Note: I feel like I need to bleach my hands and my eyes TRIGGER WARNING By the request of the Xiao yandere, there will be forced smuts Skip if you are uncomfortable with non-consensual smut ————————————————————
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"Neverending"
Y/n L/n. It wouldn't ring a thing to the yaksha of Wangshu Inn. That was until you describe them to him. Xiao's eyes would gaze at their figure, be it from above the balcony, or from Mt. Tiangheng, where the people looked more like ants than human. Their figure is very, very obvious to the man. Even from a few meters, he'd be able to notice them, be it buying fish, or crab.
But despite the many Liyuen people, Y/n was special.
There was something ethereal about the way they brought themselves, be it walking up the inn by the giant tree near Dihua marsh, or wandering with the mortals in the harbor. What caught Xiao off-guard was the sweet smile plastered on their face. It didn't look forced, nor did it look genuine; it was enough to capture a Yaksha's heart, but not fully. Of course, that was not all. Inside the nurturing facade lies a restless monster of piled up emotions, one that appears in the midst of battle. The weight of a great-sword, and the ferocity of anger— somehow it intrigues him, having been watching their every footstep, basking in the details of their dully-lit e/c eyes glowing in excitement.
Y/n was a mere mortal nonetheless. Their life, like many, many before them, would reach its end, but maybe he could change that.
Even if it was just a dream, he'd be able to hold them, touch them, and become animals with them.
Crunching steps in the grassy fields was the only sound Y/n can make. Their smile was that of exhaustion, as if a long day had just ended. Likewise, their movements were tiresome, as if they had walked more than ten miles. After having been walking around the Liyue Harbor in favor of Smiley Yanxiao, they were finally done with what they have to do. By the time they reached the inn, without a single thought, they plopped onto their bed, and slept soundly through the night.
Though their sleep was immaculate, their dream was... very strange. Their hands were tied, legs opened as they felt a creeping touch from their legs, to their thighs, and to their genitals. Everything felt like a first-person view, and what they were seeing was their room, and a red moon. A vivid moan escape their lips the more it was played like a fiddle. Then another touch caressed their face, tickling their neck slightly until it settles with the erected teat. There were growls on their right ear, as if someone was pleasuring them with primal desires laced, like that of a dog. "Mine," they chanted, pleasuring them until the dream was abruptly halted.
