#pink.haze

[xiaosweetheart]

just a kiss?

character: xiao <33

genre: fluff, a lil suggestive, angst if u squint

prompt: how he kisses you

warnings: none for once 😦 (gn reader)

a/n: just a lil sth to feed y'all with while you patiently wait for sfb pt2 (thank you <3)

kisses with xiao most often have an underlying hunger in them — he's desperate for your touch, having spent millennia alone, and it reflects in the way he kisses you. xiao wasn't originally one for any sort of physical affections or gestures, but he warmed up to it slowly over time, and now? now, he adores being by your side — he won't do anything more than link pinkies with you in public, but behind closed doors, xiao can't keep his hands off you.

he's obsessed with physical contact, always yearning for your touch; cuddling on the roof of the wangshuu inn in the dead of night, looking up at the beautiful starry night sky together with a blanket over your laps. you thought the stars looked like diamonds, thought they were stunning, burning so brightly overhead.

xiao didn't much care for the stars when they paled in comparison to you. gazing at you with hearts in his eyes, listening attentively as you talked about whatever was on your mind that night, occasionally prompting him to speak as well. you knew he was more of a listener than a talker, so you didn't have a problem filling that scilence.

kisses with xiao always either end up with his tongue in your mouth (or vice-versa), or are nothing more than a peck on the lips, rarely is there an in-between. xiao's just so addicted to you — your lips, your touch, anything you were willing to give him, he'd take. he loved the feeling of his hands on your body, of skin-to-skin contact.

xiao loves to have you in his lap, or below him on the bed, holding you as close as he can while he kisses you senseless — kisses you until you're trying to shove him off of you because you can hardly breathe. smothers in you kisses until your lips are glossy and swollen and all you can do is whimper and whine. whine for more, whimper from his touch.

xiao loves to suck on your tongue and to hear you moan into his mouth, to nip at your lower lip to hear you squeal. his face is so close to yours, he can feel the heat radiating off it. he can hear your heart pounding, and he can feel it when you guide his hand to rest on your chest.

xiao loves it when you kiss his face, it doesn't really matter where; his cheek, his temple, the tip of his nose, his lips. but he especially loves it when you you cup his face and kiss the little diamond in the middle of his forehead. everytime, without fail, he'll find himself absolutely melting into your touch, like putty in your hands. and if you rest your forehead against his after? he's a goner. tender moments like those never failed to alleviate the pain of his karmic debt — even if only for a moment.

xiao's favorite place to kiss you, not counting your lips, is your neck. he thinks it's incredibly intimate for some reason, kissing up n down your neck and all over your collarbones. he loves to kiss the back of your neck too, that in particular is what he finds to be the most intimate. brushing your hair out of the way to press a soft kiss just below your hairline, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips when you shiver from his touch.

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WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP W/ HIM : HCS !

tighnari x gn!reader

cw : ooc , fluff , pure brainrot , i love him so much i can't think clearly

an : remastered remixed part 2 idc. he is not a want but a need. sickfic linked here

you help out around gandharva ville a lot in your spare time

tighnari hardly ever lets you assist him in his duties in the forest, and when he does, it's typically when he's sure there won't be any danger

which isn't often

everyone at the village is very thankful that you help out so much

going on patrol with collei!!! you're practically attached at the hip most of the time

you do occasionally give tighnari shit for always being busy. all in good fun, of course - you understand that he has a very important role in helping the forest, and that it isn't always possible for him to spend time with you

whenever you get sick he makes the nastiest medicine imaginable <33 it's not his fault that the best treatment tastes awful!!!!!!

when you refuse to drink the medicine on your own, he spoonfeeds you!! while teasingly chiding you, of course

and if you still dont drink the medicine...... well, he has to resort to.. other methods

i'll leave that up to interpretation

please req a sickfic i have so much to say actually

you.... have so much knowledge of plants

you can't help but pay acute attention whenever tighnari goes off on another excited ramble about this species of flower that reminds him of you!!! he's just so adorable in moments like those

the look on his face when you recite some knowledge he told you in passing a few weeks ago

shitting on the akademiya together

him helping you open up and share your opinion more, and you helping him learn that he doesn't always have to be in charge, that it's ok to take longer rests and that he shouldn't feel guilty when something that's out of his control goes wrong

you constantly taking in animals that are either hurt or babies, and him rarely having the heart to turn them away

the amount of ongoing inside jokes. plant jokes. most of the time they're so subtle that if you weren't in on it, you would even realize a joke was being told

helping him write the occasional botany paper because, shocker, you've developed a love for the subject as well

dragging him to bed with you, even if it's just to cuddle and talk about your days and theorize if this specific plant could thrive under these specific conditions

you asking him one time to bring you something back from his patrol, him doing it every time he goes on one without you

every time you drop something and hurt yourself, he's immediately (lovingly) on your ass. damn those big soft ears

petting his ears. ranting and raving about them with collei

you being the only person to pet his ears??? like even if other people ask he typically declines them...

