HUNTER WITH THE BISEXUAL FLAG PATCH ON HIS BATTLE JACKET

It takes Xiao a little while to get used to kissing you.

You take the lead with your first kiss, though it's him who brings it up first- years of watching couples smiling within each other's breaths during the lantern rite, leaning in till their faces were flush, murming 'I love you's against each other's skin....it left Xiao with a burning curiosity he'd thought humiliating, but you always encouraged him to ask for what he wants, your voice sweet and promising nothing but acceptance.

And what he wants is to try, with you. Just to see what it'd feel like.

He's stiff and quiet up until you press your plush lips against his own, feather-light and tender, and even then he barely moves (his traitorous heart thump-thump-thumps against his rib-cage so loud he's afraid you can hear it), eyes open and staring straight at you.

You move your mouth over his bottom lip, then to the corners, ghosting over his skin. Your eyes flutter open when there's no response, and you smile at the state he's in, amused.

"Did you keep your eyes open the whole time?" You laugh, huffing hot air across Xiao's face before pulling back (his body almost follows yours, pulled into your orbit)- "You're supposed to close them, silly. The angle isn't really flattering when it's so up-close."

His cheeks flush, and he turns his face away, muttering about all the stupid rules mortals make up out of thin air, all the pointless steps to courting rituals, how could anyone care to remember it all? And-

You leave another quick peck at the outer-corner of his lips, just for the sake of indulgence. The fact it makes him flounder and try to compose himself is a nice bonus, though.

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You thought that was it. While you'd been a catalyst for change in Xiao, it wasn't like you (or anyone, for that matter) could force him to do something he didn't like. He would try anything once with you, and if he deemed it unpleasant, it'd be only once.

You'd written off the whole kissing thing as unpleasant and went about your days. You could feel his affection thrumming in the million other things he did for you, and that was enough.

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"The merchant over by the docks- you remember him, right?- he raised the price of golden koi again! At this rate, it'd be cheaper for me to rent a boat and fish for them...myself..."

You're ranting about your day when you notice it. Xiao's faraway look, his eyes hazy, gaze trained on your lips while you speak, admiring the way your mouth forms around the words.

He looks thoughtful. Hesitant, maybe.

You go silent in the middle of your spiel, and he barely notices. Odd, considering he's normally so attentive he catches onto things you don't even remember saying. He just keeps watching your lips, pupils blowing wide when your tongue reaches out to wet them.

He gulps, and your eyes are drawn to the movement. His hands twitch and clench by his sides, a mere moment of hesitation before he reaches out.

You might've leaned in unconsciously, driven by the longing reflected in his eyes, or it could've been him finally working up the courage- all that mattered was that his mouth was melding against yours and oh- it's so much better with him kissing you back.

His lips are soft, gentle, barely pressing into you after the first contact. He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, his clenched fists simply laying against the sides of your waist, hovering.

It's him who pulls away first- slow at first, like he can't bear parting from you- straightening back into his seat. You take a sharp breath in, fingers ghosting over your tingling lips. Xiao's in no better shape than you, but he always recovers faster.

"Why didn't you haggle with him, then? You're certainly not beneath it."

Now it's you who's floundering to get the conversation back on track, Xiao chuckling quietly at you all the while.

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Once becomes twice, thrice, four and five and an endless amount of times. Xiao grows more comfortable with every kiss shared, and with it more insistent, more bold. He's obsessed, quite frankly.

He presses his lips to yours for every greeting, sometimes a quick chaste peck, usually more long-winded and hot, his hands tracing a familiar path over your waist, your hips, your back, folding his love into every corner of you.

Your muffled moans only spur him on, now that he understands it means you're pleased, and that he's making you feel good.

You're forced to push at his shoulders eventually, lest you both lose track of time. You find it hard to scold him when he looks so- so beautiful, breaths heavy and lips pink and swollen, looking at you with so much desire it nearly knocks you over.

He always steals one or two or three more before relenting, and you always let him.

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(When it all gets too much, his thoughts plagued with memories, tainted with spirits, you'll swipe his hair behind his ear and brush your lips over his face, his cheeks cradled in your palm.

You can't save him, not from this, but the least you can do is soothe his mind in whatever way you can.)

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The first time he bites hard enough for your lips to part, his tongue edging past and into your mouth, hot and wet and sweet, you yelp. He pulls away, wipes the spit connecting the both of you (holy shit, that's hot, you think distantly), concern pulling his brows together.

