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and when he leaves you in the dark. xiao x gn!reader. warnings: angst, xiao dies, 2.7 chasm update spoilers. wc: 1,906. semi proofread.
in each of xiao’s waking moments, he thinks of you.
he thinks of the sun rising in your eyes when you turn to look at him. he thinks of your smile brighter than the moonlight when you tell him about your day. he thinks of the warmth in your hands when you gently grab his own, tugging on him to lead the way.
and as his body grows weaker with each passing second from the fantastic compass, he thinks about you. as though his ears are filled with water, the loud yelling of yanfei and paimon is drowned away by his thoughts of you—it has always only been of you.
you always hated how self-sacrificial he was. your shoulders would slump when you’d hear him utter his thoughts and you’d angrily bite back your tears. you’d wrap your arms around his waist after and tell him it was all nonsense—that he still had you.
that should there come a day the stars will not align, xiao will still have you.
you would never miss the sudden look in his eyes, yet he smiles lightly and nods every time.
when the platform shatters and so does his mask, vanishing slowly as the strength in him dies a little more, xiao finally remembers what you had said to him before he left.
“come back home to me.”
you had been playing with his fingers when you spoke, not once looking up at him—missing the ghost of a smile on his lips. someone like you was too far for xiao to reach but still, he wallowed in your affection and surrendered himself fully.
you who has been blighted by someone like xiao, a demon who has slain thousands—mortals and gods alike. xiao wished back then that he had stayed away, kept to himself on the balcony of wangshu inn and never helped you with your problems.
for someone as awkward as him, xiao learned to breathe and love. love someone so different, someone who is not like him; and will never be like him. he learned to breathe you in as though you and he do not know where the two of you had begun and when you two had become whole.
“okay, i will,” xiao whispered that night. it was a promise to you and him—he’d come back home, safe and sound, to you.
then you looked up at him that time, smiling lightly as your eyes interlocked. you had noticed the fondness in his eyes, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. cute, you thought—but you’d never tell him that.
xiao supposes this would be the only time he has broken a promise to you. of the countless promises he had kept, this would be the only one he would have to break, whether he had a choice or not.
he staggers back, breath heavy and so is his body. they all look at him—yanfei, yelan, the traveler, paimon, and shinobu—with wide eyes as he stands weakly, eyes travelling towards the opening above them.
he would apologize if he could, take you once more into his arms and kiss your nose. he would apologize for everything he couldn’t have done with you and ask for your forgiveness. he knew you’d accept him as you always have.
xiao knows that his time is running out.
the color green engulfs his right hand as he balls it into a fist, knowing this would be his last act. heroic—he thinks, idiotic—you’d say.
“i like the color green,” you told him once on a stroll.
xiao paused in his steps, turning to look at you with a raised brow. “green?” he repeated.
“yeah, i like it,” you hummed. “everything about you is green—you’re green.”
he didn’t know what it meant during that time, only that he knew you liked it because of him. xiao took every chance to take home every colored green object in sight when he would go out.
he brought a four-leaf clover once, hoping that it would bring you any luck compared to being with him. xiao left it on your hands with a shy smile as you stared at it with a smile.
everything else followed after that. xiao would grab a jade stone should he see one, a beautiful water lily when he passes by the lake, a green flower when it blooms at night.
when the sunset came and you laid your head on his shoulder by a tree trunk, xiao hesitantly asked, “why the color green?”
you didn’t move from your position, instead, you took a look at the setting sun. “i just like it,” you answered. “but, if you really want to know…”
xiao gazed at you, watching the way your lips would move, nose scrunch up when you smiled, and eyebrows moving when you spoke. he then glanced at the sky and the setting sun—it was pink and purple, something you always loved to stare at, even more than you loved the color green, that he knew.
“does that answer your question?” xiao blinked. ah, he didn’t listen.
