in response.

"Better than good," you pant out and rest your head on his shoulder.

"God you looked so hot like that." He mumbles almost as if to himself. That's when you notice the pressure against your thigh and the fact that he's painfully hard again.

You place a hand on his chest and whisper, "Lay down, I want more." You don't fail to notice the way his lower part practically jumps at your words or the way he quietly groans at the thought.

Nonetheless, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him before he leans back as you had told him to do.

You grin at him while you straddle his hips and hover above him. Childe moans when your body makes contact with him, watching the way you slowly take him into yourself. When you finally bottom out Childe's hands fly to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises. He let out a sort of choked noise, his eyes closed and mouth open. He was truly the picture of sex, hair messy and cheeks flushed, his muscles all tensed with need.

"Don't move." He chokes out and it's raspy and strained, undeniably attractive. So much so your stomach drops and you clench around him.

The moan he lets out from your action is louder than any of his others. "Don't!" He cries and takes multiple deep breaths, trying his best to calm down and get used to the sensation of being inside of you.

"Awh is my pussy too much for this big strong harbinger?" You tease and he grits his teeth. "Relax baby, you can come as many times as you want inside me."

He just groans in response too lost in the bliss of you all around him, invading his senses.

Naturally, you long to see him completely fucked out and start to move despite his words. Slowly raising yourself up with your legs and dropping back down onto him, hitting just the right spot every time.

"Fuck, I- I'm gonna cum if you do that." He's barely able to think clearly as he rushes to say what he can.

"Go on then." You start to pick up your pace, "Fill me up real good, pretty boy." Your voice is strained by now, but the slap of your skin and the wet sounds that fill the room drown you out anyway. Besides, you both are a moaning mess, desperate to reach as many highs as you can take.

Just as he warned Childe reaches his climax quickly and he's so fucked out, he uses his strength to slam you down and hold you there while he pours all he's got into your pussy.

He cums hard, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back while he digs his nails into your skin. The pain is a nice mix with the throbbing of your heat and the warmth flooding into your body.

You watch in awe as he rides it out, little tears and gasps escaping him when you move even slightly. You know he's done when his hands fall from your hips and he relaxes into the bed with newfound exhaustion.

"Don't tell me you're already spent?" You murmur, leaning forward to move his hair sticking to his forehead, his sapphire eyes blinking open and wincing with the shift of your hips.

"C'mon baby, I know you've got more in you." You whisper against his lips, eyes half-lidded staring into his, as you start to roll your hips.

He inhales sharply and his hands move to grip the bedsheets. "Too much, fuck, too much too much." He whines it out, his face contorting in pain.

"Awh does it hurt baby boy?" And you fake a little pout to hide the grin that threatens to spread on your face.

"Yes!" He chokes out between moans eyes brimming with tears. "More, hah, please."

You let go of the smile, sitting back up and roughly bouncing up and down on him.

It's painful at first to take him so roughly so suddenly but you push through it knowing pleasure was on the other side. And after the pain numbs the pleasure comes cascading over your body. It's overwhelming just how much floods your senses. The way your hips become desperate and wild, the way all your muscles tense in anticipation.

And then it all crashes. You cry out as you hit your high falling onto Childe's chest and clenching down on his length. Your vision goes white, and you gasp and gasp for air while your body trembles and shakes. And though you're too lost to notice, Childe cums right after you hugging you against him while you both come down from the high.

When you can finally breathe you manage to separate your body from his and fall to the side of him. Instantly relaxing into his expensive and comfortable bed.

You both lay there for a moment just breathing next to each other and processing what just happened.

"Holy shit." Is all Childe says, and the tension snaps, laughter falling from your lips despite your soreness. Childe soon joins you with his own soft chuckles, taking your hand in his.

The night ends in a fit of giggles and shaky legs as you clean up each other. Finally re-bandaging the wound that started it all, and the bonus one next to it.