him constantly flustering you with subtle flirts, even after you've been together for years

still being in the honeymoon phase despite dating for so long already

him somehow finding ways to flirt / compliment you so that you don't process it until way later,,,, staying up way too late thinking about what he said

you tearing up the first time he gave you a handmade lunch; admitting that it was the most thoughtful thing someone's done for you in a long time

still crying when he gives you homemade lunches, being painfully aware of his busy schedule and seemingly-never ending duties

having tons of connections by association,,, becoming quite well-known yourself

pausing to look at certain flowers when on a walk, remembering him mention them to you the other day

when you argue him having the nerve to get all close to you and say some shit like "ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad" and so you do. you kiss him. hard.

him promising to get you a different flower that reminds him of you every year; him keeping tru to that promise

falling asleep to the sounds of the forest, tucked in his arms, smile on your face as you snuggle closer into his neck

laughing whenever he accidentally bonks his ears on a doorframe

[xiaosweetheart]

"you've got a lil somethin' right there."

character: xiao <33

genre: a lil suggestive ?????? kinda fluffy ???? <3

prompt(s): "i wanna kiss him all over his pretty face w lipstick on so bad" / blushy xiao <//3

warnings: gn reader; lazy writing(?); not proofread

a/n: uhhh. yall can decide if this is good or not bc i fr dont know LMAO (im in a lil rut i think)

xiao was standing on the uppermost balcony of the wangshuu inn when you had initially approached him, shyly asking if you could give him a kiss.

his response was almost automatic, a quiet yes leaving his lips before he had even turned around to face you; and, as a result, he had failed to notice the lovely red lipstick that you had worn specifically for what you were about to do.

grabbing his face and quickly pulling him in for a kiss when he turned around, xiao was taken somewhat aback by your eagerness. as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, you brushed your tongue over his lower lip. giggling at the soft gasp he let out, you didn't waste any time slipping your tongue into his mouth, further deepening the kiss.

xiao could feel you smirking into the kiss, and as much as he wanted to think about what you were up to, all he could concentrate on was the way you were sucking his tongue into your mouth.

"you're so pretty, sweetheart. my pretty boy," you mumbled against his lips. cupping his face with both hands, you pulled away enough to gaze lovingly at him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. and then another, and another, and another, kissing all over his pretty face — his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth, anywhere you could reach, even kissing his jaw and down his neck!

it wasn't until xiao pushed you off of him out of sheer embarrassment when you nipped at his collarbones that you stopped.

"your— your lipstick, it's, uhm, it's smudged," he pointed out shyly, having yet to realize that if you had lipstick on, and had just covered him in kisses ............

"'m sure it is," you grinned softly, "but i think you should be more worried about what it smudged off on."

what did you mean by th— oh. wait a minute.

you watched in real time as the gears in his head turned, processing what you'd said, before the tips of his ears turned bright red, and his cheeks were stained with a red that nearly matched your lipstick.

"you've got a lil somethin' right .......... there," you cooed teasingly, giving him a peck on the lips. and then that turned into another kiss on his cheek, and another, and ......... xiao really hoped that your lipstick wouldn't end up leaving a permanent stain.

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xiao, the vigilant yaksha

— conquerer of demons

"the damned shall sooner die again than lay a hand on me."

hair pulling.

hcs (ft. albedo, childe, diluc, xiao); semi-smutty

spit kink.

hcs (ft. diluc, tohma, xiao); smut

making out.

hcs + a drabble – what i think making out w him is like, and a drabble ab making out and riding him; smut

"you're the most possessive man i know."

hcs (ft. venti, xiao, scaramouche, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha); toxic, but mostly sfw

nasty.

one-shot – "you come back home after staying with a friend in mondstadt for a week and xiao blows a fuse upon seeing that it was a male friend." ; smut, fluff at the end (and a Leetol angst if u squint)

my pretty baby.

drabble – soft dom reader making xiao praise himself; fluff & smut

makeup artist! xiao

lil scenarios – a few thoughts ab makeup artist xiao <3; sfw but a lil suggestive

"cat got your tongue?"

one-shot – xiao asks if he can try something new and you agree right away — what you weren't expecting, however, was to end up muzzled and cockwarming him; smut

a sweetheart's holiday.

one-shot – xiao doesn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was all about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities anyway. <3 ; fluff (and smut)

yaksha are not doctors.

one-shot – you're "sick" but refuse to take the medicine xiao got you. so he comes up with another way to make you take it. <3 ; smut

stupid fuckin' brat.

two‐shot – after a week of being an absolute brat and pushing all of xiao's buttons, he finally snaps (and fucks you silly); smut

just a kiss?

drabble – what kisses with him are like; mostly fluff

yan!xiao <3

hcs – just. xiao as a yandere; toxic, but sfw

"you've got a lil something right there."

drabble – covering his pretty face in kisses while you have lipstick on <3; slightly suggestive?

dick piercing.

brief thoughts – this could not be more self-explanatory; smut

"enjoy the show?"

imagine – xiao inadvertently puts on a lil show for you while he trains w his polearm <3 ; suggestive

horny thoughts (sent in).

his polearm. | abs <3

soft hcs (sent in).

kissing his diamond.

