#genshin impact alatus x you

[aurumalatus]

𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛

An orphan who was famously able to pass guard training within a single day. He quickly rose through the ranks before becoming the youngest Captain of the Guard in the history of the kingdom. There are rumors about his past and his powers, including that he was raised by dragons. Since an incident the year prior, he has been assigned as the princess's personal guard.

𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦

The princess of Natlan, famous for her wit and relatively short temper. She denies every opportunity to meet a prince for marriage, despite her parents' protests. Those who work in the castle know her as a kind person, but Kinich tends to bring out her darker side. Though she is committed to her kingdom, she often wishes she knew more practical skills due to her spoiled upbringing.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘

This is a universe of my own creation, comprised of several mini-stories featuring the two main characters in no particular order (though I might write a full-fic involving them one day!). The masterlist includes one-shots already written, as well as drabbles in progress. There is no real schedule for release of drabbles in-progress (though I may hold polls occasionally to gauge interest, or you can leave an ask to let me know which ones you're interested in!), so please join the taglist if you want to stay updated!

𝗝𝗢𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗗𝗢𝗠

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↣ 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 - the princess fakes sick to avoid the ball, and Kinich (surprisingly) helps

↣ 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬 - Kinich takes charge when the Abyss attacks

↣ 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 - there's only one bed.

↣ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 - hoping to resolve your issues, you and Kinich talk in the armory

↣ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝟭

↣ 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝟭

[rene-darling]

EXPLORING- him

In which you find yourself being able to closely touch and see your boyfriend's body..aka body hcs, and you examine their scars...im not sure if this is the original artist but I found the pic on scara.meowing insta

...Wanderer...xiao...kazuha...

Wanderer

The wanderer isn't one to let just anyone see his body,

Even thinking about being so vulnerable in front of someone leaves his head aching and sends a weird feeling up his spine

Letting someone see the scars he has obtained from throughout his life is something he won't ever agree to doing,

So if you wish to be able to see him, you'll have to find a roundabout way to do so,

Luckily for you, for the past few days, he's been complaining about back aches from being hunched over all day trying to complete his assignments from being a vahumana student

You offered a massage which after much pain and annoyance he agreed to.

After he agreed he turned around from you and took off his kimono, slipping it off with ease as he moved to remove the top half of his black body suit as well, cheeks slightly flushed as he was basically stripping in front of you.

He laid on his stomach starting forward, his usual snappy self is a bit quiet, it isn't every day he's laid bare in front of you for you to touch without engaging in promiscuous activities.

"hurry up what are you starin-" Suddenly the boy goes quiet as you run your hand down his spine, chuckling to yourself at his immediate quietness

Imprints of big circles are left on his back, most likely from the tubes that once connected him to his shouki no kami, large red indents are all that's left on his puppet body, and his back tenses once your fingers trace the circle following it's track.

Your fingers trace his skin where forgotten scars lay healed, scars mostly gained by cruel experiments at the hands of the doctor, his face sours when you touch them, constricting in...annoyance? Sadness? Or perhaps at the reminder of bad memories.

And when your hand traces up his spine to a strange purple symbol on the back of his neck, one that represents the electro symbol but not quite.

And as your hand touches it, it's as if a bolt of lightning is sent through his body, his hand immediately reacting to slap away your hand from it, quickly getting up and backing away from your touch his panicked eyes look into yours his breathing ragged for a moment before calming down

"I'm...im sorry" his voice comes out in a whisper, as if that's all he could manage..

Xiao

If you thought getting the wanderer to show himself to you was hard think again.

In no circumstance will he ever allow you to massage him just because his muscles feel sore

He's too proud as an Adeptus and as a Yaksha to allow that.

No matter how many long nights he's fought allowing himself relief in this form is out of the question.

It's not just his pride speaking though, he's far too selfless to allow himself rest.

Only when his karmic dept clings to him and dark miasma swirls in the air that surrounds him does he agree to allow you to touch him, albeit very reluctantly.

Only after being pushed to his physical limit does he allow you to touch his bare body, his bare body that he despises so much.

Your hands, which remain untainted by the dark miasma that surrounds him, untainted by the blood of thousands of innocents, he isn't deserving of your touch.

But he holds his tongue, letting your hands roam over his toned back without arguing, not so much as a pip is heard from the man,

He has a small frame, and an even smaller waist but the muscles he's trained from over a millennia are quite clear and pronounced

Your hands ghost over healed scars that he's long forgotten the stories too, claw marks which indicated a time his very flesh was punctured and bleeding.

Those scars he had gained admits battle, those roughly edged scars that you touched oh so very sweetly. He doesn't deserve this. In his mind he doesn't even deserve you but this especially.

He breathes deeply, it's okay, it's fine, he doesn't mind as you touch the scars he obtained during wartime, a time when he used to fight with his brothers and sisters

But his breath does hitch when you touch a scar that...even after thousands of years is stuck deep into his skin, a scar he received long before being rescued by Rex lapis.

His fists clenched as the memories flashed before his eyes,, the memories of him..his breathing increased almost to the point of him having a mini panic attack..

He only calmed himself once your hand moved away from there and to his arm as you traced the tattoo on it, gently tracing its edges as you reassured him that it would be alright.

Kazuha

Kazuha does not mind one bit if you want to see his body

He'll make a sly remark about your request of course

But he'll never deny nor say no to you

He doesn't have any insecurities regarding his body

He's confident in them and the scars he has obtained over the years of being a samurai

He'll raise an eyebrow at your request and give you a sly smile, yet when you explain your reasoning he'll smile gently and he chuckles nodding to your request set

Taking off his shirt for you and laying on his stomach, you can see his arms wrapped in bandages and some freshly obtained scars on his back are too.

Most though, are healed each one having a story behind it,

Whatever scar you trace he'll have the story behind it, from the smallest of cuts to the deepest of gashes he'll tell you, in depth how, where, and when he got it

Scars trace throughout his body down his arms that are wrapped in bandages, perhaps this day, he'll let you redo them for him,

Other than his scars his skin is soft and smooth, it's quite fair and he definitely has a tan line, his face is a bit darker than the rest of his body due to him always being out in the sun

He sometimes likes going into gruesome details about how he got a specific scar, but when you asked him about one he got on the day tomo was killed, he hesitates.

Going quiet for a moment, thinking deeply about what to say or tell, but unlike the other boys, he's more open with you and he'll tilt his head back as he recounts the story of that scar.

He won't tell you the whole story but...little by little he'll start mentioning little details here and there, leaving you some empty spots for you to figure out.

[himasgod]

Xiao x Reader

Where he hides his insecurities, thinking he doesn't deserve you

The air at the top of Wangshu Inn was cool, filled with the scent of ancient wood and the distant murmur of river water. You had climbed up here once more, as you always did when the nights grew too heavy to sleep. And you knew he would be there, like a watchful spectre.

Xiao sat on the edge of the roof, his slim figure silhouetted against the silver glow of the moon. His golden eyes, heavy with a weight no one could imagine, were fixed on the horizon. He didn’t turn when you approached, but you knew he had already sensed your presence. He always did.

“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he said in his low, gravelly voice, not looking at you.

You stopped a couple of steps away from him, hugging your own arms to protect yourself from the nighttime chill.

“You shouldn’t be alone here either,” you replied softly.

Xiao sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. You knew it wasn’t easy for him to hear those words, but you also knew they were true. He had let you into his world, even if reluctantly, and you had seen what loneliness and karmic debt did to him. The nights were the worst; it was when the whispers of the demons grew louder, when the invisible wounds he carried tore at him the deepest.

You sat next to him, letting your legs dangle over the edge of the roof. The silence between you was heavy, but not uncomfortable.

He had learned to accept your presence, even when he couldn’t find the words to express what he felt.

“Sometimes I think I don’t deserve this,” he suddenly murmured, his voice almost inaudible.

“Your company, your patience… everything. I am a warrior marked by countless sins. And yet, you are still here.”

Your heart ached at his words, but it wasn’t the first time it had felt that way.

Carefully, you reached out your hand and brushed his. Xiao didn't pull away, though he didn't answer right away either.

"I'm not here because I feel like I owe you anything," you said softly. "I'm here because I want to be with you. Because I see more than karmic debt and scars. I see someone who fights every day to protect others, even if it means carrying endless pain. And I love you... so much. It is something that is as complicated to explain as your suffering itself…."

Finally, Xiao turned his head to look at you.

"I can't promise you anything…" he said with difficulty. "My existence is tied to suffering. But if you're willing to stay… I'll do everything I can to protect you. Even from myself."