"What's wrong? Did I- did I hurt you?" Embarrassment coils alongside the heat in your gut, the fire only burning brighter when his hand settles across your jaw, thumb pressing into your bottom lip to check for injury. You think you might burn up if he keeps petting over it like that.

"Nonono, its nothing like that-" his shoulders drop in relief- "I was just....surprised, is all. Where did you even learn that?"

Xiao's thumb continues its ministrations over your lip, dipping ever so slightly into your mouth before inching back out. It's reassuring to him, probably, but all it does is send a shiver down your spine and make you heavily regret interrupting whatever had been about to happen.

"There's....many bookshelfs, back at Wangshu Inn. They have a section dedicated to human romance." He murmurs, and though he'd sound stoic to anyone else, you can tell he's sheepish, "I'd never given them any thought before, but...."

You picture Xiao checking the corridor for passerbys (as if anyone but you would dare disturb him), flipping open the pages of some corny romcom, fumbling through every passage for something that'd help him get this right for you. The thought is so laughably endearing and just so Xiao that it sends a flurry of love straight to your heart.

You're desperate when you throw your body against his, and whatever sound he'd made in surprise is lost into your mouth. His toned arms wind around you, catching you easily, fitting you against his chest perfectly.

This time when his tongue finds itself between your lips, you give into it, making those pleasured little noises you know he likes so much. He tilts his head into yours, pressing deeper, his fingers tugging at your top like the piece of fabric offends him.

It's hot and messy and inexperienced, the way Xiao makes out with you, and you find your mind growing more fuzzy by the minute, his passion leaving you breathless. He kisses you like he's starved for it, feasting on you till you've got nothing left to give.

You don't know when it'd happened, but his knee is between your thighs, now, and it grinds up. You whine, and the groan he lets out reverberates through your head, sends heat flashing down your spine.

You have to pull away to breathe, heaving, letting your head fall to his shoulder for a second so he can't reach your lips. Your whole body is buzzing alight with need, so your laugh comes out strained, "did you learn that from the book, too?"

He doesn't reply, clucking his tongue in annoyance. Instead, his hands grasp your chin, pulling your face upwards so he can dive in and ruin you all over again.

al-haitham getting an oscar for his performance

HE WAS SO FUNNY FOR THIS

Loid Forger taking a moment

He's father of the decade.

#number one anime dad

The Way of the Househusband

PAIRING: Jane x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: After a long day at work, it feels nice to have someone to come home to.

She huffed, grabbing her belongings, and leaving Pubsec. Jane got into her car, sitting back for a moment. Her phone rang, signaling it was time to go home. She picked it up, looking at the contact name. “Always right on time,”—She answered it—“Hey honey, have a good day today?” She asked.

“Of course. I was calling to ask if you could pick up some paprika for the chicken?” (Y/N) asked her. Jane loved the sound of his voice, blushing ever so slightly. She finished talking with him and hung up.

She drove to the nearest grocery store, looking at the spice rack. While pursuing the spices a child ran by her, tears in his eyes, as he grabbed for his mother’s hand. “I told you to be careful about running around.” She said, putting a bandage on the scrapped knee and kissing it.

Jane watched from the corner of her eye. “So sweet.” She thought. “A family to care for…,” she mumbled under her breath. Snapping out of it, she purchased the paprika and drove home.

Finally back, she walked in, kicked off her shoes, and flopped on the couch. Footsteps approached her exhausted figure. “Rough day?” (Y/N) asked, petting her ears.

She smiled, leaning into his touch. “No day is ever too rough for me. I just…want to be myself for a bit.” She gently grinded her front teeth as (Y/N) held her in his arms. He picked up the grocery bag and walked back to the kitchen.

“I love you most when you’re you.”

While he was cooking, Jane took a shower and got dressed; putting on her lazy clothes and wearing her glasses. Before leaving their shared room, she opened her jewelry box and put on her ring; her second most prized possession. The man who gave it to her? Her first.

Walking back downstairs, she went into the kitchen and rapped her tail around her husband. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked with a chuckle.

“For being the one I can come home to.”

- Fin

hi!! may i request xiao with a s/o who always cooks for him (but xiao always acts like he doesn't like it but he secretly does) ty!

~A war between Food and love~

Characters: Xiao x Gn!reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff ♡•♡

to be honest he actually finds it adorable cute even! But he really needs to not act "weak" in front of his S/O so they don't become a target to monsters or even if the fatui! he really doesn't mean to hurt your feelings!! :( so imagine this scenario!!

you just finished making dinner at you and xiao shared home and this was your fifth attempt to get your boyfriend to at least try some of your cooking!

