— Made For Loving You —

I love yelan and shinobu im a simp already. I’ll ask for how they are when they have a crush on reader and how they would confess.

How they confess to you

characters: Yelan / Kuki Shinobu x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: There aren't too many things known about Shinobu's personality yet, so I'm sure once she actually releases we will be able to look back to this fic and say "kinda ooc, ngl", but until then I'll have to use my gut feeling.

This is, of course, my first time writing for either of these two characters, so I'm sorry if I'm making a few mistakes when it comes to their personalities, but I think it should be fine

Also, this is kinda long, at least for my standarts

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yelan

Yelan knew about you long before you had even met her, she had to make sure that the new hire at the Liyue Qixing didn’t have any ill intentions after all, but once the two of you finally met, you instantly got along with each other, her relaxed and easy going attitude a welcome change from the stress inducing one’s your bosses seemed to have around them all the time. While your friendly and open attitude, that made even strangers reveal small secrets to you from time to time, being too busy enjoying their drinks to care, coupled with your willingness to tell Yelan about them if asked, made hanging out with you both a nice way to procrastinate while getting enough information to technically be considered part of her job.

Even after the two of you had become, what you would consider, good friends, there were still a lot of things you knew she wouldn’t tell you about, most of them about her job. You had asked once about why exactly she needed information about a citizen of Liyue, assuming of course that her job required her to do so, she made it very clear that, since it was part of her job, she wouldn’t tell you. You completely understood, never asking about such things again, while simply enjoying spending time with her. But there were things you knew about her that most others, who even knew about the existence of a woman called “Yelan”, wouldn’t even dream about knowing.

You had finally managed to get a few days off, deciding that it would be a great opportunity to visit Yelan, and while her house laid well outside of the city, you eventually arrived in front of her door, knocking on it, only to have to wait much longer than you expected before it finally opened, revealing your friend giving you her usual smile.

“Well, what a surprising visit you decided to pay me”, she greeted you, the thought of how you had managed to surprise the usually so informed Yelan, making you smile, only for you to remember what an unhealthy sleep schedule she seemed to have whenever she didn’t necessarily have work to do.

“Did I awaken you from your sleep?”, you asked teasingly, only for her to shoot back immediately in a similar playful matter.

“That’s confidential, I could tell you, but sadly wouldn’t be allowed to keep you alive afterwards”, after shooting you another smile, she finally let you inside, and it wasn’t long before the two of you started playing a game of dice against each other. “I could use this chance to win a few Mora from you, but how about we spice it up a bit? The winner gets to ask the looser anything”, she offered, causing you to give her a look of suspicion. When she said “anything”, did she truly mean it? Probably not really, since you doubted that she would tell you anything about her work even if you won, not that you wanted to know anyway. But you decided not to voice your doubts, instead giving her a nod.

Well, it wasn’t like you even had to think about what to ask her, since no matter how much luck you seemed to have, Yelan would always top you, and while her questions started out standard, asking you about things like work, they grew more and more personal with each question.

“What’s your taste in women?”, she eventually asked with as straight of a face as ever, and while the last question had already seemed a bit too personal for your taste, this one made your heartbeat faster than usual whenever you thought about what would come next.

“Well, I don’t really have one… I’m not that picky, if they are entertaining to hang out with, I guess”, you answered truthfully, well not completely, since there was someone you had eyes for.

“Then what about me?”, she asked, topping all her previous questions while making your face as red as the Jueyun chillies she loved to eat.

“T-that’s more than one question”, you stuttered out, frantically trying to buy your brain enough time to figure out any reasons she might have said something like that, baring the obvious of course, since that was too good to be true.

“Of course, how silly of me”, she stated, only to immediately get the highest possible score, making it unnecessary for you to even try and beat it. “Well, what about me?”, she stated once more, leaning forwards before putting her head in her hands while resting her arms on the table.

After seeing you fail to form a coherent sentence more than once, she leaned back before speaking again. “Fine, let me a different question”, when you heard her words, you finally managed to calm your nerves down a bit, only for all your blood to shoot into your head once again immediately afterwards.

“I like you as more than just a friend, do you feel the same?”, before you even had the chance to think about it, your body immediately went into autopilot, nodding enthusiastically without delay, causing the woman in front of you to smile at you once again.

Kuki Shinobu

You had known Shinobu for a very long time, having been friends with her long before she and her family got on rather… difficult terms. But when she had gone to study in Liyue for a few years, the two of you lost contact, only for her to come back and become part of the Arataki-gang, something you couldn’t help but find odd. Sure, you hadn’t seen her for years, but her joining that group of rather unusual individuals, wasn’t something you had ever expected from her.

But when the two of you met again, you somewhat rekindled your old friendship. Sure, the two of you had changed a lot, and instead of wearing the shrine maiden clothes you had expected an adult Shinobu to wear, she had found a different way to dress, most notably wearing a mask to hide her face even though you had never thought that there was a need for her to do so, but at the core you were still the same people as back then.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but at some point in your friendship Shinobu had stopped acting entirely professional around you, acting far more friendly than before. It may have been far from the friendliness others, like maybe that Naganohara girl, seemed to offer, but still a big enough change for you to notice, not that you had anything against it, since you were just happy to have your old friend back. And while she still insisted on wearing her mask most of the time, she wouldn’t seem as embarrassed as the first time you accidentally caught her taking it off.