You smiled, as you rested your head on his shoulder. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you also knew you wouldn't change anything you shared.

"I don't need promises," you answered tenderly. "I only need you, Xiao."

For a brief moment, the air seemed to stop. Then, with an almost fearful slowness, Xiao intertwined his fingers with yours. It was a simple gesture, but to him

it meant more than he could ever express in words.

Here is my masterlist, in case you are interested in any more of my work or want to send me a request <3

[officialabortive]

Thinking about Xiao spending time in his true form.

For several hundred years a certain self inflicted policy remained unchanging. One where he kept a level of mindfulness, maintaining his usual distance even while occasionally assuming his natural features. So even if someone were to spot him, they wouldn't be able to decipher him from an average bird.

Lately, the times in which Xiao's found himself in a particular scenario has become increasingly frequent. One that involved you in his room at wangshu inn. Sitting comfortably at the small table he'd adjusted to be directly against the room's singular window. One where would watch a blue emerald finch bask in the light of open shutters, looking so comfortable curled up on an old scarf. Your head laid cushioned against your arm while making sure not to cast a shadow across him. Xiao truly is a sight to behold. The sun gently highlighted the purple diamond on his head's crest. Chin tucked into his body, causing him to come across as especially spherical, and teal feathers ruffled up just enough to let daytime warmth soak through.

Xiao has never been one to acknowledge his own needs as anything other than meaningless temptation. Too centered on being the vigilante protector of Liue to give himself a second thought. Yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away from this new routine. Such relief is impossible to let go when it's always been otherwise out of reach.

For now, he'll allow himself to be washed away in the moment. And you'll sit with him, watching the light motion in his chest as he finally takes long breath

masterlist

[captain-hawks]

troublesome emotions

— xiao x reader

c: jealousy, xiao is bad at feelings, first kiss

It’s strange—this foreign feeling of jealousy curling uncomfortably in his chest, still festering now long hours after you skipped off into the city with the Wushou dancer hot on your heels. It leaves a foul, acrid taste in his mouth, the frayed edges of his nerves humming with restless energy. 

He almost wishes he ventured into the city for the festival, just this once.

Almost.

If only to see the curve of your smile illuminated by the glow of the lanterns.

To hear the bright sound of your laughter over the din of the crowd. 

To feel the excited beating of your heart—

“Stop sulking, I told you to come.”

The sound of your voice interrupts Xiao from his thoughts, followed by the feeling of your shoulder jostling him as you come to stand beside him, both of you gazing off into the distance to watch the wind carry several stray lanterns up into the endless night sky. 

“You had more than enough company,” he replies evenly, not allowing himself the opportunity to glance over at you, though he feels the warmth of your body pressed against his bare shoulder. “Someone who enjoys crowds far more than I do.”

He has no right to you, after all. 

You’re quiet for a moment before a small laugh escapes your lips.

He finally turns to look at you, furrowing his brow at the amused grin on your lips. “What?”

You casually lean your body back against the cliffside, fingers curling around Xiao’s soft belt to firmly tug him forward. He stumbles, nose nearly brushing your own as he catches himself, both hands planted against the rocky surface on either side of your face.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Gaming,” you tease, eyes glinting as you tilt your head.

Xiao sighs, glancing sideways to avoid your gaze. “He’s far more…sociable than I am.”

A small huff of air escapes your lips. “And?”

“...and perhaps you would prefer to spend your time with him, rather than wasting it with me,” he finishes, one hand curling into a fist, gloved fingers scraping against the stone. 

All the time you’ve wasted dancing around this something with him—something that he’s not sure he even knows how to give you.

“Or perhaps I prefer stubborn, reclusive yakshas who don’t understand the concept of kissing someone when you like them.”

Xiao inhales sharply, amber eyes meeting your own. “I’m not stubborn.”

You laugh again, and he revels in rich sound, regardless of if it's at his own expense, drawn to it like a lazy feline to the afternoon sunlight. “Then what would you call it?”

His thumb brushes against your hair, eyes trailing over the planes of your face—soft, gentle shapes that he’s long-since memorized as he mutters, “You humans and your troublesome emotions.”

Emotions that have come alive inside of him in spades since you came stumbling into his life, yawning awake from an endless dormancy to bask in the warmth of your perpetual glow. 

Emotions that leave him restless and wanting in your absence.

Emotions that draw his gaze to the delicate curve of your lips, something that may very well be desire flaring red-hot in his gut.

“Xiao—”

It will always be his undoing—the way you say his name. Whisper-soft and reverent, like nobody ever has before.

But in this moment, it’s far more than that. 

It’s the sound of the last of his restraint crumbling, yielding to an unrelenting pull he can no longer deny, not when every part of him is crying out to touch you. 

To hold you.

To ki—

“Xiao, please.”

He kisses you.

Xiao cups your face in both of his hands and kisses you hard, claiming your mouth with his own like he’s wanted to for far longer than he'll admit.

And as a tiny, pleased sound escapes you when his tongue slides across the seam of your lips, a nearly imperceptible shudder runs through the adeptus as he realizes the full weight of the power you hold over him—the way you could bring him to his knees.

The way he’d let you, without a second thought.

[yandereunsolved]

ᯓ — ᯓ༄ᯓ Xiao Moodboard ᯓ༄ᯓ — ᯓ

✎ᝰ ᯓ Which Xiao are you today? 1-9 ᯓ ᝰ.ᐟ

[prettylittledollswork]

The day he realized.

He didn’t mean it.

He couldn’t help but lash out.

He didn’t want to be like this.

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After a long day of fighting, he comes to the comfort of your arms, so upset. He lashes out on you again. He doesn’t mean it, he swears!

He yells and yells, you stay like a little doll and listen on. He’s frustrated. Why are you listening? Why aren’t you responding? You’re not a robot. Talk. TALK.

He wants to feel alive.

Soon before he knows it, he’s sobbing in your arms. Apologies. He doesn’t like apologizing. But losing you, he hates.

You comfort him, explaining that letting him vent out first is the right choice before you continue. He’s on his knees. Sobbing in your lap. You rub his back with one hand, the other playing with his hair as you comfort him.

Why are you so sweet? He’s a monster. He doesn’t deserve this. Yet, he longs for the comfort of you. He’s not affectionate. He wants to be.

Before all this, he was.. Well, distant. Maybe because of fear of you getting targeted? Or he just didn’t want to deal with you.

From now on, he clings by your side. Always finding ways to stay with you. You can protect yourself, he won’t understand that. He’s way too afraid. He’s anxious. One wrong word or move and he’ll hide back in the shadows.

He’s like a stray cat. Lots of coaxing. Reassure him. After all, you’re the only one left to help him. Please. He doesn’t mean to lash out. But after this situation, he’s sure to never lash out again in complete fear. He’s scared. Please, he’s sorry.

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Xiao, Akutagawa, Scaramouche + your faves!! Idk any more to name, lmk and i’ll include them !!!

[yukibunnii]

the pretty boy at the café. ₊˚⊹ ♡₊˚

— your favorite barista !

(barista!xiao & regular customer!reader)

✧.* barista!xiao who was the barista you always saw each time you visited your favorite café, which you were a known regular in.

✧.* barista!xiao who you thought was extremely attractive from the first moment you saw him. his slender figure, slender hands when he worked, attractive yet stoic face, the piercings on his ears, and the way his uniform complemented his features so well . . you fell in love almost immediately.

✧.* barista!xiao who developed from 'a tiny crush' to a huge one where you started thinking about him every day.

✧.* barista!xiao who the more you'd visit, the more he'd start to notice you.

✧.* barista!xiao who was your favorite barista, and you, his favorite customer.

✧.* barista!xiao who eventually memorized the drink you'd always order from how often you'd come here . . memorizing what time you usually come by and then have the drink ready by the time you arrive. you were surprised (and flustered) when he himself handed you your drink before you even got to order.

✧.* barista!xiao whose co-workers started teasing him due to the slight difference in his attitude whenever you were in the café. now he was the one who was starting to develop a tiny crush on you.

✧.* barista!xiao who finds himself staring at you as you read a book in your table while he's making drinks or wiping down the counter. his co-workers usually notice this and nudge his side with a teasing smirk.

✧.* barista!xiao who's less nonchalant and cold towards you, seemingly having all his attention on you whenever you speak to him. you were really sweet . . and nice, and so perfect to him in his eyes.

✧.* barista!xiao who seems more agitated whenever you aren't visiting the café. he'd always seem to be much more gloomy when you aren't there.

