"i'd Choose You."

sOB THIS- I WAnT I WANT THIS

how the genshin men rizz you up

premise: although you two have been dating for some time now, they never keep trying to charm you. what are ways your boyfriend keeps you on your toes?

WILL get into your favorite books/shows and try to copy your favorite characters

sometimes while you’re just chilling, he’ll walk into the room reading one of your books or having your favorite show playing on his phone. and because your tastes aren’t always shared, you’ll raise an eyebrow in question. “i thought you didn’t like it.” 

he doesn’t say anything, just merely shrugs at you and simply goes on with his day. and after that point, whenever you try to playfully glance over his shoulder, he flinches away. you’re confused, but don’t really say anything else. you trust him. if he didn’t want you to know, you’d respect that. 

you’d never expect two weeks later to be greeted with the sight of him with a fake rose in his mouth dressed as your favorite character you’d been gushing to him about for the past two months. you’re 100% sure he ordered his costume right off of amazon, with the way it barely fits him.

“why hello there,” he greets, still with the flower in-between his teeth. outstretched in his hand is a bag of your favorite candies. there’s something about his wig that makes this situation seem unreal. even if your favorite character shared the same hair color as him, he still puts on the wig, as if to really sell it to you.

you don’t even bother trying to stifle your laugh. if your carrying anything, you drop it immediately to bend down, cradling your stomach. “oh my god,” you say in-between chortles, wiping away a stray tear, “you are so cute.” 

he pouts. “is it not good?”

you can barely contain your smile. “it’s perfect.”

“but you’re laughing. you’re not supposed to do that. you’re supposed to get flustered and play along while i sweep you off your feet.” 

you tenderly take the candies out of his hands and put it on the table, placing his terribly-placed wig down along with it. running your hands through his hair, you kiss him softly. he’s quick to reciprocate, quietly moaning and cupping your jaw. he matches your pace, if not a little more eager. 

“don’t you worry, you do that already.” 

alhaitham, zhongli, gorou, tighnari, scaramouche, xiao, thoma, ayato, baizhu

bluntly expresses his feelings towards you

almost painfully so. 

“you look sexy in that hoodie.” 

“i know,” you reply monotonously. “i also know that we’re in a grocery store right now and there are children here.” 

he’s not always straightforward about his thoughts, but on days he’s feeling especially affectionate, the words slip right through. 

“listen, i just think the way you wear them is really cute. not anyone can pull it off, you know? but you do it so effortlessly. it makes your butt look super squeezable,” he comments, grinning when you give him a glare. “your face in general is just very hot. it’s just my type. i didn’t even know i had a type. i think i have a crush on you, honestly.” he leans his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “you always know how to make me feel like a nervous teenager all over again.” 

“that’s very sweet,” you say with a chaste kiss on his cheek, “but i don’t know if saying this in the middle of the self-checkout is appropriate.”

he huffs, scanning the fruits and vegetables. “it’s fine if the children hear that, though, right? it’ll teach them to be more expressive.”

“i guess that’s true,” you humor him, “still, i’d appreciate it if we could enjoy this moment where it’s quieter.”

he contemplates before nodding. “okay, if that’s what you want.” he fixes his posture. “anything for you.”

you smile. “thank you.” 

when you get home, he continues to shower you in compliments. as he takes the large haul of groceries out of the car, he rambles. like a puppy, he trails after you as you unlock the door to your shared house, letting him inside to put all of your groceries on the dining table. 

“i just don’t think i appreciate you enough,” he mutters. “whenever you get me coffee in the mornings, i never thank you, but you spoil me as if i did anyway. i know sometimes i get mad at you for disagreeing with me but later on i end up regretting it.” 

he takes out the eggs carefully as if they were his own children and puts them in the fridge. “you’re always looking at the pros and cons for me, even when i don’t want to hear them. i love you so, so, so, so much. i appreciate you and respect you. even when you sometimes don’t want to cuddle.” he laughs, taking the strawberries out of your hands to put them away.