You had plucked a few lavender melons since you seemed to remember Shinobu having told you about how they tasted better when roasted and decided to pay her a visit to ask for a few tips, only to encounter what seemed to be the rest of the “Arataki-gang”, but without their name giving leader.

“Hey, I’m sorry to-”, you looked at what they were doing, only to find them stand around two beetles fighting each other, leaving you with more questions than answers, but decided to continue anyway “…interrupt you, but do you know where I can find Shinobu?”, you asked, causing all of them to immediately turn their heads around.

“You’re looking for Kuki Shinobu? Why? Do you need something from her?”, one of them immediately started questioning you, approaching you while making you feel as if you were in some sort of trouble, like you had broken an unspoken rule, but before you could continue, the man in front of you suddenly had a look of realisation on his face. “Oh, you’re her friend! The one she always spends time with after work”, he almost shouted, catching the attention of the rest, making them gather around you as well.

What followed was them bombarding you with one question after another, not leaving you any time to answer any of them, but seemingly not even minding. You had long lost the ability to even register any of their questions, since they would be interrupted in the middle of it, causing you to have to hear a completely new one, that was, until you heard a question that stood out.

“Are the two of you a couple? You must be, you always hang out with each other, and she even mentioned you a couple of times”, all other members fell silent, as all their gazes were focussed on you, awaiting your answer.

“She was talking about m-”, before you had the chance to finish your sentence, another voice rang out, this one clearly being Shinobu’s, but instead of sounding professional like usual, or relaxed like when you spent time together, this time it was filled with rage.

“You have ten seconds, whoever is in my line of sight once they are over won’t live to regret it”, in an instant, the mass of men around you were gone, all of them scattering into different directions, leaving you and Shinobu alone, she finally having calmed down somewhat. “I hate those idiots sometimes”, she stated bitterly before letting out a big sigh, her choice of words somewhat surprising you.

“They seemed… friendly”, you awkwardly stated, trying to make her forget what had just happened, but instead earning yourself a nervous stare from her, only to hear her sigh once more.

“You heard what they said, so I guess there’s no need to deny it. I like you, and I hope you do the same, do you want to go out with me?”, her confession caught you even more off-guard, leaving you frozen in place for a couple seconds before finally mustering enough working braincells together to answer.

“Sure, I feel the same”, you answered, only to find it to be an underwhelming reaction, searching for a way to continue. “Do you want to roast lavender melons together?”, you awkwardly asked while lifting the basked full of them that you held in your hand, earning yourself a small, rare chuckle from Shinobu.

“Of course”

He's father of the decade.

#number one anime dad

I CANNOT KINIKILIG NAKO QHAHAHAHH

"ikaw at ikaw means you," you softly tap his nose, "and you."

shoto's lips met the finger that answered his question. the chorus of a song repeated those unfamiliar tagalog words, and for the past week, it's the one stuck in your mind. there wasn't a day where he didn't hear the tune either from you humming or having it play on your phone.

today was a free day. cuddled up in your dorm, unoccupied by nothing but each other's company, he presumed this is the perfect time to cure his curiosity. perhaps shoto can understand and like it as well.

"what's with the repetition though?" he asks.

"hmm." you face him, intrigued with his interest. "guess."

"i don't know the rest of the words," he cautions, staring blankly, "... or what they mean."

to which you only respond stating— "that's the fun part."

for the next few minutes, your lover had his fair share of guesses. from chosen heroes or picking friends from a big group, his answers somehow made sense.

this seemed more difficult than any exam he had to answer. though the process was a lot more fun. especially as he sees your face light up when it sounds like he's about to get it right. when it goes far, the way you keep a chuckle and intend to hear his explanation has him going further to eventually make you laugh. it was a cycle he'd be willing to get stuck in for as long as time permits.

you gave him a clue which was the title of the song, but it may have made his answers go a longer distance.

"...so it's not about their dog?"

"no, Pasilyo is not a tagalog pet name, " you sheepishly answer, holding a grin. his eyes narrow, still confused but determined.

"but you know, maybe a kiss could get me to answer." you tease but it's a win-win, so how would he resist? he cups your face and nods, taking your offer seriously— catching you a bit off guard. he starts with peppering kisses on your face before eventually meeting your lips.

you pause in between, gazing adoringly as you sway a bit of his disheveled hair. "it's just a cliche love song, dummy."

he still doesn't understand most of the lyrics or the main context of the song. but one thing for sure, whatever he feels is probably close— shoto has heart that screams you, and only you.

୨୧ this is,,, vv self-indulgent hehe aLSO I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG TITLED PASILYO TOO MUCH HELP ME

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.

This is still to me one of the funniest chapters in the entire manga. Loid sees Yor looking a little bit sad and is immediately like

Are we not going to talk about this

soft loidyor doodles from this week 💖

more xiao scribbles ive been having fun with

brought to you by zhongli's beautiful spear kick, acquiring xiao, and wanting to draw cyno and raiden (who i also have) all at once

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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