✧.* barista!xiao who noticed you staring at his arms and hands one time, which caused the slightest smirk to appear on his face.

✧.* barista!xiao who you scolded one time, asking him to come closer with a worried look on your face as he seemed a bit tired. you took a closer look at his face and started scolding him, saying that he should rest more and that he shouldn't overwork himself. he actually listened to you, which was a rare thing for him to do with anyone else.

✧.* barista!xiao who puts little cat doodles (or doodles, in general) next to your name on the cups whenever you order, so that he could see that tiny smile of yours every time.

✧.* barista!xiao who'd keep each and every gift you'd give to him. he really appreciates you, he just won't show it. there's no way he'd admit that . . right?

✧.* barista!xiao who gifted a cute plush keychain to you, looking away with his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. that became the first time he received a hug from you, and the moment he found out how good you actually smelled.

✧.* barista!xiao who can't hide his blush whenever he sees that exact keychain dangling on your bag when you enter the café. he remembers your hug each time he looks at it.

✧.* barista!xiao whose number you eventually found on a piece of paper taped to your drink's cup, with an 'add me?' written in neat handwriting. you found that he also added his instagram username at the bottom of the paper.

AHHDHSKDSK WHEN HE'S COLD TO OTHERS BUT NOT TO YOUUU

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thankyu for taking the time to read my works !!

[smueivrse]

 　 ⪩　midnight comforts　 ᨳ

“I may not understand what you're going through, but I want to be there for you.”

⪩　pairings. xiao x gn! reader.

premise. the weight of his karmatic debt stir xiao into waking up from his slumber — but gladly he has you to comfort him.

ꔫ ┊ content warnings. mentions of nightmares, spoilers (?) for people who doesn’t know about xiao’s back story, teeth rooting fluff, mentions of karmatic debt, major character death, mentions of fighting let my poor bby rest :(

the soft rustle of the winds passing by the leaves of the trees near your house was the only thing that filled the room accompanied by the soft snores that were escaping yours and your boyfriend’s lips.

the sheer light coming from the moon was hitting the curtains, lightening up the bedroom. your breathing was soft and steady but unbeknownst to you, xiao was having a hard time breathing, he was thrashing around the bed as if he was experiencing something in his dreams.

“no. .”

xiao mumbled underneath his laboured breath, body thrashing around as if trying to wake up from his nightmare — he can hear screaming, those blood curling screams ringing in the back of his mind as those unpleasant memories came back to him, he was muttering incoherent words as if he was pleading to the celestia above to make him wake up from this horror. to escape this hell he was experiencing now.

fortunately he woke up from his slumber, eyes fluttering wide open as he quickly sit up from his position, putting his head on his palm trying to catch his breath, his karmatic debt again. it was the reason why he was having a hard time sleeping, those memories, the same exact memories that was haunting him for 2,600 years. Where his family was screaming, their blood curling screams as they fight each other, where he got his vision, where his karmatic debt started, where his never ending fight begins.

after a moment of silence, xiao’s breathing have finally turning back to normal as he laid back down on his bed, he turned to the other side of the bed — his hand unconsciously reach out towards it only to meet with nothing but an empty spot in the bed.

Ah right, he forgot, he was all alone. you were gone. you were not with him anymore. he was all alone, again. you were not coming back and all he can do is weep alone in the confinement of the emptiness of your shared bedroom before he mutters your name under his breath.

“[name] . . come back, my love.”

he pleaded even though there was no way you would hear it but he was hoping, that at least. you would hear it and come back to him and pull him into the comfort of your arms as he weeps but no. . you’re not with him anymore — he held your pillow in a gentle manner, the same way he had held your lifeless body in his arms, all he has was your pillow to help him experience those midnight comforts once again.

now playing,,

i bet on losing dogs. .

note ┊you guys thought you were getting a teeth rooting fluff? hehe you fool>:)

 𐔌◞ ◟𑂴 ᪲⠀   ׅ     © tofuxiao ★ 🫧 my works aren’t meant to be reposted, translated, plagiarized or taking inspiration without my consent.

[asherheed]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ secret little rendezvous / xiao x gn!reader, 4.4 lantern rite spoilers!

xiao waits for you by the cliff nearby pervases's temple.

the night is cool against his skin and as he gazes at the sky, watching the bright glow of xiao lanterns and the stars, he pictures your existence and smiles at the thought of your likeness to the ones littering the night.

he wonders for a moment, if you weren't going to show up. his pessimism almost always gets the best of him, and despite the evening merriment, even his demons refuse to rest.

eyes closing as the wind caresses his face, he feels the darkness inside him creep at the corners of his mind, seeking to cease the fluttering of his heart at the thought of you.

give in, the chorus of evil voices whisper in his ear. give in and be free.

and he almost does, if not for the sound of barbatos's flute; almost does, if not for the memory of a fond dream where he can dance without guilt amid a sea of flowers.

give in, they hum, but xiao refuses to. not when he feels your presence nearby. not when you smile at him like that and he feels his chest tighten at the sight, his lips curving softly in return.

he glances at you, illuminated by the soft, orange glow of the lantern, and forgets to breathe. his fingers brush against your skin while you both hold it and warmth travels across his body, his fingers tingling at the touch.

when you both let go of the lantern, the weight on his shoulders disappears and his mind quiets as his eyes follow the lantern flying up towards the clouds.

even though he will never be free of his shackles, this moment will eternally be embedded in his memories. the gentleness of your touch, the kindness of your smile, and your presence that makes him feel worthy of being treated tenderly, xiao vows to cherish them.

no matter what.

[kazumist]

EYES SET ON YOU .ᐟ

✩ — xiao realizes that his eyes were set on you the whole time. if it was since you made your entrance to the party or if it was since you met fifteen years ago, he doesn't really know.

✩ — prompt: felicity – the most chased after of the season asks you for a dance. (another entry for @xianyoon's event yayyyy)

✩ — includes: xiao x f!reader. fluff. cw: alcohol consumption (again,, it never gets old with me sawry) but there's only like two details about it, ooc!xiao pls i have no idea if i wrote him well during the second half. wc: 4164. kuni is reader's twin so you're technically the daughter of ei in this. some liyue and inazuma characters mentioned kinda. slight dual pov?? i guess ... yeah that's pretty much it. no beta i die like xiao almost did during the perilous trail quest tbh !!!

a prince should be confident, courageous, sophisticated, and dignified.

prince xiao checks out on most of those things. if anything, the townspeople in the kingdom of liyue take pride in their beloved prince. king zhongli is proud of his son as well as his older sister, princess ganyu. however, out of all the four traits stated above, there’s only one that prince xiao doesn’t count himself in: confidence. he isn’t referring to confidence when it comes to his abilities; heavens no, prince xiao knows and is proud of his capabilities (although not verbally; he had always been the reserved type of man even when he was a child) in terms of strength and wit. it’s more like the crowned prince of liyue doubts his abilities in terms of being sociable. having connections is a crucial thing for a man like him who’s currently in line for the throne after his father, as these connections could aid him when he takes king zhongli’s place one day. 

marriage, of course, was an inevitable thing. it’s a requirement, a demand that needs to be fulfilled, whether one likes it or not. king zhongli pities his son that he couldn’t escape from this predicament, but the king just assures his son that he should marry someone that he loves. having a loveless marriage has more cons than pros anyway. he wants his son to be happy, this is the least he could do for him.

…as well as the ball that he held in hopes of his son meeting someone of his interest.

it has been a short while since the ball started. many of the young women around xiao’s age had decided to make their move, yet all were fruitless attempts as xiao had already turned them down. they’d put on a forced smile, walking away but as soon as the prince’s back faces them, you could see their grip getting tighter around the fan in their hand if you squinted. xiao retreats back to his father's side, sighing in exhaustion. his social energy wasn’t really made for posh events like these. he looks at the crowd below, catching a glimpse of his sister talking to her friends and entertaining other guests. (xiao had wondered at some point why he was in line for the throne rather than his older sister, who is more capable of ruling than he is, but he soon realizes that it is how the royal hierarchy works.)

his eyes shifts themselves towards the entrance. he’s not surprised that people are still arriving at this hour because, as far as xiao could recall, his father had invited a few other kingdoms to this ball as well. yet xiao could vividly feel his eyes widen as he saw a familiar face that had made it’s entrance—yours.

and all of a sudden, xiao suddenly finds himself being seven years old all over again.