“i love our relationship dynamic, did you know that? because i know that. we’re always making sure we don’t go crazy. like that one time you helped me calm down when i was having a bad day. i love how you and i always tackle our problems together, whether they’re shared out not. you never make me feel like a bad person, just in progress. and i love how you trust me enough to open up to me, i know it hasn’t been easy but i appreciate that you’re always trying. you make loving you seem like the only right answer.”

by the time he’s done talking, you’ve put everything away. he ends his talk with tranquil silence, gathering the empty grocery bags and setting them aside for later use.

this time, you’re actually flustered. “where did all that come from?”

he doesn’t always get like this. sometimes he’s a little quieter, sometimes he gives you a small “love you” and it’s all you need to know. 

he shrugs. “i don’t know. i just felt like you needed to know and i had to tell you right away.” 

he gives you a little kiss like it’s nothing and goes to turn on the tv, leaving you speechless. in your previous relationships, romantic or platonic, no one had really taken the time to acknowledge your efforts so directly. you’d spend hours if not days worrying if your affections were equally reciprocated (or at least appreciated). being so openly appreciated was a new feeling that left you feeling open and vulnerable, which you were beginning to learn wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling at all. 

thoma, childe, itto, gorou, heizou, kaeya, kaveh, venti 

writes love letters to you

he writes them everywhere. on post-it notes, on pieces of scratch paper, on the margins of your work notepad (although you’ve had to hide them at some point because they were starting to get outside of the margins and you still needed them to write in). 

in these little notes, he’ll write all sorts of different things. whether it’d be how much he loves you, about a particular moment you shared that he felt was precious (he’d write it in specific detail, as if it were an excerpt from a novel), or any miscellaneous thoughts he believed was important to convey (”you looked really cute in that dress that other day. i love how you looked so happy in it.”).

he writes things as he thinks them. sometimes you two will be watching a movie together and he’ll have an ‘aha’ moment, get up, and grab a piece of paper to write in.  

and then he’ll leave them everywhere. 

everywhere. you once found a note just as you were putting your clothes in the washer. (”oh, i must’ve left it there.”)

one day, you end up asking him why he writes them, even though sometimes they’re not even intended to be read by you.

“i heard that you remember things better when you write them down,” he started. “sometimes i’d get little thoughts of you and i thought it’d be a waste to forget them.”

you open your mouth to say something but he continues. 

“on anniversaries and stuff like that, i always end up forgetting what i want to say. i’ll get so nervous or in the moment my mind will go blank. i don’t like that. so i thought that if i wrote them down, it’d help me remember exactly how to put my feelings into words.” he turns to look at you and beams. “and if they also help remind you how much i love you, then i’d say it’s an added bonus.” 

alhaitham, diluc, cyno, kazuha, albedo, baizhu, zhongli, xiao

makings kissing a game

whoever gives the most kisses wins. of course, neither of you are keeping track, but that doesn’t stop him from planting a big kiss on your mouth in the middle of the movie and saying, “fifteen points!” 

and naturally, not one to lose, you take up the challenge. you plant two kisses. that is where it escalates to the point where you two are trying to kiss each other without being kissed. it ends up with a lot of strange head movement that results in a fit of giggles. 

he kisses you on the cheek when he hands you your coffee like it’s a habit. in early mornings, when the two of you are still waking up, he’ll whisper a soft “five points” with a raspy voice. when you lunge to get him back for it, he’ll dodge, rubbing his eyes and pointing a little finger at you. “haha missed me.” 

on days you have work, if you don’t give him his goodbye kiss he’ll catch you on the way out. he’ll follow you groggily, silently. mid-way with putting your shoes on he’ll plant his lips on yours. his hand comes up to cup your face, gently caressing the apple of your cheek. you’re expecting him to murmur some amount of points at that point. but instead, he smiles into the kiss and hums. “i love you,” he whispers, “have a good day.” 

you end up leaving with a racing heart. although you’re used to his antics, he never fails to remind you how swoonworthy a simple kiss goodbye can be. 

venti, childe, ayato, heizou, tighnari, kazuha, cyno, kaveh, thoma, kaeya

he’s clingy when he’s sleepy ft. childe, pantalone

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pantalone [regrator]

there was something distinct about early mornings that left him behaving differently than he normally did. it could have been the cold air, the intimate ambience, or how cozy it felt to lay in bed with you during these hours—whatever it might be, it allowed him to act shamelessly fussy and whiny in your presence.

you barely leave the bed early in the morning lately without him crabby about your absence, grumbling how freezing and lonely it was to not have you around to keep him warm and comfy. clearly, when you did so one day at the break of dawn to answer the ringing home telephone downstairs. he wasn’t pleased to roll over and reach out to hold your body, only to meet an empty space.

pantalone sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes, racking his brain for an idea on what was happening. he was initially convinced that you left the house to attend to an impromptu errand before he catches your voice speaking at an animate pace outside of your shared bedroom. who were you talking to at this hour? he was a tad bit disoriented, but he still chose to follow you.

staggering down, he sights you lounging on the living room couch with your back facing him as you chat on the telephone. it was evident that you remained clueless of him nearing you since you carry on idly twirling the cord around your pointer finger. when he stood close enough, he taps your shoulder to capture your attention and it causes you to flinch at the abrupt contact then settle down after you spot him.

not another word needed to be said for you to stand up and offer him enough space to sit down and allow you to nestle on his lap sideways. he then circles your torso and tugs you closer against his body and rests his chin on your shoulder. he draws close enough for you to feel his breath by the skin of your neck.