“it does,” he said, hand slowly reaching towards yours, intertwining it with his.
though he feels disappointed in himself for never hearing your answer, xiao realized there, you are more beautiful than the sun setting. should the sun itself disappear, xiao would follow you to the ends of the earth just to watch the sunset in your eyes.
this time, however, xiao understands why you like the color green—it symbolizes his protection. the color engulfs his companions, a bright light green that he knew would protect them and bring them to safety, and he knew that it would bring only them.
xiao watches as yelan reaches out to him, yelling something incoherent in his ears, then finally, they disappear and leave him on his own.
the platform below him cracks and xiao falls.
he wonders what you would have said to him should you know he sacrificed himself for others—only this time, he isn’t coming back. it was his job, his duty—it was bound to happen at one point. it was something you always refused to accept, xiao shouldn’t have to bear the burden of others.
“you first before others,” you said one time. “why should you put your life on the line for them?”
it was in the contract—he would have said. but xiao was bound by no contracts (at least anymore), only his morals and his guilt. his sins were far greater than any living adeptus and he must suffer for all eternity for what he has done.
but you show him that he doesn’t have to bear the burden of others, that like everyone else, xiao is loved. and he is loved deeply and greatly by none other than you.
to others love may be a burning fire of desire, to know all of your deepest secrets, or kissing below the shade of the trees in spring and waiting for the flowers to fall. but for you, you show xiao that love to you is simply him.
and xiao knows that you love him more than you do yourself.
it’s only that xiao knows in himself that you are the epitome of love itself—and he will love you even until death.
“what are you holding?” you came up to him on a cold night by the balcony. the wind blew and howled, you shivered slightly as you make do with your hands rubbing your arms for any source of warmth.
xiao turned to you, holding a crystal-fly in his right hand. “i thought it would suit you,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck the piece in your hair.
he gazed at you, a light smile on his lips as you touched the crystal-fly on your hair gently. xiao was right whenever it came to you—something he was always proud of, and the only thing he was proud of in himself.
“i love it,” you whispered.
“i love you,” xiao whispered back—barely audible but he knows you hear it, and wants only you to hear it.
[name], when tomorrow starts without me, i hope you feel relieved.
he has seen the mountains fall and the oceans rise, but xiao knows that he has loved only you, and forever will only be you.
but i hope you know that i will love you even if there are no clouds in the sky and the setting sun has become dull in your eyes.
and as he falls into his doom, xiao remembers your smile, the crinkle of your eyes, the laugh you let out when he takes you too seriously, the warmth of your hugs, and the love that you brought him.
“what’s your favorite flower?” he had asked suddenly.
you thought for a few seconds as you say, “oh, i don’t know.”
xiao frowned.
“but if there was a flower like you, i would choose that one,” is what you said after.
you gave him a bright smile, laughing at your own words—still, they were true. wrapping your arms around his neck, he staggered backwards, holding your waist to steady the both of you. should there be a garden full of flowers, you would choose xiao again and again.
“that’s nonsense,” xiao clicked his tongue.
“huh? hey! i thought it was cute!”
his eyes shoot open.
for once in his life, xiao reaches up towards the small light and wishes it would grab him just as how you pulled him out of his misery.
what would you think?
what would you say?
what would you do when the news comes to you?
as he falls, tears spring to his eyes as he remembers you. the only person in his life who had shown him love. the only person who had cried when he came home with blood on him. the only person who he knows would be devastated when you find out the truth about what had happened to him.
if only xiao had stayed far away from you, it wouldn’t have ended up like this—you would not have to cry for him.
until xiao’s final moments, he thinks about you.