— — — — — — — — 

the young boy hid behind his father, his head peeking out ever so slightly as he eyed the child in front of him. it was a young girl who looked just around the same age as him. she was rather coy as well, as she clung to her mother’s hand. xiao looked at the child’s mother. he had heard of her before, of course. queen ei of inazuma—his father told him that she would be visiting today along with his daughter and son. though he doesn’t really see the son present at the moment. perhaps he didn’t join?

“my apologies for being a tad bit late, king zhongli. kunikuzushi really didn’t want to accompany us.” he heard queen ei sighed. well, that answers one of his questions, at least. king zhongli laughs at her words, “it’s quite alright. there are times when children could get rebellious against their own parents.”

“rebellious? i prefer to call it disobedient.”

his father chuckles again before reaching a hand behind him, patting the seven year old xiao on the head. “xiao, i would like you to meet (name). she’s queen ei’s daughter and is just the same age as you.” he gently says. zhongli knows that his son is not particularly fond of socializing, but he tries to get him out of his shell bit by bit. xiao steadily steps out, slowly stepping forward in front of his father. “(name), i’d like you to meet xiao. i told you that you’d be meeting him today, didn’t i?” queen ei softly says to her daughter. the child silently nods and lets go of her mother’s hands. she approached the young boy, lending out her hand for him to shake.

she stuttered in her words, clearly nervous. “i-i’m (name).” xiao reaches out and receives her hand, saying his name in return as he lets go. “well then xiao, why don’t you take (name) to the castle garden for the meantime? me and her mother are just going to have an important chat.” xiao heard his father. he nods in acknowledgement, and this time it was his turn to reach out his hand for the girl to take. (name) looks back to her mother for approval, eyes asking for permission to allow her to join xiao. “you can go; i’ll come and pick you up as soon as we’re finished.” she says, giving her daughter a little head pat.

hand in hand, xiao led her to the castle’s garden, where the gardeners planted all sorts of beautiful flowers located in liyue. xiao immediately leads the girl to where the qingxin flowers are located. but he doesn’t say anything when they get there—he doesn’t know what to say. should he state how this is actually his favorite flower? but he thinks that boys having favorite flowers isn’t allowed. should he say that this flower reminded him of her? the white flowers swayed against the light breeze in front of them.

“this… this is called a qingxin flower.” he starts. he doesn’t really know what he should say. might as well start with telling you what this flower is, right? “it’s pretty..” you say, admiring it. a fresh and minty scent wafts over your sense of smell. you’re pretty, xiao thinks. but he swallows his words instead and blushes at the thought. but it’s true, you are pretty. you had that small sparkle in your eyes that xiao finds himself captivated by.

your time continued on with you and xiao admiring other flowers such as glaze lilies and silk flowers until your mother and king zhongli entered the castle garden, a sign that their important chat is now over—and that (name) needs to head home. she bids xiao farewell with a small wave and a smile, while her other hand has a qingxin flower in her hold (xiao gave it to her as a little souvenir) and xiao finds himself doing the same. there were no actual goodbyes said, as they both silently hoped that they would cross paths once more.

— — — — — — — — 

the flashback ends when he hears your name being announced. the crowd below him whispered, as your family had already caught the attention of the ton. well, no one could really blame them. xiao noticed numerous things already. your hair had grown much longer, you had grown in terms of height too, and your strides as you made your entrance had confidence in them. this time, xiao noticed how much you took after your mother in terms of aura. queen ei, who’s aging like quite the fine wine, leads you and your brother, kunikuzushi, as you continue walking inside.

it has been fifteen years since xiao last saw you; your last meeting with each other was when they visited—the day you met. of course, you weren’t the little (name) that he met when he was seven anymore. even your brother had taken in some changes, xiao notices. he had spent a fair amount of time with your brother when he went abroad to study and train at the age of eight. this is also a reason why xiao didn’t really have the chance to meet each other again. kunikuzushi had a stern look on his face, while you had a calm one.

king zhongli smiles at the sight of the royal family of inazuma making their entrance. it has been a while since he and queen ei met, as their busy lives as rulers of each of their respective kingdoms are quite demanding. “why don’t you go down and greet them on my behalf?” zhongli muses. xiao simply nods at him, making his way towards kunikuzushi first—after all, he knows him more than he knows you.

“kuni.” he greets his old friend as he approaches the two of you. their mother had her on business to take care of, he supposes, as he takes notice of her sudden absence by her children’s side. “ah, alatus. it’s a pleasure to see you again.” he says. you looked at him in confusion and said, "i’m surprised you’re friendly with other people, brother.” kunikuzushi looked at you, offended by your remark. “sister, what do you simply take me as?” he replies with a forced smile since they were in public at the moment. you ignored your brother, doing a curtsy as you greeted xiao. “it’s wonderful to see you again, prince alatus.” she says.

again? so you remember that time too. “again? since when the hell did you two meet?” kunikuzushi asked. “around fifteen years ago, when mother visited the kingdom of liyue to discuss something important with king zhongli. you were throwing a random tantrum that day and didn’t want to accompany us. also do mind your words, brother. we’re in public for goodness sake,"  you replied, scolding kunikuzushi. 

“and you don’t really need to point out how i had a tantrum back then. i was seven!”

“we were both seven, if i may remind you.”

xiao watches the twins interact with each other. it was different from how he and his older sister would interact. but nonetheless, xiao is somewhat glad that there’s someone in kunikuzushi’s life who could match him in verbal terms. “whatever, how are you faring as of late, alatus?” his friend shifts the topic, giving you an eyeroll, to which you return with a slight jab to his side. xiao then grabs a drink from a refreshment table nearby, taking a slight sip. the taste of alcohol makes contact with his taste buds as he slightly smacks his lips after. “i’ve been...” he trails off. how has he been lately? xiao doesn’t recall. he’s been busy with all of these ball preparations and the mental preparation he needs to take when he is to be married. 

“well. i’ve been quite well.” he finishes. “i’m glad to hear that. i heard you’re looking for a bride this season?” kunikuzushi then asks. “ah, yes. my father thinks it’s about time i start to settle down.”

“what’s the rush? we’re only at the age of twenty and two.”

“he isn’t pressuring me to get myself married away, kuni. but he wants me to start looking now, hence why this ball was held.” xiao sighs. kunikuzushi looks at his friend in pity; well, he isn’t any different. marriage has seemed to be a recent topic as well for queen ei and her son. “excuse me, gentlemen, as i see a friend quite close. i wish the best for you, prince alatus. and brother, watch your behavior, will you?” you then said, stepping away. “hey, what do you—” the other sibling swallowed his words back down his throat, not wanting to suddenly raise his voice.

“god, what does she take me for?”

“someone not trustworthy enough to be left alone, as it seems.”

“shut it, alatus.”

— — — — — — — — 

alatus then encounters you again.

you were alone this time. and xiao had just escaped the horrific clutches of mothers showing off their daughters to him. “it’s nice to see you again.” xiao then greets you, taking the spot beside you. “mhm, same to you.” the silence wasn’t awkward—it was rather serene. both of you stood there, hiding away from the crowd. perhaps you weren’t someone who finds socializing all fun, preferring to be in your own little bubble instead. or perhaps you were also hiding yourself from the other nobles that have attempted to make a move on you.

“what brings you into a corner like this?” he decided to ask.

“oh, it’s... you know, not every noble is necessarily a pleasure to be in the company of, if you get what i mean.” you replied, choosing your words rather carefully.

in your peripheral vision, you see xiao then nod in agreement. so my second guess was right, he thinks. “honestly speaking, i promised my mother that i’d dance with at least one noble tonight. she wants me to step out of my shell, per se, since whenever i accompany her to balls like this, i usually just glue myself to her side.”

“at least you find yourself accompanying your mother either way. i don’t really escort my father a lot.”

“really? and didn’t you make your debut when you were just eighteen? that’s around four years ago already. “didn’t you make your debut at the same age? we’re simply allies in this boat, princess.” xiao then shoots back. you went blank for a moment, processing what he had called you. well, you were a princess. he wasn’t wrong about it, but why did it sound... something different when it rolled off his tongue? “touché.” 

maybe it was the alcohol that he consumed taking it’s effect on him, as xiao felt rather bold now, making a smooth step to stand in front of you. he wasn’t that drunk, but maybe it’s some sort of liquid courage. “well, if you promised your mother for her to be an audience of you dancing with a noble...” he reaches out a hand towards you. the sight is familiar—and this is when you started to realize that a lot of things have changed between you and alatus over the past fifteen years. “may i have the pleasure of being your dance partner tonight?”

you take his hand. “you may.”

widening eyes and hushed gasps weren’t everything you noticed as you and xiao casually made your way to the dance floor. kunikuzushi had his eyebrow immediately raised as he watched your arm linked with xiao’s walking together, pausing himself as he was about to take a sip from his drink in hand. “well, would you look at that?” king zhongli hums in amusement from above, queen ei turning her head to see what he’s looking at.

