rei

they/them - minor - kinda inactive

[akachaan]

moved to @honey-bree but i only post kpop fics there so if ur interested in that... i might come back to genshin but i’ve tried to get back into it so many times that i think it’s a lost cause now LOL 

OK YEA ANYWAYS if u ...wanna follow me there??? go ahead yeysyye

[akachaan]

most people came from my xiao fics/the xiangling drowning post so i’mjust gonna say i make like 3 banger posts a year and the rest is just me simping so please don’t have high expectations HDJDHDJX

[akachaan]

i was not lying when i said this it’s literally been a Year

[akachaan]

HOLY FRICK 44 FOLLOWERS?¥!{¥ thank u all sm!! i promise ill do an event, maybe at 50 followers or just do one for 45 cause im impatient and im sure u guys would want a cool event thing as well :]] 

also im so sorry for the inactivity,, ive been super busy lately ; ; im working on my request rules so i can open requests for u guys as all ^o^

[akachaan]

the golden-winged king [xiao]

genre: angst

warnings: death, blood

notes: pls im so proud of this writing BYE

The gentle chirps of birds graced Xiao’s ears. He recognized this as a melody of nature, the sunlight cascading a loving warmth onto his pale skin. Lush and rich grass blew in the breeze, one of the few somethings that Xiao actually appreciated from the Wind Archon. He chuckled breathlessly, a feeling of lighthearted mischief settling upon him. Xiao imagined how Venti would pout and scold him for his unbearably disrespect remarks, as he liked to call them. The grass entwined itself into his gloved hand like a silky ribbon. The light, fluffy clouds passed by, drifting away like dandelion seeds floating in the winds.

Xiao’s legs began to ache— the reason unknown —so he’d sat himself down, assuming he’d been basking in the beauty of the flower field for much too long. Ah, flowers. He’d almost forgotten just how intricately designed they were. Well, as a Guardian Yaksha, there’s only so much you can stop and admire. What were the names of these? The petals were pale blue from the bottom fading into a remarkable teal color, four pastel purple strands sprawling out from the top.

Glaze lilies, he recalled. These flowers only bloom once sung to, yes? He remembers this from a certain... human. He smiles fondly at the thought of them. “Xiao, Xiao!” A familiar and soft voice called. Speak of the devil.

Xiao turned to them, and his breath was caught in his throat. It’s like time slowed down, just for them. Just for him. He took a deep breath, his eyes softening, showing vulnerability he’d been hiding for a millennia. Your shining, soft locks framed your face, [c] eyes shining with love and purity. Xiao had seen skies like an ethereal dream, twinkling like sparklers trapped in the deep cerulean sky... But none of those galaxies and any to come would even compare to your radiant image. You were an angel sent from heaven, one to remind him what life can truly bring upon humanity; people like you.

You were like his little secret of sorts. Not a secret of the world. Anyone could meet or find [Name]. He knew anyone could come and sweep you away from him— though he doesn’t enjoy thinking of such ideas —he knew. It could happen. But, he also knew, and he trusted that you wouldn’t truly leave him, after all they’ve been through. He knew that you confined in him just as he did you, he felt like he was finally certain in his eternity of suffering and emptiness. Days that went by where he felt as if he were just existing. He was not living, he never was. Xiao was simply a guardian, assigned to protect Liyue until he drops dead from exhaustion. He was existing as The Guardian Yaksha, Conquerer of Demons.

But with you, he was not any of those. He was not just existing, watching over a nation til his last breath. Your presence alone made him feel warm. Him feeling was already an achievement in itself, after all these years as standing on the sidelines, secluded; no matter how close to Liyue he physically was, he felt so different and disconnected from his people. He’d only be remembered as tale to be told. The way that you made him feel. Not only have you made him feel, you’ve made him feel warm. A ‘warmth’ that he wishes to bask in for the rest of his existence. Warmth. Xiao knew this wasn’t the word to describe how he truly felt. By definition, yes, Xiao admits, albeit hesitantly. But he couldn’t help but feel it was so much deeper than that. You made him feel a warmth that burned his insides. The feeling had words caught in his throat, he often struggled to form a single coherent sentence when you eyes twinkled with a joy he can’t quite grasp. It made him stutter, the way you looked so blissed and euphoric in his company. He loved it. He loved how the butterflies in his stomach never seized, fluttering and flying with each second. His heart raced like a tiger running after its prey, running at miles per minute. He felt so human. So alive. So loved, and he’s finally experienced what it’s like to love. He never wanted it to end.