self-ship hcs <3

calixiao hcs !!! (i'm cali); sfw, fluffy themes, Light angst

calixiao, birthday edition !!

hcs – how i'd celebrate his birthday; fluff, a lil suggestive at the end

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[xiaosweetheart]

a sweetheart's holiday.

character: xiao

genre: fluff (and smut)

summary: xiao didn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was all about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities anyway.

warnings: gn afab reader; domestic ish xiao (he's trying); semi lazy writing ??; praise; it was supposed to be lovemaking but 🙁 i was cut short on time; implied overstim; creampie ?; a leetol bit of teasing; mentions of drool ???? idek have fun w this yall

a/n: i gave the fuck up on this im not even gonna lie to yall i just do not have the time to go into my usual detail LFMAOAOAOOO (i def think u can see where i gave up but 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯) // not proofread rip

xiao didn't know much of anything in regards to human customs and cultures, and so, this naturally extended to holidays as well (save for the lantern rite festival). so whenever valentine's day rolled around, xiao didn't have a clue as to why he saw more couples out n about or why everyone was suddenly so ........... what was the phrase again? "lovey dovey?" yeah, that's the one.

but when he saw how excited you were, cooing at any couples you could see from your place on the uppermost balcony of the inn, xiao found himself biting back his pride and shyly asking you what today was and why everyone was making such a big deal out of it.

"today's valentine's day!" you cheered, taking xiao's hands into your own. "it's a couple's holiday, and a celebration of love! generally you give your lover a gift — like flowers or chocolate! — and shower each other in love!"

there was a short pause before xiao simply responded with a "why?" you could see the gears turning in his head, and you saw the way his brows furrowed slightly, like he was still processing what you were saying.

"why? ah– well. hm. y'know, don't worry about the why! it's a lovely, little holiday!" you beamed, releasing xiao's hands in favor of cupping his face instead and pulling him in for a tender kiss (nearly catching him off guard).

melting under your touch, xiao still didn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities.

xiao thought that getting flowers for you would be a menial task, but with how little time he actually spent in the harbor he so dutifully protected, he didn't have a clue where to go, and he was too stubborn and prideful to ask someone for help.

after wandering around the city for what felt like hours (it was maybe fourty-five minutes), xiao let out an agitated huff before teleporting to qingyun peak, settling instead on picking the flowers him damnself.

the last thing xiao expected when he reappeared in your room of the inn was to see you sprawled out on the bed in a pretty, pink babydoll lingerie set he had yet to see you in.

seeing xiao materialize into the room out of the corner of your eye, you were quick to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. giggling quietly at the violent blush on his face, you stood up and moved to close the distance between you and him (the way he took half a step back didn't go unnoticed by you).

"i — i, uh," he paused to clear his throat before holding up the small bouquet of hand-picked flowers, "i got these for you," he mumbled, refusing to meet your gaze. biting back a laugh that you knew would be misinterpreted, you gingerly took the bouquet from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

to think, adeptus xiao, could be so easily flustered! tongue-tied and blushing like a mortal! you'd surely be the death of him.

"they're so pretty! did you pick them yourself?" all xiao gave you in return was a curt nod. he'd never admit it, but (not so) deep down, he had a soft spot for you — he was a gentle soul by nature, and there was hardly a thing he wouldn't do for you; so what was a lil flower picking?

"i know it's not much, but," you began, stepping just far enough away from xiao so that he could drink in your figure and see the pretty new lingerie you had bought for today specifically. "i got you this!" grinning and biting your lip at the way he gulped and how his eyes glazed over with lust (and adoration).

setting the bouquet on the nightstand, you sat back down on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly. looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, xiao very quickly took the hint and made his way over to the bed. nudging your knees further apart, he took his place between your legs. leaning in so close, you could feel his breath fan across your face, xiao hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering across his amber eyes.

cupping his face, you pulled him in for a tender kiss, leaning back onto the bed as you did so, forcing him to follow suit.

"i love you," you muttered against his lips, fingers threading themselves into his hair. "i love you so, so much, xiao, you have no idea. my lovely boy."

there was a beat of silence as xiao processed what you had just said. your words had his eyes glossing over with tears, and sent a pang through his heart. gods, what could he have ever possibly done to deserve you?

xiao didn't say anything in return, opting to kiss you again instead, but the look on his face coupled with his rosy cheeks let you know that he felt the same.

shifting so that his thigh was in between your own, xiao smirked when he felt you grind your clothed cunt down against his leg. letting out a soft gasp, xiao took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss.

"x–xiao," you mewled as one of his hands trailed its way down your body, touch feather light. shuddering when his fingers began circling your clit through your panties, you tugged at his hair, only to let out a whimper when he bit your lip in return.

"pretty," xiao mumbled as he broke away from the kiss. his voice was little more than a whisper, and you felt your heart flutter with the way he looked at you. "so, so pretty," he breathed, eyes full of love, and a little bit of awe — like you were the most beautiful celestial body he'd ever seen, and he just couldn't look away.

leaning in to kiss you once more, your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand as his fingers resumed their ministrations against your clit.