“my, well, i certainly knew she had taken a liking to your son when they were children, but i didn’t expect it to continue into adulthood.” the queen says.

a new song had just started as xiao took the lead. they swayed—to the left, to the right, forward, and around. with one hand holding yours and the other on your waist, he twirls you around. he then catches you in his hold once more, pulling you close. close enough to hear your steady breathing, close enough to admire your face, and close enough to get himself lost in your eyes.

the close proximity aided you in observing just how much had changed with xiao over the past fifteen years. he had grown taller; that is obviously for one. he wasn’t that shy anymore, as he is now rather demure. his eyes still fascinated you with their unique shade of yellow, as his pupils were sharp—it reminded you of a cat’s. his hair had a few highlights of a lighter shade of green, in contrast to his main hair color.

you then realize that everything has changed.

the scowling of both men and women envied the two individuals dancing in the center. after all, they technically lost. the other women had lost to the princess of inazuma and the other men had lost to the prince of liyue—they wouldn’t dare to even come between them. because as much as they would hate to admit it, both of you were a perfect match. you complement each other well.

then, something xiao had been concerned about for some time happened: the part where he would have to lift her up. it may have been the proximity, the intimacy, or just the fear of letting her fall because it would be difficult for her to stay upright in such heels if his hand slipped. the lady gave a little yelp and fell back to the ground, thankfully without breaking a bone, but there was no time to consider anything more despite the slow music. xiao raised her up with an erratic act of trust.

“what a strong gentleman you are.” you whispered in his ear, commending him for the successful dance move. all eyes were on you now, as everyone was too hooked onto your performance. it was alluring—you were alluring, xiao thinks. the dance then comes to an end as you bow to each other as a sign of respect. he guided you away, and you quickly sneaked in a kiss to his cheek when no one was looking, not even xiao. his eyes widened as he felt your lips come into contact with his cheek. he then raises his hand to feel the spot your lips landed on. 

xiao feels something in his chest, something rather warm.

— — — — — — — — 

after all this time, xiao is still not the one for long conversations. he prefers to indulge in a comfortable silence rather than spend his time in a bustling crowd. so naturally, xiao finds his way into the castle’s garden. he can’t really withdraw from the party; the season has just begun. maybe give him a good two or three more parties and maybe xiao could find a way out to leave early. his cheeks are greeted by the cold and gentle breeze of the night as he steps foot into the garden.

fifteen years is enough time for one to mature and grow up. you and xiao are aware of the dark side that society holds. but one thing hasn’t really changed: his love for qingxin flowers. xiao learned as he grew up. it’s that boys are actually allowed to have favorite flowers. (could you really blame him for thinking otherwise? he was just seven.) making his way to where the qingxin flowers are, he stopped in his tracks as he noticed that he wasn’t apparently alone in the area. 

the lightly dimmed lights that surrounded the garden are what helped xiao see that it was you who was standing there, admiring the qingxin flowers. you seemed to have sensed that someone was behind you, turning around to see who it was, and much to your relief, it was xiao. “prince alatus.” you greeted him again with a curtsy. “princess (name).” he greeted in return with a bow and walked closer to stand beside you. 

“it feels nostalgic to be here again.” you said. xiao stays silent, preferring to listen. “do you remember? you bought me here when we were seven. i remember myself being very shy back then.” you continued, laughing as the memory replays in your head. xiao tries to construct a reply. “mhm, do you know what a qingxin flower symbolizes?” he then asks. “not really. what is it?”

“affection and happiness.” xiao softly smiles. it was just a small one, as he reached out his hand to touch the flower before him. you glance at him, admiring the look on his face.

and suddenly, you found yourself being seven years old again.

— — — — — — — — 

she was nervous. very nervous. as far as she could recall, this was her first time meeting someone outside of their kingdom. she really, really wants to be friends with this xiao boy—she’s heard a few from her mother. so she doesn’t really want to mess up, but she doesn’t even know how to approach him!

as soon as they arrived, she first looked at the tall man in front of them. that should be… king zhongli! she thought that his description fit the one that her mother gave her when she described him. but she looks at her surroundings for xiao. she doesn’t really know what he looks like, since her mother only told her that they’re of the same age and that he’s a nice kid. but she soon notices something behind king zhongli—something dark green? she watched him as he peeked his head out from behind his father and joy washed over her. he’s here! she thought. 

although her expressions don’t really show it, she was overjoyed when she realized that she wasn’t alone. perhaps it’s a common feeling amongst children whenever they encounter someone their age, there’s a familiar force that pushes them to befriend that person. she was no different from that, of course, as this is how she feels towards the boy in front of her now.

after they had been introduced, xiao was holding her hand and directing her to their garden. she took in everything she saw as they walked past, including paintings, decorations, and other things on display. they stopped in front of a small field of pretty white flowers. “this… this is a qingxin flower.” she hears the boy beside her say. a qingxin flower? that’s a bit hard to pronounce… she thinks. as she leans closer to inspect the flower further, it’s minty scent meets her sense of smell. “it’s pretty…” she lets out.

xiao picks one qingxin flower; there’s apparently four on one stem. xiao then takes a flower from those four. she silently watches him, wondering what he’s going to do with it. as xiao stepped closer, she held her breath. she feels the familiar feeling of a flower being tucked behind her ear. she reaches out one hand to touch it. “m-my dad always told me to be nice to girls. but i don’t really know how but i hope that’s okay.” xiao then says, looking away as she giggles at the sight of his ears turning red.

“thank you, xiao!”

while she was on the way home with her mother, she had a huge smile on her face as she gently caressed the qingxin flower’s petals with her fingers. “did you have fun with xiao today, honey?” her mother asks. “mhm! he gave me this flower; isn’t it pretty, mommy?” she exclaims. the little girl then tells her mother about what happened while they were in the garden. queen ei smiles to herself at the sight of her daughter being enthusiastic about her interactions with prince xiao.

— — — — — — — — 

deja vu seemed to take over as you saw xiao pick a qingxin flower. even more when you watch him take another flower from the four. you were replaying the memory of the day you met inside your head but surely you’re back in reality, right?

you breath hitched when xiao stepped closer, tucking it behind your ear again.

“are you perhaps taking me on a trip to memory lane tonight?” you chuckled. xiao simply smiles in return as he steps back. maybe, he swallows the response down his throat. “i realized something tonight.” he then says. “hm? and what might that be?”

xiao was never the type who would say a lot of things. he usually kept his thoughts to himself, hiding them in the back of his mind and dismissing it right away. but for once, he finds himself rambling. “that despite the fact i’m rather modest or demure and the fact that i’m not really an individual who is up for long conversations, i find myself enjoying sharing a silence that’s covered in tranquility. i am a mundane man, (name), yet in spite of that, i can’t help but yearn for an individual like you to accompany me for the rest of my life.” surprised at him for dropping the formalities, you still listened.

“i—forget that. my apologies. i doubt there is anyone who could compare for a woman like yourself in the first place. we aren’t the same seven year olds that spent their afternoon in this exact garden anymore. a lot—if not everything—has changed between us. so let me be selfish for once: would you accept my invitation for a mundane life? you don’t have to feel obligated to give a response now.” you took another qingxin flower from its stem; only two remain now. it was your turn to step closer.

“i won’t give my answer now, xiao.” you start, dropping the formalities with him as well. “this is all rather shocking, after all, but promise this: once summer comes around, there will be a summer festival held inazuma as it does every year. can you promise me your attendance? the sight of the fireworks prepared by the naganohara family is certainly one to commend.”

“i promise.”

xiao then realizes that he had his eyes set on you this whole time—whether the past fifteen years are counted or not, that’s for him to keep.

[rene-darling]

SEA CREATURE- genshin men

Genshin men but they're different types of sea creatures! How do they court you if they can't walk on land?...credits [m.neuvillette on insta]

...scaramouche...xiao...neuvillette...

Xiao

Xiao was never interested in mortals, let alone those who walked the land.

But there was just something about you that drew him near.

When you went swimming he would keep an eye out for you, watching you from a distance- just in case you were attacked! Not anything creepy...