You laid yourself onto the luxuriant meadow of nature, the blades of green tickling at your cheek. The sun caressed your skin like a mother would her child, giving you an angelic-like glow. Your eyes had drew closed as you listened to what was around you. Distant animals chirping and buzzing filled your ears along with the synchronized breathing of you and the boy next to you. You smiled, your heart thumping against your chest as savored the peace of this moment.

Xiao turned his head to admire the gift the Archons had given him. He saw how amicable this whole ordeal was and how much you were enjoying it. It wasn’t everyday the two of you had the time to lay down and appreciate each other and what the Earth truly had to offer, though I’m sure that’s been made clear. The soft whisper of his name felt like a melody being sang to him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Another sweet murmur of his name was called. And another. And another. Xiao grew worried. With every purr of his name, he could hear desperation and panic in your tone. That alone had him sick to his stomach. He sat up, his eyes now greeted with an all-too-familiar setting.

The sky was dark with stormy clouds, rain thundering heavily onto the bloodstained ground. The air was no longer crisp and clean but instead reeked of the metallic scent of blood and sweat. He could almost taste the blood on his lips. Xiao looked at his hands, dirtied and course with dried ichor. What was once his peaceful escape of serendipity was now a horrid sight of what he used to be. The murderous machine of what he promised himself to cast away since The Archon War. Screams of retreat, pain, defeat and victory mixed in his head, which was now throbbing from the sudden change in scenery. Why was he here?

More importantly, where were you?

“Xiao... Thank god you’re alive.” Your broken voice chuckled, growing dryer in the passing seconds. His head snapped to you, who was laying on the floor, absolutely beaten up. His heart ached at the sight, and he reached to gently cup your face, as if one wrong move could completely shatter you. You gasped for air before continuing, “I knew you would survive. There’s,” You paused to cough harshly, your body crumbling as the cough was let out, “no way the Xiao I know would loose to anyone.” He pulled you closer to his lap, panic and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew there was nothing he could do. But he still tried. He still tried to grasp onto what little hope he had left; it was all happening too quickly.

“Hang on. I’ve got you, okay?” He choked out after the initial shock. The time you have left and the time he would be able to get you proper medical attention were so obviously not in his favor. He picked you up, carrying you on his back. And he just ran. His legs moved like he was going to die if he didn’t hurry. Quite frankly, he would most definitely die emotionally. Xiao couldn’t loose you. Not now, not ever. He wanted to live with you until your died of old age, peacefully where you could’ve smiled on your deathbed. He remembers how you used to get mad at him for carrying you like this. The way your cheeks heated up and you buried your face into his neck always got a goofy smile on his face. But now, you were clinging onto his back as best you could— though it was a loose grip, you used what energy you had left in you to let him know you were still there with him.

But soon, too soon, you wouldn’t be, and you both knew it. “Xiao,” you called weakly.

“I said hang on. I’ll get you medical help soon. Please, keep your eyes open. You still have time.”

“Xiao...”

“You can’t leave me like this. I swore to hold you and protect you and love you for the rest of my life. Out of the many promise I’ve broken I can’t... I can’t break this one.”

“Xiao, listen...” The utter amount of suffering in your voice tore him apart more than the searing pains in his limbs. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it in time no matter how fast he ran. So he obliged to your request and set you in his lap once again. He stared at your face, covered in dirt and scars. Yet you still looked at beautiful as ever.

“Please. Don’t go. I won’t know what to do without you.”

“I’m always here with you even if...” You trailed off, both from the lack of oxygen you had and the discomfort of finishing your own sentence. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, as you saw Xiao in such a vulnerable and tormented state. “Xiao...”