You fall asleep on Childe's big comfy bed together, savoring the way he feels in your arms. (and the way his big ass bed is probably memory foam and so damn soft)

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hope you enjoyed :3

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Beidou x gn! reader

There's a serious lack of Beidou fanfics out there, so here's a little one I wrote to comfort me in class a long time ago. I know I've been lacking on my Xiao x reader story, I'm writing angst for it and I kinda really hate angst lmao. Anyways enjoy~

(This was translated from first person to second so sorry if there's a mistake)

TW: slight hint at "making love"

Beidou is so hot oh my goddd. Might write a smut for her cuz gahdamn. Idk yet tho.

The sea is a clear blue color when you wake up and stumble onto the deck. Beidou greets you with a wide smile and a ‘good morning love’ before she bends down to kiss your cheek. You smile back at her and mumble a little ‘g’ morning’. Turning to face the sea you feel your eyes soften and a little bit of longing bloom inside your stomach. You lean into your lover who stands behind you.

“Missing home, my darling?” She asks and you smile again, relishing in the feeling of being alone with your one and only.

“I am home.” Your answer is simple.

“Out on the sea?” She asks and you can hear the hope in her voice, the way she secretly wishes that you'd go with her everywhere and spend all your time in her cabin making love to the sound of crashing waves and seagulls.

“With you.” You reply and she sucks in a breath of air just quietly enough that it's more of a surprised inhale than a gasp. She recovers quickly, her hands, which were settled upon your hips previously, now snake around your stomach and squeeze you tight. Her head buries itself in the crook of your neck and you can feel her smile pressed against you.

“Thats…” She laughs, “Don't make me flustered like that!”

You let a smile bloom across your face and shake your head. “How could I resist it when you react this way?”

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So like i drew beidou because i’m a simp. 

dont ask why the hands are dark i was originally drawing something else and i cant fix it TT (this drawing took six hours holy shit) 

idk how to (or if you can) hide photos and stuff so i guess her boobs get to be out in the open 0.0 enjoy lmao

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xiao x gn faerie reader part 3

in this part, I say that the faeries wings are white and their skin is a stark contrast but this just means that their wings are so white their skin looks different against it. Any skin color will work with this no matter light or dark. Their hair is not mentioned yet but I imagine it to be white as well, I will not mention texture, length, or color beyond that.

xiao is ooc and the ending sucks but whatever lmao

part 1&2 part 4

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Many days pass and Xiao finds himself thinking of the faerie. He keeps an eye out for them when he’s on Wangshu inn’s rooftop, keeps his mind open waiting for a call of his name. Finds himself missing the relief he felt after they healed him. The Adeptus never thought he’d intentionally look out for something, or rather someone, that wasn't a demon. His newfound fascination is met with his own denial, his heart becomes conflicted.

It’s exactly in one of these moments that the faerie appears. They’re on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn yet again, and when Xiao arrives he goes unnoticed by their sleeping figure. He sits down a few feet away and takes the moment to study the faerie who has been haunting his thoughts. They have beautiful large wings, so large in fact that Xiao is entirely certain they could wrap themself up in the wings and stay warm in the coldest of weather. The wings, as pure and white as the gleaming snow in Dragonspine, are a stark contrast to their skin which seems soft to the touch. They seem to have made an outfit for themself out of different parts of nature, large leaves layered over to cover one of their shoulders and dip across their chest, a set of braided flowers around their waist where their vision lies hidden beneath the petals. Even their bottom half is covered in woven vines falling down to their calves in small strands of green.

Xiao doesn't let his eyes linger any longer, fearing his staring was already bordering on invasive. He leans back against the roof tiles, staring up at the stars and counting the visible constellations. His mind races again and again, just as it always does. He waits for the faerie to awaken.

He only realizes how much time has passed when the sky starts to shift. The faerie wakes up with the rising sun, they stretch their wings along with their arms and Xiao has to lean to the side to avoid getting hit with a stunning white wing. The faerie rubs their eyes and blinks a few times before spotting Xiao silently watching the sky.

“Ah good morning Adeptus Xiao.” They say and they smile at him with sleepy eyes. “How are you today?”