He always found humans trying to swim funny-looking but when he observed you...he felt something different.

So when once a big wave had pulled you under preventing you from resurfacing he didn't think twice before guiding you back to shore.

He panted heavily, he'd never swam that in his life!

And when you woke up and looked at him he wondered what you would say..or think, would you call him a monster? An ugly creature? Like all the other humans- "are you...an angel?"

His breath hitched in his throat before he let out a scoff "hmpf. Foolish mortal."

He grumbled diving back deep into the ocean before you could say anything or ask him further questions.

This was getting rather tiring... Everyday since then you would come to the beach and scream your lungs out, and he'd blush at all the nicknames you had given him since he'd had not told you his name

"yoohoo~ angel!, my mermaid savior!, my-" "Stop it." you froze..he finally appeared before you, tired of hearing the arsenal of nicknames you had for him.

He glared at you with those sharp eyes of his, but when you looked at him and gave him a bright smile shouting "it's you! You're back! Hah!" he can't help but let his gaze soften...just a bit!

After that, it became routine for you to meet him by the seashore.

Once he started developing feelings for you, he wasn't quite sure on what to do.

He was flustered..you were a land animal, while he was a merman..

He came to the conclusion that the two of you could not be together in any capacity...

But that didn't stop his feelings from growing. Nor did it stop his biased behavior towards you.

He would bring you many sea shells from the ocean depts

One's that could not be found near the shore.

Once he saw that you liked them he started trying them together making cute accessories for you

Necklaces, rings, bracelets etc!

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is a siren. A deadly one at that.

He doesn't care for humans until it comes to his meal time and he doesn't give a fuck about them in a romantic sense either.

He was doing his usual, singing his lovely melody to attract nearby sailors so he could feast upon them.

But once he had gotten in a bit of trouble with some pirates whom he was trying to kill. Which resulted in him being caught in a net his tail all tangled up

His tail is his best asset! It's the easiest way to lure victims in! With just a wave of his tail he'll have his pray swimming to him

But now he's helplessly stranded on shore. He's half expecting for some humans to come along and kill him by this point..and they might as well since he feels as though he might die of hunger.

And then this human does come along. He's expecting his death but not without a fight!

He tries scratching you, hurting you. But to no avail, you don't back down as you keep approaching him not backing down from his fights

He winces when you bring the knife closer, that's it. This is the end for his miserable life...

Suddenly all those tight ropes around his body drop to the floor and he gets free. In instinct, he quickly swims off not bothering to talk to you.

It's been a while since then, and he convinces himself that he doesn't care...but, he can't really explain why he swims up to the shore every day, watching with sharp eyes to see if you would make an appearance.

And when you finally do, he feels relief spread out his body..you're safe- wait. No, he's a siren. He doesn't care for you!

After weeks of just watching you, he finally makes an appearance throwing a rock at your head to get your attention. When you look at him he swims behind a large rock gesturing for you to come closer. And when you do follow him without question he thinks to himself

Stupid human! I'm siren for archons sake!! What if I was trying to kill them!!...i mean I'm not, I would never. But still!

From that day on it becomes a tradition for the both of you to meet behind the big rock slightly offshore.

He doesn't know why he feels this warm feeling spread through his chest..he's a cold-blooded siren for god sake!

Still...he can't help it so..he tries impressing you.

He shows off his colorful tail, flapping it around and sticking it out of the water for you to observe.

He also makes sure to dive deep down into the ocean and grab rocks that he finds nice from the ocean floor to give to you.

He's sure you'll be impressed by his rocks! You probably haven't seen them since he got them from the depts.

Neuvillette

He's a sea otter!! With a fluffy little tail

Meeting you was definitely a stroke of luck.

You were on a scuba diving expedition with some friends and had lost your way in the depths of the fontain ocean

Neuvillette took all measures to stay away from humans of any kind, he didn't trust them, especially with how they polluted the waters!

But he had gotten his nose stuck in a plastic cup! He was only a bit curious about this strange plastic! He hadn't expected to get stuck!

This is why while in his attempt to get his nose out of the cup he felt his body press onto someone warm

Snapping his head back he saw you! His first instinct was to run, humans were nothing but trouble!...but.

Before he could've ran you had grabbed the plastic cup and had freed his nose

He's really grateful so he decides he'll show you the way back to your friends which you got lost from.

He tries to make you understand but you don't so he wraps his fluffy tail around you and pulls you to where he saw your friends.

From then on whenever you would go on a scuba diving expedition with your friends he would always seek you out. He's still not good with humans so while your scuba team is distracted you'll slip away unnoticed and find him.

You don't need to search far, it seems he's always around the corner when you seek him out

His eyes sparkle as he swims circles around you his fluffy tail brushing against you as he looks at your swimming gear

He'll ask you questions about it, and he'll be absolutely fascinated by the gadgets you have.

He'll get really sad when you have to leave soon to not worry your swim team. He insists you must stay at least a little while longer!

He'll start developing feelings for you, but he doesn't know how to act them out

He wouldn't have ever expected to fall for a human being! A mortal!

But he feels this overwhelming desire to be near you and to protect you from any harm you might face.

Being an otter, they usually hold hands while they sleep, that being the only affectionate thing he knows how to do, He never leaves your hand! Clinging onto your arm as if you're about to die!

He swims up to shore to watch the stars with you, and as you slowly fall asleep, he holds onto your arm to not drift away from you as you both sleep under the stars.

[the-sweet-madame]

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ (ɢᴀᴍᴇʀ!xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Female reader!

Warnings: Zero. Established relationship, this is written within the early stages of the relationship and some fluff!

Xiao's fingers slid across the keyboard as he focused on the bright screen in front of him, the clicks of his mouse and keyboard disrupting the silence in the room. You slowly creeped into the room as he peacefully played a game on his computer, saying a word or two to his teammates. He didn't notice you strolling towards him with his headphones on until you tap his shoulder.

He hummed in response, letting his headphones hang around his neck as he turned to look at you.

"Yes, (Name)?"

You shuffled nervously. Mostly because it was a pretty dumb reason to disturb him. But you obviously didn't really think that through.

Wordlessly, you spread out your arms awkwardly with a slight chuckle. Dumbfounded, he stared at you for a moment before he tilted his head.

"A hug? If you wanted one, just say so." He says nonchalantly, getting up to embrace you lightly.

"Well, I also kind of wanted you to help paint my nails." You say, burying your face in his shoulder.

He hummed, planting a kiss on your temple before he walked back to his desk.

"Go to the living room, I'll be there." He said softly, picking up his headphones to say goodbye to his online friends.

You almost missed the light pink colouring the tips of his ears.

You smiled giddily, hurriedly racing to grab your stuff with your heart beating out of your chest. He had never once kissed your temple before. 

[ourolite2]

ᨳິ petites idées!　　nsfw, smut. xiao + wanderer.　what kind of bottom they would be?! *round of applause* themes — hinted dacryphilia, overstimulation, god complexes, edging, you name it! with other honorable mentions such as m!oral receiving, praise kicks, breeding kinks, blindfolding- oh, and cowgirl. ༄

❀ “You speak of my approval with such ease, it is no easy feat to make me approve such lecherous ideas.” — Says the cross-armed, baleful-eyed yaksha.

❀ “It is when you’re HIM!” — Retorts the smug-faced gn!adventurer who lacks every meaning of self-preservation.

✿ No because you felt like THEE shit when you managed to convince him to bottom for you simply because his confirmation evinced that he trusts you greatly. You’re also quite sure he understands the vulnerability of his position, hence his hesitation even towards your reassurance and lighthearted jokes. Anyway, I’m sure he’s a demanding yet pleasing bottom. Not an ounce of kinkiness or brattiness radiates from his sweet self. His primary focus is to please you, after all.

��� He’d do anything to give and receive said pleasure, though when he’s on the receiving end, he’s more demanding simply because he knows what he wants. Surely he’s still somewhat timid when it comes down to it, but not enough to disclose discomfort. Though, you almost never cause enough discomfort for him to relent completely. Surely he’s still somewhat timid when it comes down to it, but not enough to disclose discomfort. Though, you almost never cause enough discomfort for him to relent completely.

✿ But the downside to such PARADISE is him tending to lose focus when he’s too stimulated, so without proper communication you’re likely to get harmed during the process. Such as him biting your shoulder to the point where you’re dripping with blood, for example. Hence he’s a runner not because he’s overstimulated, but worried for your safety.