"Xiao~ I cooked dinner today! please come home i made too much for myself so why don't you come and eat with me♡"

"you called?"

"wha-WAIT XIAO?!!"

you jolted in surprise of him coming behind you but just to taste your food!! normally you make him food at your work place Wangshu Inn and he mostly restrains himself from large crowds and social interactions

"so you wanted me...to eat with you..?"

"Yes my love! i-if you don't mind of course..."

your eyes went down in embarrassment as you actually never actually expected him to come until he lifted your chin up to look into his golden eyes to give you a truly loving kiss from a man like him..his lips tasted like honey and...almond tofu♡

"shall we go eat now? I don't have much time you know cutie~?"

"y-yes honeybun..♡"

you took your boyfriends hand as he guides you to the dinner table ♡

ty for reading >♡< Follow for more fics!!

HUNTER WITH THE BISEXUAL FLAG PATCH ON HIS BATTLE JACKET

Edit: Better-quality images make it even clearer what it’s intended to be!

— made for loving you —

things you do that make them fall deeper in love with you!

pairings: kazuha x gn! reader, cyno x gn! reader, xiao x gn! reader, abyss prince! aether x gn! reader, albedo x gn! reader, tighnari x gn! reader, scaramouche x gn! reader.

genre: fluff, absolute fluff

warnings: not proof-read

“i’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but i want ‘em all”

— taylor swift, lover

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA — THE WANDERING SAMURAI

when you ask him about his poetry and his adventures. kazuha’s heart warms at the sight of your bright and hopeful eyes and at the way you give him your undivided attention. be it sitting under the shade of scarlet leaved trees or in the privacy of your home, the way you always play with his fingers as his gentle voice weaves flowers or narrates thrilling journeys never fails to make his heart skip some beats.

CYNO — GENERAL MAHAMATRA

when you defeat enemies and when you laugh at his jokes or follow his explanation of it intently. cyno thinks it’s so attractive of you taking on those criminals and making them confess, with only a swing of your weapon. and, when he goes on about his jokes and they make you laugh, genuinely laugh, the general’s gaze becomes wide eyed, his lips turning up into a subtle smile, in the same way yours curve up when he explains the meaning of the jokes you don’t quite understand.

XIAO — THE YAKSHA, GENERAL ALATUS

when you literally do anything for him or show him affection. xiao is not used to being taken care of in such tender ways as you do. when you simply hold his hand while you walk around wanghsu inn, when you cook almond tofu for him (and insist he lets you feed him), when you put qingxin flowers in his hair while you two rest under the golden canopies of ginkgo trees… if you pay attention, you can see the adeptus’ golden eyes hold endless tenderness and his cheeks catch a the prettiest shade of red.

AETHER — HIS ABYSSAL MAJESTY

your kindness, the light you radiate. in a world buried and surrounded in darkness and years of loss and anguish, you are his north star. aether doesn’t think he can put into words the warm sensation spreading through his chest when he comes back to you after any missions he has to attend. there is a nostalgic tenderness in the way your fingers comb through his locks of tainted gold and your arms wrap around his troubled frame, memories of long gone sunny days and the scent of fresh flowers surrounding the prince of the abyss.

ALBEDO — THE CHIEF ALCHEMIST

when you care for him and for klee. something as simple for you as bringing albedo snacks and reminding him to take breaks when he’s working for hours in his lab means the world to him. the cool headed alchemist can be seen blushing and smiling softly to himself. also, when you play with klee or take her fishing (and prevent her from blasting the whole lake) albedo’s thoughts wander to dreams of a family with you one day…

TIGHNARI — THE FOREST WATCHER

when you help him relax after a long day of work. similar to albedo, tighnari spends long hours collecting ingredients and preparing medicine, as well as making sure the forest is safe. so, coming back home to you and cuddling in your arms, while you pet his tail and ears with care, always manages to put him at ease. like albedo, tighnari’s heart fills with warmth when he sees how much you care for collei and how much she adores and admires you.

SCARAMOUCHE — KUNIKUZUSHI, THE WANDERER

your loyalty, when you stick to him, no matter the adversities. scaramouche has lost so many people he cherished, so it won’t be easy for him to let himself feel again. but when despite his cold and biting tone, you persevere, you keep being kind to him, because you see through his facade, the cage around his heart starts to melt. slowly, one bar at a time, but surely, not even himself can’t deny his appreciation for you. caressing the heart of the balladeer is no easy feat, so hold it dear and treasure it, treasure him, because kunikuzushi loves you, and even if the veil of his emotions is not transparent, you grasp the message.

hori says: since these were very short headcanons i felt i could include tighnari as well without writing him too ooc!

confessions (part two)

ft. kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, ayato, itto, & dainsleif.

with gender-neutral reader.