The Adeptus blinks in surprise, when was the last time someone made such small talk with him? He couldn't remember.

“Adepti have no mortal feelings.” He ends up responding without thinking but the faerie just laughs.

“No matter what being you may be, all things have feelings. Even the trees sway with joy and droop with sadness.” The faerie leans back against the roof tiles and turns to look at Xiao. “You should know better than to deny emotions to a faerie. It’s the very thing we exist for.” Xiao feels annoyance bubble up inside him at the thought.

“What a foolish way to speak.” He retorts with a scuff and though he denies the thought he’s well aware of the feelings he has long harbored.

“It's only facts.” The faerie replies tone ever-present and unchanging. “It's like this. All things have energy and that energy can have emotions. Faeries can become in tune with this energy and manipulate it to an extent. When energy is very prominent even mortals can sense it. It's a sort of ‘gut feeling’ as the common folk call it.”

Xiao only frowns, his reluctance to accept his own emotions is getting harder to justify by the minute with this faerie around.

“I will take my leave now.” He says after a moment of silence and the faerie frowns in return.

“If you must,” They say and they look back at the sky, “I’d hoped to heal you again, wont you let a faerie do their only job?”

The Adeptus sighs, he thinks of Zhongli. What would he want for Xiao, what would he tell him to do? Considering the number of painkillers that the traveler delivered to him for Zhongli, the answer was clear.

“Okay,” He says and the faerie sits up in delight. Xiao looks up into the fearies eyes and the faerie smiles warmly. The Adeptus ignores the heat rising in his face and glances away nervously.

“I will begin now,” The faerie says and closes their eyes.

It starts slowly, the feeling blooms in his chest and spreads to the rest of his body. The fatigue leaves him gradually, the ache in his shoulders fading and the pounding of his head softening. It takes a moment for the faerie to react to the karmic debt, but they push the pain to their stomach and all of the horrible thoughts to the back of their mind. Xiao doesnt fail to notice the shake in their breath or the wince that paints their face.

“That's enough.” He says, though it comes out hushed and gentle, the faerie frowns in response. Despite their reluctance, the odd intrusive feeling in his chest goes away, replaced by the dull beating of his heart and a feeling of contentment. The faerie opens their eyes.

“How often do you sleep?” They ask suddenly, and Xiao furrows his eyebrows. 

“Adepti have no need for sleep.” He says and the faerie rolls their eyes.

“No wonder you’re so uptight. If you’d just take a moment to rest you’d feel much better you know.” Xiao’s frown deepens with the thought of slumber, the idea of sleeping causes him great worry. 

“Nonsense,” He mutters, but the bite that usually accompanies his words is vacant.  

“Oh, I see.” the faerie nods their head and lies back down to look at the sky again. Xiao gives no response. “When the debt weighs heavy like that come find me, okay? You dont have to carry all of that pain alone.”

The Adeptus only nods before vanishing, a flurry of dust in his place.

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Xiao x gn faerie reader parts 1 & 2

The faerie is gender-neutral no gendered pronouns or descriptors are used. However, some of their clothing leans toward the feminine side.

There's a lot of background lore about faeries but basically what you need to know is that faeries are very sleepy because they take others' pain onto themselves and sleep the pain away. Faeries can be playful but are generally quiet and observant. faeries have (really really big) wings like a butterfly, and sharp teeth on their top and bottom canines. Faeries are endangered.

part 1 and 2 because the first part is just plot and kinda boring. this will probably be relatively fast-paced, I can't be writing full novels rn.

