Genshin Impact Oneshots

Xingqiu 💀 Y/n (M4A)

Oh you think Xingqiu is the yandere? Haha, that's cute.

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"Calm"

          The sky was always so beautiful when stars dot the dome. Not only that, the moon was quite high in the black canvas, and it shone bright.
Well, it was the only time of the sky Y/n could enjoy.

            Pale was their skin, as if it had absorbed the moonlight, but with a little bit of rouge, no one seemed to notice that. Warm was their eyes, vibrantly glimmering, but the shine of their eyes was lacking. Their skin was cold, freezing even, and their nails were black. Some may say that Y/n L/n, the school's top student, was a creature of the night.

             And they indeed are, and with their cold smile and glaring eyes, people would have thought they were.
It was also one of the reasons why no one wanted to stay near them.

           The music room was empty, and the school was a little more desolate. Dainty fingers glided over the piano, fluttering over the keys like a butterfly.
Slowly, it became a piece.
"The French Library" of Franz Gordon, a piece to listen to under many books, many literature that provided the needs of human heart; be it the desire to feel the heart-wrenching cries of the Montague and Capulet family, or the heroism of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Ivory and ebony create a piece of gray, obscured with a cloud of deception. They silently played the piece, remembering just how it went. It lulled them to their desires and thoughts, but their hands continued to play.

The sound of mystery written in piano notes lingered where Xingqiu stood, the very library he consumed his time in. Despite having to go back to his home after borrowing another book, he decided that a quick peek wouldn't hurt.
He left the library to find the very music room. The keys echoed, and the coldness pf the night made him shiver. He continued forth to his journey to the music room.

He arrived in an older room, where the knob had long been rusted. The wood was mahogany, a quite beautiful color of wood. It looked a lot more ominous in the night, as if it was gray. Xingqiu gulped, and slowly opened the door that creaked. The music stops, and he found himself looking at the little-known student. The moon looked like an aureole from where they played, and it made them glow beautifully in the night. Their gray uniform, which was normal on all the students somehow looked befitting of the academic student. Their e/c eyes stared at the male, silently asking a question.

The male coughed for a moment, clearing his voice to excuse his dumbfounded seconds. "I apologize. I heard beauty in such an old piano, and mystery written in music sheets. I simply had to find whose hands gently glide over ivory and ebony keys."

"There is no need for fancy words. Everyone talks to me as if its the middle age." Xingqiu flinched at the sudden casual sentence. "Unless you are deeply surrounded by literature, then you can do whatever you want with formalities." The figure added as they continue on with their silent playing. They played a more uplifting song, like that of art being painted on a canvas. Franz Gordon's pieces has once again come to the picture. Xingqiu was left awkwardly standing. "Yeah... I guess I am a little too formal."

"You can stay if you'd like." His gold eyes widened in reply. "I am afraid to bother such music." Y/n looked at them with a small smile. "It's not like I'm keeping the music to myself. I don't mind an audience," replied the figure with a lighthearted chuckle.
"Then... please excuse me."

The keys continued to play in the dead of night. Teachers would still be lying and about, grading paperwork, but there are no faculty rooms in this part of the building. Just abandoned libraries and music clashing.

The male simply read his findings whilst his ears were stimulated with the soft piano. Edgar Allan Poe's literature felt a little more dark with the moonlight being his only light, and the piano bringing a mysterious ambience. He never noticed Y/n silently peer to see his read, and they smiled.

"Edgar Allan Poe. His poems, I loved to read." Just as Y/n commented, the music shifted to a more menacing tune. "And Black Cat is one of my favorite pieces."
Xingqiu looked back to his read, and he felt antsy the more he realized the ambience of the story became darker.
"I hope you enjoy your read..."

" I was answered by a voice from within the tomb! -- by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream,..."

The more Xingqiu immersed himself, the darker the piano sounded. He failed to notice that the piano had stopped playing until he had read the final words from the moon-struck narrator of the story, "I had walled the monster up within the tomb!"

Xingqiu looked back, finding the figure, and closed the book.
"I can see why you like The Black Cat. So many conflicts in the mind, and the insanity driven by death, however... Edgar Allan Poe creates literature about the dark side of literature," Xingqiu trails off.
"I wonder what is your reason for liking a story of derangement."

"Nowadays, we find pleasure in being romanced. The story of Romeo and Juliet is perceived as just that, but I'd like to lurk on the dark parts of literature," replied Y/n as they closed the piano, stretching their arms.

The male stood up, and bowed to them,
"You helped me make this experience a little more terrifying. It is interesting how music can amplify such emotions." Y/n could tell he still hasn't moved on.

"Yes. Music has a lot to contribute to your terrifying heart beat. Your blood must be surging quite fast, and the taste of adrenaline..." The literature-invested male looked back at the darkly-grinning Y/n. "You look quite stunned for someone looked calm for a few moments."

"You know, the calming sensations of a kiss on such delicate parts of the body is quite effective, and much so, the feedings of a vampire has the same sensations." Y/n could see the male squint.
"How would you know?"
Y/n neared the male, hands on their grasp. "Wouldn't you believe my eyes? They are windows of the soul after all."

Xingqiu did as told, and he felt hazed when he did. There was something about those beautiful eyes, the way the color suddenly becomes warmer, and warmer, and warmer.
"A creature of the night..." Stripping off the e/c iris was hidden lychnis hues. "...should know their body best."

Xingqiu stood, tranced as Y/n smiled innocently. Slowly, they unbutton his uniform, reaching his collar where small bites mark his skin. The vampire did as usual, kissing up and down, licking his skin, sucking the supple flesh, and almost moaning in delight. "Bon appetit." And their fangs sunk down. Xingqiu was silent, only panting as Y/n's hands travelled to feel his heating figure. The softly suck on the skin. It went on for a few moments, each time they sunk their teeth in, Xingqiu would grow more exhausted.

"A scent of silk flower, and blood so divine," Y/n mumbled after their fill, kissing the newly created mark. The male could only shiver, laying his weight fully on the h/c-haired figure. "There, there. You did so well, Xingqiu," Y/n giggledc patting his head.

"Some day, I'll be able to take you to my humble abode... You'll sleep in the most luxurious of beds, and eat the most scrumptious meal," Y/n smiled, as if they were living the dream.

"But for now..." Y/n lifted his chin, and their eyes bore to his own.

"Forget everything that has happened in this room. A fine excuse is to studying late for an exam, and the wounds on your neck, you shall refer a mosquito bites."

"Now, then. I love you so much, Xingqiu."
Their lips sealed, and Xingqiu's eyes closed.

When he woke up, he knew nothing, but another day at the school would be arriving.