"i've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he cooed, chuckling at the wet patch forming on your pretty, pink panties.

"i– i'd gotten myself all worked up while i was waiting for you," you shyly confessed, heat rising to your cheeks.

huffing at the smirk that curled at the corners of his lips, you smacked his arm playfully before pulling at the hem of his shirt.

"how impatient," he teased, swatting your hand away so he could pull his shirt off himself. truth be told, xiao was just as impatient as you were (if not moreso).

"aa–aah! xiao!" you whined, nails digging into the skin of his back. each one of his thrusts were slow and deep, and his cockhead hit that special, spongy spot inside you nearly everytime. the feeling was enough to leave you slack-jawed and borderline drooling as you clung to xiao for dear life.

you had already cum twice now, and xiao was working you towards your third orgasm, his own not too far behind.

"x–xiaao! 'm close! s–so close!"

"m–me — ah! me too!"

your fingers found purchase in his hair, and you pulled him down for another kiss, this one much more passionate than the rest. xiao wasted absolutely no time sucking your tongue into his mouth, your mewls and whimpers only spurring him on further.

removing a hand from his hair, you moved it down to play with your clit instead, the added stimulation pushing you right to the edge.

"hhhn l–love y— a–ah! i love you, xiao!" you sobbed out as you came for a third and final time; and your walls clamping down and fluttering around him was enough to send xiao over the edge too, pumping you full of his cum.

"aa–aah! fuck! i— i love you too," he panted, collapsing against your chest. "'m sorry, i'll pull ou—"

"n–no! no," you blurted. "don't. pl–please?" you were perfectly fine dozing off like this, with xiao, and his cum, still inside you.

"alright," he murmured with a yawn, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your chest.

"happy valentine's day, lovely," you mumbled sleepily, fingers carding through xiao's hair, as his breathing evened.

"nnmnh valentine," was all you were able to make out, his words too slurred and muffled, and you too sleepy to really understand.

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How and where they like to kiss you

Characters: Zhongli, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao x gn!reader (seperate)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 750+

Masterlist

Zhongli

Zhongli LOVES giving you forehead kisses, especially if you’re outdoors. He will just pull you close when you’re standing somewhere and press his lips to your forehead or your temple for a few moments. Hu Tao always teases him about it but he doesn’t mind because it makes him think of you, and whenever he thinks about you or is with you, he’s content. He’s not against longer, proper kisses, as long as you’re in private, but he thinks of it as impolite to do so when in public. There he will only softly and quickly kiss your temple if you’re saying goodbye to each other for whatever reason. If you’re at home though, he turns into a completely different person from the reserved persona outside. He, as long as you’re fine with it, wants to always be touching you, no matter what either of you are doing. If you have paperwork to do, he will sit by your side and talk to you a bit and you do the same to him. During this, he also regularly kisses your forehead, temple and cheeks. Once you’re done, he kisses you properly on the lips. Whenever he passes you, he also kisses your head because he likes being taller than you. And if you end up being taller than him, he contemplates changing his form a little to be the taller one again. Or he results in kissing your jaw instead.

Kazuha

He’s soft with you. Even though he is a samurai, he is also a poet. And that’s the part you feel when he kisses you. He holds you like you’ll break if he hugs you too tightly. He loves kissing your nose while his hands are resting on your hips or waist. If he could, he’d spend hours doing this every day, but sadly, you both have tasks to do.

If you’re a member of the Crux Fleet, be prepared to randomly hear a quiet warning that it’s him and then be swept up and have a quick kiss pressed to your nose, lips or cheeks by Kazuha before he’s gone just as quickly as he came. This is his routine and if he has to go one day without doing so because you’re too busy, he WILL sulk around until you pay attention to him.

Scaramouche

He is not affectionate. At all. If anybody ever asks him about it, he will just respond that he hates it. With you, however, he’s a bit like a cat. Secretly, he loves your affection, but he will never admit it and will lash out if anybody points it out. When you kissed his cheek for the first time, he went “disgusting, do it again”. He will not kiss you in public and he prefers to just press his lips to your hand or to your palm, being very careful while he does so. That’s the only affection you’re getting from him. If your relationship has been going strong for multiple months, he might kiss your hand in more public spaces, although it’s still only in non-crowded spaces and when he’s sure no one is watching, although he might kiss your cheeks and sometimes even your lips in private. During your relationship he grew to love the hand kisses so much, because it showed him you would wait until he was comfortable, so now he does them for the sake of the sentimental value more than because he’s too reserved for anything else.

Xiao

Very shy with affection. No kisses are happening in any place that is not completely private. Literally gets so embarrassed if anybody sees you. He is also not too fond of you kissing his cheek in greeting when you’re not on his balcony. If you are in private, however, and your relationship is not as new to him, he becomes more affectionate. He likes when you kiss his temple when he’s lost in his head and makes sure to return the favour whenever you are the one feeling down. He peppers soft kisses on various parts of your face whenever you two are in private and loves if you do the same. It gives him a feeling of this relationship being mutual and not a one-sided effort, which was what he feared as he didn’t know how to keep relationships going before. But you taught him and he’s so grateful for that, which he shows by protecting you, both from the outside world and your own head, for which kisses are the perfect solution.