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

part one

it’s very obvious that there is something going on with KAZUHA. he seems more relaxed than he usually is, always seeming like he was in a daze. if anyone were to come up to him and strike a conversation, it was almost as though you were snapping him out of a daydream. there was always this tiny smile on his face, cheeks visibly pink. in his free time, kazuha’s writing heartfelt poems about you, every word he can’t say out loud written on paper. he later decides—this is the perfect way to confess to you. compiling all the poems he’s made into one pile and carefully tying string around the small pile of papers to keep it together, kazuha hopes that you could sense each feeling between the lines.

SCARAMOUCHE has never despised anyone so much in his life. he hated how you made him feel this way, like there were butterflies in his stomach or this awkward warmth in his chest that bloomed every time you were around. he hated how you made him feel vulnerable, like his walls were finally coming down and there was finally someone in his life he can open up to. he hated how you were just so perfect, with your stupidly perfect hair and stupidly perfect eyes. and don’t even get him started with your smile. scaramouche would rather die than admit his attraction towards you, but all of this longing he’d felt wasn’t about to go to waste. it was now or never, he tells himself. as he’s coming up to you, you can only ask yourself what seemed so urgent with the way he was walking in his stride, hands balled into fists, lips pursed in a thin line, and face red. quickly, he ushered you to the side, stammering through his confession: “y/n…i…i really, really like you. in a way that’s more than what we have right now. i really need you to tell me if you feel the same way.”

THOMA cannot wrap his head around the concept of feelings. what do you even do in this situation, he’d ask himself. it’s clear that he has something for you, because any time someone would mention your name, his face will immediately turn bright red and he’d start stuttering as he spoke. “what? y-y/n? what do you mean, haha…ha…” he confides in the kamisato siblings with these things, and they both tell him the same thing: why not write a letter of confession? so, he does, spending nearly the entire night trying to write The Perfect Letter. the next day, with his letter sealed in an envelope, thoma meets you under a large sakura tree, handing you the letter and praying to the archons that this’ll come out in his favor.

ITTO cannot keep feelings subtle even if his life depended on it. he’s very open with how he feels about you, and it’s pretty much heard around inazuma at this point. with how it’s basically become a known thing now, it eventually reached back to you, but you enjoyed seeing how oblivious itto can be. you would give him hints to show your interest, like making flirtatious comments or holding eye contact to the point where itto would start getting flustered and his gaze would falter. still, he had no clue and you were just waiting patiently for him, wanting to hear his feelings come out from his own mouth and not just from someone in inazuma who happened to hear. honestly, you couldn’t help but melt and laugh when he finally does, getting the entire arataki gang to individually hold up signs that formed a short sentence: | PLEASE | DATE | ME? | → | with itto standing by the arrow, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a special onikabuto he thought you’d especially like.

AYATO gets teased endlessly by his sister as he brought up how you made him feel a particular way that he didn’t quite understand. she still gives him sisterly advice, to just go for it and court you like how he’d been taught growing up. but, the first step to that was taking you out—and ayato didn’t know how to do that. no one has ever made him feel like this before, and he was afraid of messing up everything somehow. one way or another, he has to do it. he settles on doing it at night, with the moonlight casting over inazuma and when the ambience feels calmer, when it’s more quiet and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world. gingerly, ayato takes your hands into his, holding them as he looked down into your eyes, saying, “y/n…you make me feel things i’ve never felt before, and you’re so…special to me. if i may, i would really love to take you on a date.”

DAINSLEIF doesn’t waste his time dwelling and doubting his feelings: he’s certain with what he feels about you and he has to tell you, because life is so short and you can only do so many things before it’s over. and with years of wandering and feeling so alone, dain’s finally found someone that’s made him feel at home, like he can forget about every terrible thing that’s happened in his past. although he’s sure, he’s nervous when he’s actually standing in front of you, staring into your eyes where it’s unclear if you’re about to accept or deny his feelings. dain clears his head swallows back the anxiety. “y/n, you’re…amazing in every single way possible, and you’ve made me feel so alive and not completely lost in the world. i would love for you to be by my side, and i want to be able to call you mine.”

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