--
“i’m sorry, xiao has died.”
the smile on your face fades, handpicked qingxins now lay by your feet as your hands drop to your sides. verr goldet stands in front of you, a solemn look on her face—you watch her lips move but you could barely hear what she says.
xiao has died.
xiao has died?
you open your mouth to thank her for bearing you the news, but it stays open. there was nothing to say. she watches as you tremble, the gloss in your eyes fading—a look she had first seen on xiao when you had not come for a week.
with a shaky voice, you reply, “okay… thank you.”
you should have seen it coming; that one day, xiao would not return safely in your arms. the longer you stand in front of verr goldet, the heavier your body becomes, dragging you down as if it wishes to bring you with xiao himself. for now, you will weep for your dead lover.
you hope that in xiao’s final moments, he knows that should he and you walk this world once again with no remnants of each other, you will find him again and again.
notes i thought about xiao finally resting but wipee go down with me he worries about leaving you alone so in his last final moments he's desperately trying to cling onto whatever faith he has left in himself to go back to you but <3 he can't tada hehe also i hope the transitions are understandable as you can see the reader isn't with xiao in the chasm, so all you saw are xiao's memories with you just loving him or as i like to call it his life flashing before he dies :p i wrote this in one day i can't believe but i had to edit it a lot because my metaphors didn't seem right, i am not an english major so i am horrible at this
before xiao, there was alatus. xiao x gn!reader. warnings: angst, mcd!!, blood, xiao's backstory. wc: 2,708. semi proofread.
before xiao, there was alatus.
alatus who served an unknown god with a deep desire for power and used him to slaughter those who opposed his wishes. helpless and weak alatus who devoured dreams and crush the innocent’s hopes. feeble alatus who withstood countless wounds and near-death experiences.
it was him who deserved the terrified looks of his victims, begging him to spare even at least their children and kill them—only for his body to move without his permission. he who dirtied his soul and tainted his hands at the blood that painted his face.
“you’re tending to wounds that won’t kill me,” alatus muttered.
“immortal yes, invincible no.” the once white cloth you had been using from a week ago was now a light pink and alatus knew it was the blood of his victims. it was wet and cold as you wiped the cloth across his face, removing all the red splatters and cleaning the wounds that he newly acquired.
“you’re thinking lowly of me. you know i’ll get dirty again once i step out and—” he let out a muffled noise as you wiped the cloth on his mouth, shutting him up from his self-deprecating talk. still, this earned you a glare.
smiling lightly—one that looked almost apologetic, you look down briefly. “i know…you hate seeing the blood of others on you. so let me do my job just this once, okay?”
of course, there were many things alatus hated in this world. he hated how you were always right. he also hated how you made him feel. hated how he became selfish at the thought of being with you.
you were a mortal and he an adeptus who still could not fend for himself. while you were free, alatus would be forever chained to his master. he’d told you many times to leave him be, that he was dangerous, that you’ll get yourself killed by him, but you merely smiled at his claims.
“stop looking so worried,” you giggled. “your master won’t come and barge in here. what do you know? maybe he’ll make me fight you and think you’re unfit for the job because you’ll lose to me!”
alatus scoffed—visibly frowning—and crossed his arms as he gave you a look of detest. “you mortals and your imagination.”
“and this mortal,” you gestured to yourself, “is taking care of an injured adeptus.”
you leaned towards him, gently placing a hand on his cheek as you look up at him. “alatus,” you whispered.
he leaned into your touch, humming. your skin was warm and palm lightly calloused from the everyday work you did but he loved the way you held him. you let out a small laugh, thumb brushing over the healed wound on his cheek as he cracked an eye open to gaze at you tenderly.
“i went to town today and zhao told me there would be a war. do you think it’s true?” you mumbled, already knowing you would be separated from him.
“your god will protect you,” was all alatus could say to you.
war meant death, countless and thousands who would perish at the hands of whoever was responsible. and though alatus protected you from the shadows, he would not be able to be by your side once a war would brew. someone like him who bathed in death was for the battlefield—to kill, to destroy. war meant separation and alatus feared the day your hands wouldn’t be as warm as you held him now.
“hah…i suppose,” you said, your shoulders dropping. “at least i can spend today with you.”