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oh to have a lover who would kiss the moles all over my body 😔😔😔

[xiaosweetheart]

hey wanna climb the mondstadt windmill with xiao tgt 😊

taking him there on a date and just sitting in a confortable silence together as you just take in the view :((

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the lovely melzzels reached out to me and was interested in a collaboration for a request they had, and this is my half! they posted some lovely art of xiao for this fic, which you can find here.

enjoy <3

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xiao has been missing for nearly a week before you find him, hidden in the dark shadows of the ruins of the guili plains. you can barely make out his small figure, huddled away from the few shafts of sunlight filtering through the holes in the stone above, but you can feel the ominous chill of his karmic debt, threatening to suffocate you as soon as you step inside the ruins.

he trembles when you call out to him, makes a sound far too weak. you've seen him frightened before, on only one occasion—he'd been fighting, then, all bared teeth and wild might, lashing out with honed skill and near boundless strength. now, xiao sits with his back facing you, curled into a tight ball, a far cry from the stern yaksha that had been protecting all of liyue only a week ago.

the air around him is oppressive, a dark miasma that swirls off of him like smoke, crackling with overflowing, unspent anemo energy, threatens to slither into your lungs and suffocate you, thick and foul-tasting on your tongue. the vision at his wrist and tattoo on his shoulder pulse and flicker, more akin to electro than anemo.

you shudder when you sit next to him; the pressure in the air alone is enough to make your breath short. "xiao, what's wrong?"

he twitches when your hand rests on his shoulder, at first out of alarm, and then to keep himself from turning to look at you. his hands draw up to cover his face, digging in so sharply that his knuckles bleach white. you look for an injury and find none; his clothes are rumbled, dirtied in some places, but there is no obvious injury on his body, no sign that he'd gotten himself into a fight. worry roots itself in your chest when a whimper escapes him, broken and pathetic.

you give him no time to react before you rip his hands away from his face. his eyes snap to you, wide and a little wild, terrified and glowing unnaturally bright. his pupils are tightened to pinpoints, darting around from your face to the rest of the ruins and back again. two horns curl from his forehead, smooth obsidian, short but sharp, and his teeth. xiao has always had fangs, just large enough to be noticeable, but now they twist out of his mouth, curved outwards towards his cheeks, reminiscent of his mask.

his breaths come faster, more erratic, muscles tensing as if to leap. you cup his face gently, gently, run your thumb across ivory skin, tilt his chin up just enough that he's looking at you, now. his eyes are wide and bright and brimming with equal parts fear and shame.

“baby, does it hurt?” is all that comes out of your mouth after a moment. his eyes go somehow wider, his lips parting and then twisting in a silent cry, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

"it's okay," you murmur, hands resting delicately on his shoulders, "i'm right here. you'll be all right. i’ve got you.”

he's usually not one for sweet nothings or reassurances—usually, he swats you away with a little grumble, but now he lurches forward to bury his face in your shoulder, crushing himself into you, shudders in between gasping breaths, practically limp in your embrace aside from where his hands grip your shirt so tightly the fabric has torn.

by the time xiao has tired himself out, the anemo in the air has dissipated, as has the thick miasma of his karmic debt. his head rests heavy on your shoulder, chest still occasionally lurching with a silent hiccup, still grasping at your shirt.

"let's go home, xiao." you stand, finally, the adeptus held in your arms. his head bumps into yours, quietly affectionate; the cool surface of his horns brushes against your temple.

the walk home is quiet. he doesn't talk much, exhausted and oversensitive in your arms, and you don't ask him to; you make quiet commentary as you walk, listen when he speaks. his fangs are far too big for his mouth, slow his speech and give him a lisp. he doesn't tell you anything about what happened, and you don't ask. the mask is missing from where it usually hangs at his waist; that seems answer enough.

the next few days are unsteady. he tries to resume his duties as soon as he wakes the next morning, scowls as best as he can when you block him off. he spends the rest of the day napping in spite of his protests that he's fine, now. he wakes only once to slip outside and worry you, returns only minutes later with an armful of qingxin and a quiet apology.

it’s hours later as he chews on the plucked petals of one that you remember his medicine, his painkillers, are made of the flower. he’s hesitant to give up his supply, insists the bitter taste doesn’t bother him, but nonetheless allows you to steep the petals into tea and cook it into a plate of his almond tofu. he curls his lip at the latter’s taste—sweet but not with a horribly bitter tinge—but eats it regardless.

even though he's in the house, mere feet from you, he feels further away than when he disappears into jueyun karst for days on end. it's frustrating, but the only thing you can do is give him space to figure himself out. the mirror in the bedroom shatters; xiao picks the pieces from the floor in a silent apology.

you don't bother him, but you can't stop staring at him, either. his horns are pretty, dark as onyx, contrasting with the pale ivory of his skin, his fangs equally as enticing, though he hides both behind his hair and his hands. xiao shies from your gaze for days, but has grown more curious; he stops hiding them, makes a face when he catches you staring more often.

and then, finally, he approaches you while you’re lying in bed, his eyes brilliant in the moonlight, looking everywhere but at your face. his hands are bunched into his shirt while he’s unable to hold his polearm; nervous and cute.