✿ LIKE OKAY LET ME COOK RQ ITS OKAY JUST LISTEN—

꒰꒰　　“[Y/n], why aren’t you speaking?”

𝒲hile gyrating his pearly-white hips to define impatience, the bleary-eyed adeptus questioned the one between his thighs who was unsuccessfully managing to retain a smile on his face. His baltic gold eyes were lowered with intemperance as if the concept of composure has yet to fill his mind. Though of course, considering the titillating scene below him, an innate look of intimidation is the last thing he could perform at the moment, for his cheeks suffused with crimson once your lips enriched his rubified tip with an amorous smooch.

Conflicted, since your immortal lover twitched rhythmically in your palm as if he isn’t upset over something minor, you stared up at him as you seasoned kisses along the viridian designs that journeyed from his faultless abs to his soppy tip. His expression softened sequentially once you’ve acknowledged that you forgot something during your travels, which was to fetch a kiss from the agitated yaksha’s lips below you, earning a waspish whine from him. Confused, you did just that, and while speaking “Alatian” has its perks, you do wish sometimes he would just speak his mind at times.

“Would you like for me to talk to you, Alatus?” You asked him against his departing lips, which were faminished and quivering for more than just a meaningless peck. Shamelessly, he nodded, his arousal unbridled much like his leather-gloved hands that found solace within your thighs. He gripped them with imprudence, his fingertips excavating into your skin to the point where you moaned at the seething sensation. You tittered at his display of desperation with another one of those teasing pecks he learned to loathe, but he wouldn’t dare make his move. Not in the volatile state he was in. Not yet at least.

“Okay, my love. I’ll talk you through it. Just lay down and relax, and everything will be alright.”

Your promising tone was the personification of qingxins. It even sparked the coldest stare to convert into a dewy-eyed state, his dick throbbing relentlessly without a lick of consideration for his depleting composure. Once you lowered yourself back towards the issue, your siren-like glare fixated on him, and if your mouth wasn’t enough to have him clenching the life out of the silky duvets, your voice certainly did the trick. Despite being capable of maintaining eye contact, his head gradually tilted backwards, trotted by a shaky moan eluding his lips.

“I… Hah… Hah…” He panted brainlessly as your mouth enveloped around his aching shaft, roughly and greedily sucking him as your head bobbed at a reasonable pace. Although you believed that he was going to last a little longer, the excessive twitching down your throat begged to differ. Alatus’s forearm was concealing his line of sight as his hips uncharacteristically thrusts inside of your mouth in order to amplify the whirling pleasure. A muffed gag rumbled beneath your throat in response, though your warning was needless to the needy thing, for he only groaned ecstatically when the vibrations blessed his slobber-coated dick. Times like this, it’s practically an obligation to relent. Even though you’re alright with the idea of him obliterating your vocal chords, he tends to get a little too animalistic at times.

His dick slid from off your drooling tongue with a heavy breath, though the metallic connection between his tip and your mouth was inseparable; he needed to be in your mouth, desired to hear how you’d sound after he fucked your throat with such potency. Instinctively, with a low whimper to correspond with his impulses, he shoved himself back in your mouth, causing you to gag louder than before. You pulled back innately in order to let out a strained cough, but you still possessed the consciousness to continue stimulating him by wrapping your supple fingers around his drenched length. Alatus’s teary eyes widened apologetically once he processed his actions, but bestowing a raspy chuckle in response to his desperation made his worries dissipate within milliseconds.

“N-Not yet… not yet… Need.. more?”

He immediately begged without a breath in his lungs, but that was expected with the way he was panting as if someone was asphyxiating him. His look was still flushed with apologies that his arousal refused to verbalize (expect him to latch onto you apologizing once you two finish, however). It would be intrusive to force him to dwell in such an agonizing state, though the way his tears brightened his amber-blessed eyes only made you squirm even more in anticipation. It was a difficult choice, whether to make him cum now or see how long it would take for him to finally break.

Such a poor thing, please treat him accordingly, would you?　　꒱꒱

❀ “Huh… and what makes someone like you so worthy of that?” — Asserts the haughty, anthropologic doll.

❀ “Well, what do I need to do to deserve all of you?” — The hispanic!male adventurer replies with a similarly haughty appearance.

✿ You’d need an unreasonable amount of self-control to deal with him. I’m sure we’re all aware that he also fits in the switch category, and I’d also like to believe that he’s definitely a degrading, punishing top who would probably make you beg to cum only for him to refuse each time. Him bottoming didn’t change his personality much as well, because now he’s a power bottom brat who doesn’t understand when or how to be quiet. The most you could do is practice the term “patience”.

✿ Oddly, despite his disrespectful antics, he adores praise, just like any other individual with narcissistic tendencies. Adulation is something any God should bask in, yes? Instead of punishing him for his mouth, which takes longer to rectify, you should keep a kind smile and claim that his pretty face is better when drenched with tears. Now this nigga sobbing with each chance he gets, ordering you to compliment him.

✿ I also like to believe that Wanderer knows many variations of Spanish… iykyk. His Shouki no Kami was probably inspired by Latin American folklore and history. Y’all know them damn them Incas was unnecessarily strong. In order to study it, he needed to explore the languages first.

✿ Man, just let me cook- LET ME COOK, PLEASE.

꒰꒰　　𝓑illowing smoke of the burning Kalpalata lotus aromatized the bleak vicinity to help catalyze the whirling arousal in your abdomen in order to free yourself from exasperation, though even a sex-inducing flower wasn’t enough to reach a singular orgasm considering your doll’s intentions. Your senses were reliant on touch and smell, from remnants of padisarahs and plastic wafting in your face since Kuni’s hat was disrupting your line of vision, to your dick being swallowed effortlessly by the failed deity, who was also grunting waspishly because of such. Really, it was forbidden to even consider anything but him during such a pious session. How dare you burn something so useless when there was an intoxicant bringing ambrosial warmth, mewling and groaning endlessly around your shaft, embellishing the reddened beige with hallowed ivory? You were mocking him and he knew it.

“Dámelo,” He panted begrudgingly causing spittle to elude his lips that were perishing from desiccation. Without giving you a moment to relish in his faultless lilt that wasn’t programmed in his system, but rather studied simply by analyzing how you speak, he snatched the floral-based joint from between your fingers before tossing it elsewhere. You didn’t need it. You needed him to cum, but it was beginning to sound like he was convincing himself more than anything.

He could even feel you grinning puckishly underneath his meretricious hat, which he forbade you to remove since you didn’t deserve to bask in the glory he endowed upon you, but you could definitely rely on your imagination. From what you’ve learned was a cross-armed, disdainful-appearing doll converting into a needy, irritable lover who needs to feel you come undone beneath him. “Do you ever consider being more God-fearing, [Y/n], or do you have some sort of dying wish?”

Irreverently, you nodded to affirm his revulsion; he was on the verge of leaving you hard and impatient to accentuate his disappointment. You understood this, seeing as he placed his frigid palms on your pecs in order to ascend his hips, but you grasped one of them instinctively, coaxing his walls to remember why they contract to begin with. Meanwhile your other hand occupied his rubified dick, your thumb anointed with cum that seeped from his sensitive tip. A spate of overwhelming, awe-inspiring, sacrilegious images permeated your memories once your fingers journeyed along his maculated hips, your dick twitching harshly inside of him since the overwhelming desire to paint his ass with crimson handprints inveigled you greatly. It’s almost as if he hasn’t even threatened you to begin with, for the broken whimpers that were poorly disguised as resentful grumbles desired endless adulation.

“¿Ay, muñeco… Quieres más?” You questioned sonorously as your thumb gyrated around his tip, your tone somewhat strained due to the fact that Kuni pulsated and clenched around you because of appropriate addressment. Although he despised the fact that he needed to reduce to fragility to become utilitarian, libations of cum spluttering from his hole as you fuck him during plethoras of orgasms was considerable for the night. The mortifying idea left him ironically blinded, which was determined with the way his hips wiggled and rutted irregularly onto your dick.

Even with his condescending persona, it was evident that he wanted to be of some use to you; he could hardly restrain the tears that painted his porcelain-based eyes as a spew of no’s eluded his lips. In fact, he hasn’t even given you any time to process, since he already snatched your hand away from his tip to avoid finishing too fast… for the third time.