“you talk as if our time is limited,” he scowled. “it’s not, at least for now. i’ll…still come by.”
the lies he told were piling up and he knew they would soon spill out. still, if the lies meant your happiness, alatus would tell a thousand just for the smile on your face to stay. he knew it was wrong—lying directly to your face as you believed him—but he couldn’t dare to see the look of anguish ever again.
with a content hum, you pulled him into your arms and basked in the setting sun.
–
alatus will never tell you how he felt whenever he was with you. how his stomach would make him uneasy and transform him into a small shy cat, afraid that he’d hurt you in any way should you come close to him. how his day immediately brightens up when he sees you standing by a tree, a stern expression on your face.
"you have blood all over you again," you'd say with a sigh.
and even if you hid the fact that you were terrified of the things he did, you took him into your arms and ran your fingers in his hair. the sweet nothings you whispered when he’d nap on your lap even for a few minutes, leaning down to kiss his forehead made his heart swell.
and he’s glad that he didn’t abandon you the day he saw you.
instead, he listened to the way his name falls from your lips. he chose to lie in your arms and listen to the faint sound of your beating heart. alatus has looked into your eyes as he caresses your face in the moonlight, humming as you whispered about your day to him.
you were all alatus had in this godforsaken world. he who is the devil would lay at your feet and repent for his actions. if alatus could never forgive himself, you would take his face by your hands and kiss his eyes for they were the reason he saw himself in such a bad light.
the only thing alatus wanted was to be by your side. forever.
he would hold your hand and watch the way your eyes would sparkle at the sight of the sun setting everyday if he wanted. carry you on his back if you ever felt tired from walking whenever you’d set out on a new journey with him. he would eat the food you prepared for him, biting back a soft smile as you complained that his master would treat him so cruelly to not let him eat.
he adored you wholeheartedly.
but you were mortal, ever so fragile.
there would be times alatus would not be able to be by your side and the thought frightened him more times than you’d think.
how could he live a life without you?
he was selfish but he knew you’d still risk it all for him. it was only natural for him to do the same. you were mortal and you’d vanish soon enough but alatus would do anything to keep you alive.
–
“it’s a new dish i’ve been trying out. the ingredients are kind of expensive, so don’t expect me to make it every time!” you reminded as you set the two plates down on the table.
“your fingers are all…” alatus muttered as he picked up the spoon, eyeing your bandaged fingers—blood still seeping through.
you held them to your chest, offering him a laugh. “it’s nothing, i swear! don’t freak out if you find blood in your food—i’m kidding, i swear.”
he almost looked offended at your statement, looking down at the plate and nudging it with the spoon. it was times like this that alatus did enjoy your presence and warmth. just the two of you basking in the moonlight. the food quickly melted into his mouth and he closed his eyes.
“well?” you peered at him, nudging his shoulder with yours.
alatus turned to you, paused and reached his hand out to bring your forehead closer to his lips. he resumed eating after.
there was nothing he could say but he knew that you already knew the answer to your question.
you leaned onto him, your head on his shoulders as you looked up at the night sky. “hm. let’s name it…almond tofu? it’s made from that, or maybe we should call it tofu almond.”
“it sounds like something a child would call,” he commented.
“alatus!” you gasped. “take that back!”
“i never said it wasn’t delicious.”
“i suppose you’re right… i hate you and your remarks.”
alatus chuckles lightly, nodding. he takes you in his arms and breathes you in—like a bee needing flowers to survive. you were the light that shone brightly beside the devil, his savior and sanctuary.