“what is it?” you ask, as gently as you can, like he’s a scared little animal. his eyes find yours for the briefest moment, searching, before he licks at his bottom lip a little.

“i miss you,” he practically whispers, like it’s a filthy secret. his fingers tighten into his shirt, still fidgeting.

“baby,” you murmur, scooting over in the bed to allow him to crawl in beside you, “come here.”

he does, hesitantly, as if expecting you to change your mind. his head rests against your shoulder, tilted just a little so that his horns don’t jab at you. he’s warm when you wrap an arm around him, his face turning even more so when you press a kiss to his lips, though he leans in for another one.

his fangs get in the way, scratching at your cheeks and preventing him from slotting his mouth against yours in the way he wants. xiao’s face morphs to a frustrated scowl while he tries to lick his way into your mouth, and a displeased little growl slips out of his throat.

you thread a hand through his hair, take the lead and shift to kissing along his neck and up to the shell of his ear, biting and sucking bruises into his perfect skin along the way. xiao shudders when you press a kiss to the base of his horn, hands flying to hold your shoulders.

“does that feel good?” you ask, kissing along the smooth base. the gasp he lets out tells you all you need to know. it’s not long before he’s whimpering and palming himself,

moving to straddle your waist. his little hips grind down onto you while you cup his face and nibble along his neck, one hand drawn up to play with his horn.

he keens, arches away from you suddenly, though doesn’t quite pull away yet. those sharp eyes are on you, hazy yet unsure, lips parted to accommodate the shuddering breath that he lets out.

“come here, pretty boy,” you hook your arms around him, enough to pull him close again but light enough that if he wanted to he could pull away. you kiss along his cheek bone, nip at the fat of his cheeks.

his forehead comes to rest in the crook of your neck with a needy whine. he tries to kiss at your neck, reciprocate the marks you’ve left on his, though his fangs get in the way. you feel when he gives up, frustrated, starts instead to search for friction against both you and his hand, skin burning hot hot hot against yours.

he lets out a beautiful moan when your hand replaces his, still with cloth between himself and your palm, but he doesn‘t seem to care.

“take them off,” the order is soft and he follows it slowly, incandescent eyes following you as he peels off his clothes until he’s bare before you, arms crossed over his chest as if that would hide him. he sits on the bed delicately, waits for you to make the move.

“my xiao,” you shift until you’re straddling him, his lithe body stretched out against the sheets, “so pretty and perfect.”

his fingers dig into your back, a breathy sound coming out of him, almost startled. whether it’s from the praise or the hand coming to stroke him, you aren‘t sure, but the former has his eyes on you anyhow, a little self-conscious.

“so pretty,” you purr with a particularly quick jerk of your hand, “my good boy, my xiao. so perfect for me while i fuck him silly.”

you kiss him, a little rough, enjoy the annoyed growls and needy whines he lets out as he struggles to copy the slide of your lips against his, fangs catching against your lips and cheek. his nose scrunches, precious, and you break to kiss along the bridge of it.

“i love you,” he whimpers. his voice is raspy, sharp with a lisp from where his fangs get in the way of his speech. xiao ducks his face into your shoulder as soon as the words leave his mouth.

“sweet boy,” a tug of your hand that makes his nails dig into your back, “i love you too.”

he’s getting close, you can tell—his breaths come in short and erratic, little whines coming with sharp exhale, eyes screwed shut. another kiss; you nibble his lip and drink up all the delicious noises he’s making as you work your hand a little harder, a little faster, until he gasps into your mouth, hips breaking their steady pace to stutter weakly into your hand.

you pull apart from him, a little smile on your face—he looks so cute, pupils blown huge, lips parted. his fangs caught his bottom lip at some point and it weeps a drop of blood—xiao’s whole body flutters as you kiss it away with a little smile.

he bathes in the afterglow for so long that you think he’s fallen asleep before he moves, looking to you with docile eyes, honey yellow and sweet, a little shy. “do you really think that?”

“of course i do,” comes your easy answer. in lieu of a response, xiao presses his face into you, settles against you in an easy silence. as much as you’d like to taste that adorable lisp of his again, he looks content to just soak in your presence, and you’re perfectly willing to indulge him, combing a hand through his silky hair, brushing along the obsidian of his horns.

“i love you,” he says, fragile, genuine, entirely different from the gasping, fervent way he’d said it minutes ago. his eyes turn to you, expectant.

“i love you too,” you brush your fingers across the purple mark on his forehead, along his cheek. “my sweet, pretty boy.”

the rest of the night isn’t much. xiao allows you to bathe him, even if he halfheartedly complains that you take too long and that the qingxin-scented soap you scrub into his hair smells too strong. afterwards, you lie with him on your chest until eventually he nods off, your hands tangled in his hair and resting on the small of his back.

it’s not much, but it’s enough, just to watch the steady, peaceful rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. it’s been lonely, the past week, even if he’s only been in the other room—he’s more than welcome back in the bed with you. it’s good, to have your xiao back.