He caressed your face like a mother would her child. The sting of his heart drowned any physical injuries he had. Nothing would hurt more than the thought of losing you. The grass scratched at your cheek, and you winced at the feeling. Xiao tucked a hair strand behind your ear. As he leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

“Xiao... You are and forever will be my Golden-Winged King.”

And that was when the tears spilled. Your body went cold and limp in his own very hands, your eyes that shone with love and purity where now dark and lifeless. The smile that lit up his world was gone; replaced with a face of sorrow eternally etched onto your features. Xiao wondered. Death was a pitiful punishment, yet somehow so enchanting. You still looked as heavenly as ever. It was only then the pain of truly losing you settled in. You were never going to grace his ears with your melodic voice. You were never going to grace his eyes with your smile. You were never going to grace his senses with your adoring hugs.

You were never to grace his life again.

The Golden-Winged King had a fall from grace, just as you did in his own very arms.

[akachaan]

Klee: [staring at the ceiling]

Jean: What are you doing, Klee?

Klee: Listening to my conscience.

Jean: Oh, what’s it saying?

Klee: I don’t know, it’s speaking Spanish.

[akachaan]

artists hear me out.. xiao in a white buttonup shirt with his sleeves up …

[kumiaku]

I will get to that

[kumiaku]

Ok so hear me out its shit but its serves its purpose as a place holder.

No thoughts just xiao.

[akachaan]

KSHDJDHJSJnjshd???????????he. He . JUST HE

[akachaan]

artists hear me out.. xiao in a white buttonup shirt with his sleeves up ...

[akachaan]

please come back [childe]

genre: angst

warnings: major character death, blood, just pain

notes: i’m sorry to whoever reads this its kind of confusing but i haven’t posted in ages ... 

He knew how you stood no chance in fighting him. How you couldn’t defend yourself, and how it all ended too quickly. He was in a state of panic and stress. Fatui duties were no joke, and you threatening to expose of his dirty secret to his family set him off. He had a second of hesitation. 

’should I really do this?’ and he hated himself for it. he had a moment to think this all through. and it could’ve ended differently if he just took one more second of thought. you wouldn’t be dead. Treucer would still have someone to play with. the family wouldn’t be worried sick about you. 

Childe remembers exactly how it all played out. Arrows stuck out of your body and blood dripped from every inch of your delicate skin. Your eyes that were filled with love were now cold and empty as life slowly was drifting out of your grasp. His hand gently cupped your cheek, afraid you’d break if he applied any more pressure. not like he could break you any more than he already had. You’re on the brink of death already, what more could he possible do? 

 Despite the clear, sunny day, Childe felt like there was a storm in his mind and heart. Raging emotions crashing against each other, he felt like he would loose his sanity right then and there. 

And he did. 

He killed you and for what reason? He couldn’t bare the fact the blood on his sleeves were your own. And to think he promised to protect you. To think he would be the one to hold you for the rest of your life. He wanted to wake up. Wake up, his mind screamed. But he knew this was no dream of his. Apologies tumbled out of his mouth like a malfunctioning copy machine. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please come back. Please. Please. 

 Pleads of pain echoed through the field of lush grass, a small patch dark with crimson red blood. Your blood. It made him dizzy. Everything made him dizzy. He couldn’t think. Not like this. 

 “I’m sorry. Please come back.”

[akachaan]

12:37 AM [childe]

you awoke with a start from a nightmare, Childe sleeping peacefully beside you. not long after, he stirs awake upon hearing the quiet sniffles from yourself, and by the time he realizes, he’s wide awake. without a word, he pulled you to his chest, stroking your hair lovingly. he whispers, as to not disturb the comforting silence save for your occasional sobs, “dear? why are you crying? was it a dream? please, tell me about it. i’m here to listen.”

as you explain, he lets you cry out your stress and fear, before standing up to get you water. “i’ll be as quick as possible okay? you’ll be alright, it’ll only be a few seconds.” reluctantly, you let him go, and just as promised, he comes back in mere seconds with a glass of water in hand.

you had set the glass on the bedside table after downing the liquid inside it. he opened his arms and let you sit there once more, your face being buried in his chest. the two of your spend the rest of the night cuddling and telling each other bad jokes, as the gentle wind blows outside like a calming melody.