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The first time they see him they’re lounging on the rooftop of a place called ‘Wangshu inn’. Their thoughts are peaceful, the wind wild. Birds land beside them and nuzzle their heads into the sleeping faerie's side. The faerie ignores them, too tired to care about the animals surrounding them. As their eyes drop closed they dream of a life with others, friends, and family members to talk to, a village to live in. A dark cloud hangs above them, weighing their body down and slowing their thoughts to pieces. Sleep is an escape; they’ve spent their days falling in and out of consciousness. When they awaken again, the birds are gone and a person sits on the other side of the roof they had just slept on. The stranger is looking out into the horizon, watching the moonlit scenery with vacant eyes. His brows are furrowed and a black aura surrounds him, they think he looks like a beautiful tragedy, one far too grand ever to glamorize. They shift a bit closer and lean forward to look into his eyes, taking in their amber color and lack of rest. The process is slow and when they start to finally connect with his emotions they let out a gasp. Nonetheless, they start to gather this stranger's pain and the loneliness that radiates off of him. That's when his eyes flick toward their direction and he’s up and away in seconds, weapon in hand. “Who are you? How did you disguise yourself until now?” His voice is stern and there's an underlying annoyance laced in it. The faerie blinks in surprise, having never been spotted before by a person. They open their mouth to speak but find their voice comes out in a hushed tone, not having been used for so long. “My name is _. You didn't notice me because I am a faerie.” “A faerie?” He looks perplexed and the spear he had summoned bursts into a swirl of anemo particles and black dust. “Those are thought to have gone extinct in the archon war.” “Most of us did.” The faerie says, a look of mourning on their face. “A few of us went into hiding as an extra precaution and now we’re the only ones left.” They sigh as they think of the friends they lost and the little family that lives on without them. The stranger sighs and bites back a rude comment with the thought of his own lost friends. “Very well,” He says and dissipates into a cloud of black and green just like his spear

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The next time they see him it's a hot and sunny day. The faerie is looking for a resting spot and sees the same pain-filled stranger as before. They hide quickly and watch in awe as he slays a bout of hilichurls in seconds. He adorns a mask and moves faster than any human the faerie has seen before. An Adeptus, the faerie realizes, their brows furrowing at the thought. They close their eyes and concentrate, feeling their way around until finding his emotions like a blazing spot of agony. They wince as they assess him, this time not trying to take the pain and only observing his emotions. He’s hurting, that much is obvious but beneath that is something else. “You have no respect for the adepti, faerie.” The faerie jumps, eyes snapping open and delicate wings straightening in their place. They place a hand on their heart having never been startled in this way before. “My apologies, I did not know that my actions were disrespectful.” The faerie manages to respond, but their eyes stay observant. They study the Adeptus once again, taking in the way he holds himself high but struggles to maintain it. The way he clenches his fist against his spear, the pain in his arms, in his head. “Now you know then.” He narrows his eyes assessing the faerie like an enemy, like someone he needs to figure out. “This area is dangerous, leave at once.” This makes the faerie smile, realizing just what hides under all that pain he surrounds himself with. “You are a protector,” They state, eyes glowing with interest. “How does someone who protects others fail to protect themself?” They take a step forward, eyes pointed toward the many injuries littered across his body. “My duties are more important than insignificant wounds.” His tone becomes pointed, tinged with underlying anger. “How can you carry out your duties if you are hurt? Let me heal you, it will help with the pain, both physical and mental.” “Nonsense, I will tell you once more, leave this area before you cause me more trouble.” It’s easy to see the annoyance on his face but the faerie sees the concern lying underneath, the fierce loyalty he builds his character around. “How about this, I will leave immediately if you let me heal your injuries.” The faerie smirks a playful glint in their eyes. The Adeptus’ jaw tightens and he closes his eyes shut thinking it over. “Fine.” He says, though reluctantly. The faerie’s smile widens, their hands coming up to hover in front of his body. The hydro vision they carry on their person starts to glow, water appearing from thin air. “This may tickle a bit.” They tease, water starting to circle around his arm where the worst of the wounds resides. The Adeptus rolls his eyes and stands still as the faerie works. Truth be told the water felt soothing against his skin, and the fatigue in his figure started to slowly dissipate as the water flowed around him. He bites his lip, ignoring the relief that washes over him when they finish. It's the best he’s felt in years, the agonizing karmic debt surrounding him fading to a dull ache. “I will take my leave then.” The faerie’s wings start to flutter and their feet start to lift off the ground. “Wait.” The Adeptus blurts out, and the faerie freezes in place, tilting their head in question. “If- if you are ever in danger or in need of assistance, call my name, Adeptus Xiao.” He says and even though the words come out in a rush the faerie still smiles that same gentle grin, nodding their head at the request. “Thank you, Adeptus Xiao.” They respond and Xiao only looks away in slight embarrassment. “Until next time,” They murmur and start to fly away towards a forest in the distance. The stunned Adeptus watches for a moment before shaking his head and disappearing once more.