-
fight for me and get me a seat as an archon, his master had demanded all so suddenly.
as he had always been in, alatus was back on the battlefield. his polearm would slash and destroy anything that came his way should they disobey his master, his god. the blood of the innocent on his hands as he slaughtered each and every one.
alatus would never forget the terrified looks on their face, begging him to spare their child.
he hated every second of it. he could not stop even if he wanted to, the strings on his body were being controlled by his god. his god who desperately wanted the seat as one of the seven—greedy and merciless, he spared no one.
red and black was all alatus could see—he had forgotten the colorful skies, the greenery of nature, and the color of the love you gave him.
his soul was tainted and dirty, no repenting could ever make you forgive him now. should alatus crawl to your feet and beg for forgiveness, he knew you would stare at him in disgust and punish him for what he had done.
home was no longer with you, no longer in your arms that would wrap around him and have you whispering soft nothings. alatus was leaving battlefield after battlefield and soon, it had grown into his home.
days felt like years and he wished to head back to you each time he would rest—but he was bound by contracts and his weakness, you.
-
“…isn’t that him? he’s disgusting. i can’t believe he’s one of us.”
“it’s like he doesn’t have a mind of his own! what are you—don’t leave me!”
“…master, alatus has caused a great casualty. your soldiers are dying at his hands as well.”
“…master, alatus has killed general zho… we must kill him, it’s the only way—"
“you dare disobey me? alatus is my greatest soldier.”
“alatus, you must kill everyone who opposes me.”
“no god will save you, you damned devil!”
and soon, alatus had begun to kill gods. gods who waged war with him and his master, gods who wanted to flee and save their people, gods who did not care about the seating of celestia.
do you actually think you’re not a monster?
do you know what’s worse than a demon like you? a liar.
you killed people.
no one would forgive you.
what would [name] think?
what would [name] think?
whaT WOULD [NAME] THINK?
it’s in the most gruesome battle that he awakens at your name.
“the name xiao is that of a spirit who encountered great suffering and hardship. he endured much suffering, as you have. use this name from now on.” morax stood in front of alatus—no, xiao.
his master was now dead.
he had won the battle—but at what cost?
xiao fell on his knees. his world had crumbled.
death was inevitable, it really was. but he had told himself he would go to great lengths to stop death from clinging to him—stop clinging to anyone he loved. he had never loved anyone as much as you before, you were the only one he knew how to love.
so, tell him, why did death cling to him?
a minute earlier. ten minutes earlier. no, an hour earlier. god, maybe a week earlier. you, who he swore to protect with all his heart, clung to him desperately, sobs escaping your lips as you trembled in his arms.
“alatus…it hurts! it hurts!”
xiao bit back the tears, his head buried on your neck as you cried on his chest. “it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, i promise,” he soothed, lips shaking as he held you tighter.
“i don’t want to die, alatus, i don’t want to!” your voice was weak, full of fear and heavy breaths. xiao wishes he could hear your voice from before, joyous and teasing.
like everyone he had killed, your blood was on his hands. on his arms. on his clothes. on his face. your blood was everywhere on him. it seeped into him and he could feel every bit of it. xiao wanted to vomit, you were everything he had and you were dying before him.
red—it was all he could see.
the blood that seeped through your clothes, from your arms to your middle to your legs. the wounds on your face must have hurt—he wishes he was there earlier. he would have kept you safe. he should have kept you safe.
your cries were even worse. it was the only thing he could hear as he held on to you, tears already down his face as he hung his mouth open—unable to accept the fact that you laid before him with blood. your cries were painful and it hurt him. hurt him till his bones and hurt him in his heart.
sobs wracked your body and you could feel the pain. how painful your wounds were.
“it hurts!” you cried, “it hurts so bad!”
xiao ran his fingers through your hair, attempting to soothe your cries. his hand reaching out to cup your face as you looked up at him with tear-stricken eyes. you cherished life and you cherished being with him.
losing life meant losing him.
“you won’t die,” he repeated over and over again.
please…
xiao wished it was enough to comfort you but really, it was for him. for him to stop falling apart and hurry and take you to the adepti.
