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my lamb—now eat me alive
pairing: xiao/reader
rating: mature
summary: The word punishment has never sounded sweeter in his ears until now. He draws in a sharp breath. He feels his heart skip, feels his body grow warm, but he doesn’t try to push you off him. He sits in silence, waits, takes everything you give him and more.
notes: finally blew the dust off this app, and am startled by how much i love one (1) man. this is like. an edited version of one of my older pieces. title is taken from countdown as slow kisses by michael wasson!
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Can you make xiao headcannons? It could be about anything you prefer but if you aren’t sure then an idea is daily life
A/N: A very late response to this, my apologies! I do hope you like this regardless. I did a mixed bag of some headcanons for Xiao here.
Pairings: Xiao x Gn! Reader (headcanons)
Xiao, the heroic, youthful, or demonic, looking man on top of Wangshuu Inn?
One would say he doesn't do much at all, other than sit there and bask in the elements around - not caring whether it's raining, snowing or if it's a blazing sun outside
Xiao cares very little as for what the ordinary, mortal lives think of him. As long as he's fulfilling his duty, protecting them - he is satisfied, and needs no other opinion. He's been doing this for over 3000 years, he knows what he's doing.
Some days are more peaceful than others, and he does laze around, enjoying the warm southern breeze that carries that specific smell that remind him of times long gone
Xiao is able to both reminisce about the long and recent past while standing guard, in his own peculiar way.
The look in his eyes grows duller, softer like silted waters, but he's not losing himself in those murky waters. Some of those memories would be downright terrifying to someone else, as they hail from a time darker than even the Archon War.
When on duty he is as meticulous as anyone would expect, and just as cool and distant when interacting with others, should he really have a need for it
Yet, every now and then he does run into more... domestic things that he couldn't have predicted or escaped. Like aiding a half blind eldery to collect the bamboo shoots, being mistaken for their grandchild due to his height, or helping a child find a way home or get their toy back. These are all people of Liyue, or they just happened to be on those grounds. Xiao is a sworn spear of protection to them.
For his close ones, the ones that are still alive, he makes sure to check in every once in a while, or at least send some things their way so they know they're on his mind
He's not the one to write letters, and has a penchant for a sort of "acts of service" type of show, so if he really must send some paper, he makes a talisman to make up for the lack of words on the paper. Or anything of that sort, even infusing a little bit of his power into the pieces so that it would last longer
If you're someone he truly does care about, or you simply don't want to leave him to rot in his solitude, the act of visiting the old graves and tombs of old comrades and friends with you warms his heart in a comforting way that's still unfamiliar to Xiao
He enjoys listening to you talk about the people he seldom has time or the will to interact with, even if he finds some of their interests weird or pointless, he likes to hear all the variety of personalities and jobs. So much has changed over the years, and so much has also stayed the same. He likes to hear how the Harbor has grown, inside and outside.
During Lantern Rites, he would hope you'd join him, he even goes through the "tedious task" of acquiring a Xiao lantern that the two of you can set into the sky when the time comes. You would do so from one of the mountain tops surrounding Liyue, and both of you can watch the your lone light join the other dozen ones
It's a magical moment to him, no matter how keen he is on rejecting that claim later on. In that moment he's not the Vigilant Yaksha ridden with Karma, he's not general Alatus, he's not a bird with a broken wing nor is he some random immortal soldier. He's just.. Xiao.
Ⓒ n0tamused 2022. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
A Comforting Night
In which our wind adeptus is plagued with nightmares and seeks solace in you.
Warnings: Mentions of death, nightmares
Defined Reader Features: None. *The reader has a pyro vision
Word Count: 686
He woke up with a start, his breath ragged and short. The cool night air made the sweat on his skin feel clammy. He blinked once. Twice. Thrice. He turned to look to his side, out one of the windows in his room at the Wangshu Inn. The night sky was clear, littered with stars that shone like diamonds. The only sounds he could hear were the distant hoots of owls, the leaves rustling outside the window and the calm breathing of you, laying next to him.
Slowly, Xiao turned to face your sleeping form, which was currently well tucked in under the blankets, both your arms loosely draped around his waist. He takes a sharp breath, the fear from his nightmares briefly melting away, and gently places his hand on your head. This gentle but new touch disturbs your rest, and you shift a bit. You were always a light sleeper, Xiao cursed inside his head as he watched your eyes flutter open. You squint a bit, confused as to why your lover was awake and watching you like a curious cat does to a scurrying mouse.
“Why aren’t you asleep...?” You question, removing your arms from his body as you push yourself up to sit up. Xiao shakes his head.
“I thought I heard something. It was nothing-- go back to bed,” he lies, hoping you’ll buy it and close your eyes. But you don’t, instead reaching around for the lamp that sits near your bed. Once your fingers graze the wick of the candle, sparks fly at your tips as you light the lamp, shedding some dim light in the room.
“You know I hate it when you lie to me, Xiao,” you start, turning your body back to face the visibly disturbed yaksha. He hesitates for a moment, before realizing neither of you will get sleep if he isn’t upfront about his feelings.
“Nightmares. Memories of the countless lives I took in my past...the dreams I devoured...they haunt me nightly, and this night is no different.” He glances away, uncomfortable with your intense stare. When he glances back, you still watch him, but your hands have lifted to touch his face. You pause for a moment, as if asking for consent. When he gives a slight nod in response, your hands carefully cup his face. You tilt it down a bit so he looks at you and you offer him a kind smile.
“I remember the stories you told me about your time serving under your cruel master. I know that those times trouble you, even with how distant in the past they are. I know that even as you lie in bed with me, you find yourself hesitant to express your love. These nightmares plague your dreams and make you walk with your eyes looking back to see if your karma will truly come to catch you. But it won’t, Xiao.” He leans into your touch watching you. A part of him wants to stop you and question your confidence, but he knows better.
“You are here. Your a Liyue’s protector, and Rex Lapis’s trusted adeptus. You are more than your past for it does not define you. The sword hanging over your head shall be cut, for you strive to be a better person. I promise you my love, you are free to be.” He stares at you, contemplating how lucky he got to have someone, especially a mortal as understanding as you for a partner. A rare smile graces his face and he turns his head slightly, placing a kiss on your palm.
“Thank you, (y/n).” You beam at him and pull back, moving to get comfortable once more in your bed.
“Let’s sleep. When I wake up, I’ll go shopping for some ingredients to make almond tofu, hm?” He nods, moving as well to lie back down and go to sleep. His arms snake around you and he tucks you under his chin, giving himself the privilege of being comforted by your warm body head on. The night of terror soon became one of comfort.