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Genshin characters when they’re angry

Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Childe.

Glad to be back to posting my writing again :)

Disclaimer: I do not condone or wish for the things I write about in this post.

Trigger warnings: Yelling, manipulation, degrading (non-sexual), emotional abuse (only Childe), references to mental illness/implied mental illness, aggression (only verbal), implied sexual coercion.  

THERE ARE NO PHYSICAL ACTS OF VIOLENCE IN THIS POST  

DILUC 

The conflict: He works to much, you barely see him.

When Diluc gets angry he gets quiet. Unlike his anger towards his brother or the knights, he cannot stand to say anything to you. He’s so angry that he doesn’t speak, his fear of hurting you is far greater than any anger he could feel. However, the silence you receive as a response is only more hurtful. 

He ends up leaving you for three days, he tells you he was collecting himself. In the city you hear about a mass burning of hilichurl camps, scorched treasure hoarder’s bodies. He’d never hurt you, but anyone else can burn.

ZHONGLI

The conflict: he expects too much of you. 

We all know that Zhongli had quite a temper in his younger years as an archon. Though now he acts refined and proper he fights to push his anger down and keep it under control. This has grown to be easy for him. He talks to you like a child when you are in an argument. 

You get so frustrated you stay in bed all day for days on end. He stops trying to get you out of bed when you snap at him. ‘I’m tired of doing all of this, I am not a god. I cannot work senselessly and still be okay. Let me rest for once, Zhongli.’ 

XIAO

The conflict: he doesn’t take care of himself. 

He pulls the ‘you’re just a human’ card so many times your head spins. Tells you you’re overreacting when you get worried over his wounds. He lets his words run free but won't touch you at all. If you ask for his hand he flinches away. If you get too close he steps backward until there is more than an arm's length between you. There’s so much pain in Xiao it manifests as anger when you point it out. If you say the right words you can make him calm down. But it takes a lot of painful nights to get through to him. ‘I might be just a human but at least I know how to care about the people I love. You cannot get rid of my worry for you, no matter how many times you play it down, I will still be here waiting for your return.’ 

VENTI

Conflict: He drinks away your time together. 

Venti rarely gets angry but when he does it comes out bitter. He hits all your weak spots and is not afraid to drag up stuff from the past. His words are so shocking the whole conversation is over in a matter of minutes. He goes back to drinking until he passes out. When he wakes up he realizes what he did. He finds you in a field by yourself. You sit in silence for a long time before he starts to tell you about his past, and he cries in front of you. You hold each other with the promise of figuring out how to make it better. ‘Don’t pretend to be happy with me, I don’t need that from you. What matters is that you’re genuine, we’ll figure this out together, okay. Just let me be there for you.’

CHILDE

Conflict: He keeps you at a distance. He strings you along. 

Sometimes he’s so incredibly warm to you and other days you can't get more than two words out of him. Says he regrets meeting you, but can't live without you. Sometimes he wants you so bad he begs for your touch other days he can't bare to look at you. He can't make up his own mind. If you get him on a bad day his anger is cold, he tells you to leave him alone. If you argue on one of the days he loves you he uses his past as an excuse. Always apologizes in the most convincing way. 

He keeps you coming back, but there’s no end to a cycle like that. No pain like the kind he gives you. The good days keep you going, but you’re scared of the day he gives up on you. ‘Are you going to leave me again Ajax? Just like all the other days you dont want me? Do I really mean so little to you?’

(Can you tell this was based on experience)