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THE WAY U WROTE XIAO ??????????????

Teapots and Yakshas

prompt: you show xiao your finished teapot and help him “settle in”.

pairing: xiao / gn!reader

tags/warnings: in-game universe, established relationship, top xiao, unprotected, gn pronouns, fluff and smut

w/c: 2.5k

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blame it on getting a good nights sleep for once in a couple of months and being half asleep, but-

When he gets comfortable with someone, and yes it could take a while but you’ll get there anyway, I think Xiao would give really nice hugs.

He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, I think he would only hug you if you asked for it or if you really needed comfort.

I can see him not being able to properly express his feelings to you with his words when you’re upset and he’s afraid he would just make it worse (since he’s done that in the past a few times when the two of you were just getting to know each other), so he does the next best thing he can think of and hugs you.

His arms are so gentle, featherlight- it feels like a welcome summers breeze after an unbearably hot day. He holds you with such tenderness, sometimes it feels like he isn’t even holding you. But he is. He’s there, he’s got you in his arms and he’s not letting go. Even if the grip is soft, it’s unwavering. Only when you in return wrap your arms around him does he pull you in closer, really holds you now. It was almost like he was waiting for you to tell him that it was okay to hold you like this, that he wasn’t hurting you; that his thoughts aren’t true. He shifts and suddenly you’re flush against his chest, his face burying in your neck. He heaves a sigh of relief.

Funny, it should’ve been him comforting you, but he’s never felt this warm and safe with another before.

That was probably the first couple of times. Now, he’s still hesitant, he’s still gentle, but he holds you almost selfishly now. Clings to your side when he can, arms wrapped like the softest vice around your waist. He almost reminds you of a sloth, or koala, but you’d never say that to his face.

Yeah, hugs with Xiao are lovely. You can’t convince me otherwise. Behind that cold exterior, is a soft lil thing that just likes to hug. It’s like the purest form of comfort he has.

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“who was it?” xiao’s voice was tense, threatening.

“xiao, i’m fine.” you muttered, although you could feel the remnants of the tears that were running down your face.

he didn’t respond for a moment. the rise and fall of his chest was different than usual; it was faster and his breaths were deeper. although he hated to admit it, he was scared. he couldn’t help the adrenaline that rushed through him when he saw you rubbing at your eyes. he knew he wasn’t the cause of your sadness, but every whimper sent guilt rushing through him.

he was supposed to protect you, wasn’t he?

“but you’re...” xiao tried to speak, although he didn’t quite know how do articulate what he was thinking. “you aren’t... just tell me who hurt you, y/n.”

“baby, i appreciate the concern, but it’s not-”

“y/n.” he said it more sternly then he had meant to. while he hadn’t wanted to be rude, he also didn’t want you to finish that sentence. “you don’t- if you’re trying to cover up for someone, don’t. what did they say to you? did they hurt you?”

he didn’t really give you time to respond. lithe fingers ran over your arms and up to your neck, checking for any injuries, but they found none.

“xiao. no one- it’s me, alright?”

he stopped. his hands stayed where they were, his gaze fixated on them. it was as though he was trying to process what you’d said, although you thought you made yourself clear. “you need to stop blaming yourself for things.”

“no, xiao, i meant- i’m overthinking, okay? i’ll be better in the morning. just- i’ll get some sleep.”

it took him a moment to respond. he’d moved a little away from you now, realizing that you weren’t hurt physically. that didn’t change the look on his face — the serious one, mixed with confusion and worry.

and then he nodded. at first, xiao didn’t make a move to get up and walk out of your room, but you assumed he would later. you turned out your light, pulled the blanket over you — why was xiao still there?

“what are you doing?”

“watching over you. i can... i can try to help.”

you sighed. he was stubborn, even for an adeptus, but you knew he always meant well. you patted the place beside you in bed.

“fine, but you don’t have to stand there the whole night, c’mon.”

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breaks down sobbing

adeptus xiao who can't stomach anything else aside from almond tofu but still eats whatever food you cook for him because you put effort on making it and he likes to know you more and mortal life

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xiao purring because i think it’s cute

i might write something with kitty xiao and elaborate even more on this bc i think about this all the time,,

it’s super quiet most of the time, you can feel it more than you can hear it—it makes his whole body rumble. his purrs are a little deeper than his voice is and kind of airy in a way, overall very pleasant to listen to. sometimes when he’s purring and he speaks, you can hear it in his voice and it’s super cute.

it takes so much and yet almost nothing to get him to purr—he just has to be pretty comfortable and happy for it to happen, but once he is, even just sitting beside him makes him start. he really likes when you run your fingers across his skin—his favorite spots are his arms, especially his tattoo, and his tummy. don’t pinch or grab or he won’t let you touch him, but just touch him gently and it makes him purr. rub his back, too—it also feels really nice.

he sometimes purrs in his sleep, too—you’ll wake up with a sleepy xiao sprawled across your chest, his cheek against you, a steady purr rumbling through him. you make him feel so comfortable, he just can’t help it. he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, or that he’s rolled over to cuddle with you more—he just wakes up all tangled with you and assumes you pulled him close.