“alatus,” you choked out, “please i want to live, i want-i want to be with you…please save me.”
a new name, he wanted to tell you. he lived under a new god now. the cruel master that you hated was now dead and he was saved. the war you had told him about was now over.
you can be together as usual now. he had so many things to say but his body trembled and you simply cried into his shoulder, begging him and any god that you wanted to live and to be saved.
the pain was unmeasurable and both of you knew that you were unsavable. still, you begged him to save you. you were being selfish, so selfish. but you wanted to be with him, feel his smile against your shoulder, have him bury his face into your neck in embarrassment.
“you’ll live. you’ll live. i’ll-i’ll take you to-to morax,” he spluttered, already making up his mind that he should at least try anything to save you. but you hissed in pain when he lifted you up and xiao knew.
there was nothing he could do.
alatus, what do you think of my dish?
alatus, do you think we can gather some qingxin?
alatus, kiss me?
alatus, welcome home!
alatus.
alatus.
alatus, do you want me to die?
alatus, why are you so useless?
alatus, you killed me.
(i didn’t…!)
“alatus, i love you, i love you, i love you,” you whispered against his skin. briefly, you wanted to see him smile at you but you were already being too selfish; so, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes at the warmth he brought you. “even-even until death, i will-will love you.”
“you’ll be okay,” xiao whispered, hand by your head as tears rolled down his cheeks. he was weak—he’d always been weak. “it’s okay, i love you too… so, please… it’ll be okay, it won’t hurt anymore. i love you, i love you."
xiao could only wish you managed to hear it.
before liyue and its people, there was you who he swore to protect.
before xiao, there was alatus who wished that you could have stayed with him as xiao.
notes the 2.7 archon quest absolutely wrecked me, i felt so sad seeing xiao wanting to sacrifice himself so i wrote this to help <3 hope u like it because i know i did
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Some nights he clings to you and some nights he kicks you. Some nights he cries in his sleep and some nights in his sleep he laughs like crazy...
Dazi also wakes you up in the middle of the night and says weird things:
"Y/n! Did you know that the chemistry book itself made of quantity of atoms that wants to explain to us, who are also made of atoms, exactly what an atom is ?!"
[𝑂]𝑝𝑒𝑛: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?
It takes a long time. He's a hurted little boy who can't talk to you about his life easily.
[𝑃]𝐷𝐴: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
He makes others suffer and uncomfortable by what he does in public. He doesn't care where you are at all, he says embarrassing things and clings to you.
[𝑄]𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑘: Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
I think those long ass arms and legs aren't that useless. At least, you can sit on his shoulders and have some fun...
[𝑅]𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
With his romantic words and gestures, he makes your eyes fill with tears. And then, he can ruin everything with that damn sentence "I hope you commit suicide with me, belladonna~"
[𝑆]𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?
He can be the pm! Dazai for you. He doesn't need to be kind to people who hurt you.
Also, if you protect him from something, he may suffer from a guilty conscience.
[𝑇]𝑟𝑦: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?
He tries to do something you'll never forget. And yes, you will never forget.
How can you forget about;
"falling into the river to save Dazai", "begging Chuuya not to kill Dazai because Dazai stole his hat" and "running away from the dogs"?
[𝑈]𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔: How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
He may seem forgetful and irresponsible, but he really understands you, he knows when you are sad and when you are happy.
[𝑉]𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒: How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
It depends on what stage of your relationship you are at. He doesn’t take the relationship very seriously at first.
[𝑊]𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑑: A random Fluff Headcanon.
He loves to wear similar clothes with you or use similar items. He spends most of his money on couples' mugs.
[𝑋]𝑂𝑋𝑂: Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
I think it's quite clear. If you want, you can punish him by not hugging and not kissing him...
[𝑌]𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He calls or textes every five minutes. If you can't use your mobile, he lies on the ada sofa, whines all the time and rolls like a worm.
[𝑍]𝑒𝑎𝑙: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
He can kill people for you. And I think I don't need to explain more.
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