“W-Wait, please…” Imploringly, he hissed under his breath, an innate curse muttering afterwards when he expressed with vulnerability. Deplorable, to say the least. Extremely, to say the least. You adored every second of it; it took you the rest of your self-possession not to batter into him to the point he was charming incantations as if you were his lord. Though, you respected his wishes for now, especially because the cool zephyr kissing your sweat-painted face provided by him finally removing his hat was enough to bring solace to your impulses. “Don’t make me… not again…”

Kuni’s resilience was impeccable, and despite his muddled vision, tousled, empurpled blue hair, panting lips, and entirety of his fucked out exterior, he was willing for more that you had in store for him. You bit your bottom lip with another one of your infamous smiles as you finally grasped both of his hips with both hands. He was startled, let alone offended, at first, but once you began gradually lifting and plunging him down on your dick, the negativities dissipated like flower petals in February. His authenticity was enough, and you could already feel your orgasm approaching rather quickly since you preferred the stammered whimpers rather than the taunting comments. He was more appropriate like this, after all.

“That’s it, fuck me fast- mierda. Want an oblation? Then show me. Show me you need me to cum.” 　　꒱꒱

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

[woofwoofwolf]

Motherfucker, it's cold outside

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Xiao x reader

Summary:

Xiao lays awake suffering from his karmic debt until he hears a noise from somwhere in Wangshu Inn, so he goes off to investigate. Or a Christmas themed fic about Xiao talking through a harsh winter night with a stranger

Notes: POV Third Person, they/them pronouns for the reader, told from Xiao's perspective, so that's why it's third person, good old breaking and entering, the birth of our lord and saviour Barbatos? Maybe, I kept it vague, strangers to still being strangers, Big Xiao angst hours, Hurt/Comfort, Xiao's Karmic Debt, Christmas, Sort of?

Word count: 1.174

AO3 Link: [link]

The regular passage of time no longer seemed to apply to Xiao. To him, it was now a luxury, only awarded to the lucky and ungrateful. He laid still, unmoving, completely gripped by an unpassing void, ebbing and flowing with waves of karmic debt. Xiao wallowed in the feeling, insisting to himself that he just had to sit it out like always. A voice in the corner of his mind reminded him that it had been a long time since he had last seen the traveler or Rex Lapis, but he pushed their images out of his head.

His sharp senses roughly pulled him out of the void of pain he was experiencing and grounded him back to his surroundings: Wangshu Inn. The room Verr Goldet had given him especially for nights like these. Night time. A winter storm. And-

An unfamiliar presence breaking in through a window several floors beneath him.

In an instant he vanished and reappeared in the corner of the empty guest rooms, just out of sight from where the intruder had just closed the window back up. The stranger shivered and rubbed their hands together. Were they out there in the storm on their own?

They turned around, but before they could proceed further into the room, Xiao stopped them with his spear pointed in their direction.

The intruder froze when their eyes met. Xiao quickly identified them to be a civilian, visiting Liyue from Mondstadt, judging by their clothes.

“State your business,” Xiao spat. The stranger flinched, but then frowned and stammered out a few sounds trying to find their response.

“Are you serious?” They said, “I’m trying not to freeze out there, that’s what! I just need shelter.”

Xiao frowned and pushed his spear forwards their throat, making them put their hands in the air. “You're lying.” he said, not hesitating for a second. “Why would you enter through a window if you’re not up to anything shady?”

The intruder rolled their eyes at him and Xiao frowned and straightened his back in offense. What a foolish mortal to disregard his threats like that. Perhaps they just didn’t care whether they lived or died.

“I don’t have any money. I was going to sleep outside during this trip but the weather had other plans–” They stopped once their eyes landed on something behind Xiao. “Oh thank Barbatos, a fireplace!”

They carelessly walked around Xiao and hurried over to the unlit fireplace, completely forgetting about the spear that was just pointed at their throat, and busying themselves with kindling a fire. Xiao sighed. Why did he even bother?

“You must not do this very often,” he said, lowering down his weapon.

“Why do you say that?” They replied with a frown, as if they were offended by the critique of their criminal skills.

“If you light a fire, you will alert the staff of your presence.”

They paused for a brief second, giving away the fact that they had not realised this fact, but then continued their busy work nonetheless.

“Well you already know I’m here right?” They looked down at their lap, shoulders tense. “Aren’t you part of the staff?”

“I am not.” He replied curtly. “This is none of my business?”

“Then why are you even here?” They pouted, just as they got a little spark off in the fireplace. It would take a while for this fire to be able to warm their body, especially judging the way they were tending to it, but they already scooted closer to in relief.

Xiao meanwhile, was frozen in place by their words. Why WAS he here? The shock of potential danger had gotten him up and ready to fight, but now that that threat had turned out to be some daft unprepared traveler, why hadn’t he returned to his room?

Now that he thought of it, his karmic debt was suspiciously calm at this moment.

“Well then, aren’t you going to kick me out and let me freeze to death?” Xiao looked back at the stranger as they spoke, their eyes defiant, but still scared despite everything. “What happened to the good old holiday spirit?”

“Holiday?” Xiao asked, raising a brow.

“Ah, I forget they don’t celebrate in Liyue.” The intruder mumbled, throwing some more kindling on the fire.

He then remembered he HAD heard of something like they was describing, including lights, giving each other presents and consuming copious amounts of food and alcohol

“Does… Does Barbatos celebrate this holiday?”

“I- What?” His question had caught them off guard. “Lord Barbatos hasn’t been with us for centuries.”

Xiao let out a heavy sigh. Of course, it was foolish to ask a mortal. Still, he couldn’t imagine Barbatos turning down any celebrations– or alcohol for that matter.

The image of Barbatos smiling amongst many people celebrating this feast stung somehow.

He sheathed his spear in defeat. Then, using his anemo powers, he softly guided the flames to grow bigger, causing the stranger to flinch and look back up at him in surprise.

“You can stay in this room,” he said, mentally preparing himself to take responsibility towards Verr Goldet later. “But if you go anywhere else, trust me, I’ll know.”

Several seconds passed. Xiao couldn’t stop the dread that his body felt at the idea of having to return to his suffering at the hand of his karmic debt, no matter how much he mentally scolded himself for it.

Then they cleared their throat, taking Xiao out of his thoughts. “Thank you then, ehm. I promise to stay put.”

They prodded at the fire with the fire poker, causing their previously questionable structure to collapse. Irritation filled Xiao's face.

“You’re doing it wrong.” He said, kneeling down next to them. “You’re a horribly prepared traveler.”

Their shoulders drooped in shame. “I– shut up, okay? I would’ve loved to not have been here either!”

Xiao nodded absent mindedly. They must have their own reasons for not being in Mondstadt then. He took charge of the fire poker and started rearranging the wood, despite their weak protests.

“T-there’s really no need for this…” They pouted.

“You’ll freeze to death if you don’t warm up soon,” he simply stated. “I know that much.”

Minutes passed as they finally accepted his help. He sat by them in silence, before it was broken by the sound of their sobs.

“I-I’m sorry.” they said. “It’s just– I really do wish I was home.”

Xiao looked at them, trying to think of what to say. He wasn’t all that good at comforting humans. The eye contact seemed to have the opposite effect of his intentions as they squirmed under it until finally facing the other way.

“I was planning to cry when you left,” They sobbed. “It’s your fault for staying.”

Xiao sighed, resigning himself to staying. “Tell me about it then?”

They shyly peeked over their shoulder while trying to dry off their tears.

“The holiday. And why are you not home during this time. The morning is hours away, tell me everything.”

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RIGHT so, this was supposed to be for a secret Santa from @thesteambird that had a word limit of 500...., which as you can see this thing is not. I decided it'd be stupid to scrap outright, so here it is!

I edited it to have they/them pronouns, but I wouldn't be surprised if I fucked that up somewhere, feel free to let me know of any errors if you find them. This isn't THAT thoroughly edited so yeah. Usually I do more character research b4 writing so might be OOC as well, though probably not crazily so imo.

Happy holidays!

Cross posted to AO3

[prettylittledollswork]

He doesn’t like to admit things. Especially when it comes to his longing for love. He wants comfort, he wants to bask in your arms, but will he ever admit it? No.

Sometimes, he might tug on your sleeve for a hug. His ears and cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red as he feels embarrassed about the whole situation.

He wants your love. He wants your cuddles. He wants you. He doesn’t want to admit it. It’s a weakness of his, he wants you to understand his cues and act promptly. You never understand his cues but you can tell by the way he’s as bright as a honey apple. It’s cute.

It’s adorable. He longs for it. Give him the love he desires (and needs).

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Akutagawa, Xiao, Scaramouche + ur faves!! (Can u tell what my type is..)