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venti returns from the angel's share tavern well before it's closing time; it surprises you, when the door flings open—he's almost never home before either angel's share or the cat's tail have closed for the night, but one look at his face tells you exactly why he's home this early. his cheeks are flushed dark, bright eyes hazy—the hand around the neck of a bottle of wine is too loose, the other balled into a fist so tightly that his knuckles are white.

in a burst of wind, he's practically on top of you, leaning over the back of the couch to wrap his arms around you, cheek nuzzling against yours. "hello, my love. i missed you."

you chuckle, taking the bottle from his hand; he pouts and makes a halfhearted grab for it, though there's only a sip still sloshing around in the bottom. you set it on the table beside the couch before hauling the drunken bard over to sit beside you. the giggle he lets out is messy, interrupted by a hiccup, but cute.

"where's your lyre, baby?" you ask him as he situates himself against your side, his body molding to fit perfectly against yours. his cheek squishes against your shoulder, eyes gently shut.

"mm... master diluc has it. he says i can have it tomorrow, 'cause otherwise i'll just go to the cat's tail." the pout in his voice is exaggerated tenfold on his face, even with his eyes still closed. "he's right, but it's still not fair!"

"i'll tell him off tomorrow, then, love." you tell him, stroking a hand across his hair. it's half the truth—you'll go see him tomorrow, but only to collect venti's lyre and thank him for sending him home early, and to apologize for any trouble he caused.

"good." venti huffs, buries his face further into you. he's cute, but also getting you wet, somehow—wine spilled on his shirt, probably. you stand up and watch as he falls over dramatically, stretching out and whining.

"so mean!" he protests. "meanie. so mean."

"you've got wine all over you, baby. let's get you changed, hm? wouldn't that feel nice?" you offer. one green eye opens just the barest bit, almost calculating.

"maybe," he says, but lifts his arms up anyway, hands opening and closing. he's practically limp as you lift him into your arms, threatening to topple the both of you over.

his shirt is, in fact, covered in wine. you peel it off of him, giving him quiet instructions now and again for him to lift his arms, to hold still as you try to work him free of his corset.

he starts talking, at some point—about his day, about the things he's seen out in windrise or in the tavern, along the steep cliffs of the stormbearer mountains. he looks for your input every few sentences, either peering at you with an expectant expression or prompting you for your thoughts. each time you answer, his face lights up, and he continues with fervor until he again pauses.

he's still going when you gather him into your arms and settle him in the empty tub and turn the water on, only stops his chatter when you step to the drawers to look for soaps.

"i'm not leaving," you reassure him as soon as you hear him pause. you can't actually see his expression, but you can envision it—he has a way of making the most heart-wrenching looks when he's drunk.

"can you get in, too?" venti asks—his arms are thrown over the side of the tub when you look back, his chin resting on one. "please?"

he cheers when you roll your eyes and begin to shed your clothes, nearly splashes water onto both the towels and the floor. the tub is barely big enough for the both of you—venti sits with his back against your chest, trying to rest his head against your shoulder again.

"thank you," he sing-songs, "i love you."

"i love you too. now, come here and sit still so i can get you cleaned up and we can go to bed, yeah?"

you always forget how lovely venti is, particularly when he's stripped down and bare for you to see. the teal markings along his chest and thigh glow faintly with a gentle pulse, not unlike a heartbeat. they're smooth when you trace your fingers along them, a little warm, and make venti squirm against you with a little giggle.

the soap you picked out smells of cecilia flowers and leaves his skin smooth. you take your time, running your fingers along every little detail of his body—his round cheeks, soft tummy, along his thighs and down his arms. he laces your fingers together for a brief second when you run the cloth across his delicate hands, grinning up at you with a pleased hum, eyes bright and brilliant as gems.

he tips his head back to plant a kiss along your jawline while you try to work shampoo into his hair, whines when it nearly gets into his eyes. you scrub it into his scalp while he pretends to sulk. his eyes are sweet when you tip his head back to rinse it out, though, looking at you with his lips parted just a little bit, the scowl melting from his face.

the towels you swathe him in after the bath are thick and soft, though somehow venti still nearly manages to crawl into the sheets soaking wet. pajamas for venti consist of one of your favorite shirts—an oversized, soft thing that venti has long since seized from you, and then he’s jumping into the bed and under the covers, stretched out and waiting for you.

his skin is smooth and soft against yours when you slip in next to him, warm. you’ve washed away any trace of the cheeky bard that haunts the taverns and are left only with venti, watching you with sweet, adoring eyes, delicate and almost shy.

if he's thinking of anything, he doesn't voice it as you run your fingers along the outline of his body absently, hands wandering as you settle down.

there’s still a dusting of rosy pink across his soft cheeks as his eyes flutter closed. in the morning, he’ll undoubtedly rise complaining of a hangover, whining for your attention—but that’s tomorrow. now, there’s just his now sleeping body against yours, the peaceful night air, and the smell of cecilia flowers between you.