[akachaan]

most people came from my xiao fics/the xiangling drowning post so i’mjust gonna say i make like 3 banger posts a year and the rest is just me simping so please don’t have high expectations HDJDHDJX

[akachaan]

MASTERLIST

hi! welcome to my masterlist. off topic posts will be tagged with #rei talks, and asks will be tagged with #rei asks! i apologize if this is messy, i have no clue if i’m doing this whole tumblr thing right hh

One Shots:

fluff | lantern [xiao]

fluff | calling to his name [xiao]

angst | the golden-winged king [xiao]

angst | please come back [childe]

Fluff Alphabet:

none

Headcanons:

none

Timestamps:

12:37 AM — childe 

Incorrect Quotes:

platonic | kaeya + diluc : look at this rock

platonic | razor, xiangling, xingqiu + chongyun : waterproof

platonic with romantic connotations | childe + zhongli : birthday

platonic | jean + klee : conscience

[akachaan]

calling to his name [xiao]

genre: fluff

warnings: none

notes: can’t believ i even forgot to put the title of this... ANYWAY. mor xiao!!!!!!! i promise i’ll start writing for others too !! there might be typos since i haven’t edited this one yet ;;

you call out to xiao’s name, pleading for help. the pure desperation in your voice puts xiao into a panic. he’s summon to your side, spear out and ready as he scans the area for the danger. 

 yet he only finds you. in your kitchen. at your house. 

what? 

 “XIAOO!! i just baked a new cake, i want you to try it!!” though at first he was annoyed, he couldn’t help but soften up when he saw your goofy smile. he let out an exasperated sigh, sitting himself at the dining table. boy did he want to give you the lecture of a lifetime... but how excited you looked when he was chewing the cake, anticipating his answer to the way your eyes lit up when he gave an approving nod made him swallow his words— along with the cake; it actually tasted pretty good! —he gave a smile, getting up walking closer to you. he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a forehead kiss. 

“the cake tasted great.”

[akachaan]

lanterns [xiao]

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: there might b a part 2 !! i hope u like this lil writing i did <3

Xiao used to think of humans as selfish and greedy. he hated how their values were all the wrong things. money this, money that. beauty this, beauty that. Xiao wanted nothing to do with the human race, yet here he was, holding on ever so gently to your hand. his heart flutters, and his face flushes. he feels human, and he forgets about everything at that exact moment. it’s like time froze, and it was only you and him. the lanterns drifted brightly into the starry night sky.

you pointed at a lantern, “hey, that one reminds me of you!” Xiao followed to where you were pointing and frowned.

“that one’s not even lit.” you smacked his bicep, “not that one, blind boy! look up!” Xiao chuckled at your playfulness, and once again following to where you were pointing. “it’s like you because... it’s far away from everyone. so far away that hardly anyone would notice,” xiao almost got offended by that, until you continued, “but it burns the brightest. so warm and like a ray of sunshine, if you can get to it. it’s the most beautiful, out of any lantern here.”

“is this what our relationship has come to? you comparing me to lanterns?” he smiled at you, pulling you closer. “since you don’t want to take the compliment, yeah, it is.”

you two sat like that for hours, until the last lantern was gone from sight.

[akachaan]

Childe: [handing Zhongli his 24th birthday card] Zhongli, with tears in his eyes: you know, one would’ve been enough

[akachaan]

Razor: Xiangling is in the lake and I don’t think she’s waterproof 

Chongyun: what

Xingqiu: I think he means that Xiangling is drowning

Chongyun: oh okay

Chongyun: 

Chongyun: 

Chongyun:

Chongyun: wait whAT

[akachaan]

Kaeya: look at this rock

Kaeya: Diluc gave it to me

Diluc: I threw it at you

Kaeya: he’s so sweet