“who’s that?” pantalone whispers while the other person on the other line proceeds to talk your ear off. you lay a hand on too of his, eagerly patting it as you inform him which one of your friends called and the reason for the random ring. he didn’t give much attention, too focused on interlocking your fingers and holding your smaller hand in his.

his silence concerned you. rather than offer you a legitimate reply, he merely hums at the end of every word you said. you try to not think anything of it, brushing it off as him still recouping from recently waking up. you tell him it was okay and gesture him to return to bed but it didn’t work.

of course it wouldn’t.

he was adamant about staying by your side. it was the main reason why he followed you in the first place. he didn’t want to be in bed alone.

“it’s alright, little one. i don’t mind waiting…” he whispers, “i love listening to your voice—it’s soothing.”

you spent the following minutes in his lap, snuggled against his body as your boyfriend struggles between dozing off and staying awake. he practically rejoiced when it ended. he scoops you up in his arms, and carries you back to the room with a satisfied grin. after he lays you down on the mattress, he draws close and holds your body in an embrace.

before you both drift to sleep, you hear him utter in your ear, “sleep well, my love.”

childe [tartaglia]

childe being your boyfriend meant you were overly intimate with each other; you were joined at the hip, like two peas in a pod, as close as the bark to a tree, and among many other to emphasize the point. in short, you were inseparable. your relationship was close figuratively and physically.

your mutual friends couldn’t recall a time nor day where you were seen apart. perhaps the hours you were separated was during work, but other than that? nothing. if anyone needed to look for childe, they just had to find you and vice versa.

it worsens in the morning.

your boyfriend couldn’t tally another reason aside from your your body and the warmth it provided made it difficult to leave the bed and get ready for the day ahead. you couldn’t take a hot shower or prepare breakfast without him putting up a struggle, or stopping you altogether. he would cling on you like second-skin, refusing to let go no matter what.

and today was another one of those days.

your boyfriend lies under the covers with you, his arms were circled around your stomach and his face rests on your bare chest. hours must’ve passed with you two in this position because your leg was starting to cramp thanks to staying in the same pose. you try to stir him awake, however, all it had done was elicit a deep grumble and tighten his hold on your figure.

“so warm…” childe incoherently murmurs, “don’t wan’ to let go…” nuzzling up closer than he previously did. at this point, you were a glorified teddy bear. someone would have to pry you out of his hands for him to release you.

your face turns incredibly flush at how soft he was acting. in spite of dating him for a significant amount of time, he continues to fluster you until your cheeks turned bright pink and bashful. you attempt to pull away to collect yourself but he had other plans, refusing to let go regardless of his state.

“no!” he whines, “don’t hide your face away from me! let me see that shy smile of yours,” as his lips slowly trail up to your neck and his hand on top of your stomach where he lazily drew shapes on your skin. “how long have you been up?” he yawns.

“maybe, like, five minutes before you did?” you answer, and he dazedly nods. you weren’t sure if he was listening to you, he looked like he was in a trance.

you felt a tad guilty for pushing him away, although the idea and feeling soon disappears from your mind after he placed a chaste peck behind your ear. it didn’t take too long for you to relax in his arms.

“can’t we stay in? i’m too tired to do anything today.” childe adjusts his position to rest on his side with an arm propped up. he looks at you, wide and doe-eyed begging you to agree without any complaints. it was difficult to resist when he was staring at you this way.

unable to find the right words to speak, you settle on rolling your eyes then nodding at him—all playfully, of course. now falling back into the softness of the sheets, his arms extend to you, and your legs thrown over his, he mumbles a gentle, “i love you,” before going back to sleep.

prompt: cooking with them + "show me where it hurts."

STARRING. cyno

requested by: @1eaf-me-alone | MODERN AU | warnings: cuts, blood, written before cyno and sumeru's release

NOTE. thank u for the request, raine!! lovesick cyno is the best cyno also yes i am on hiatus but whenever i say that i am i usually write right after

cyno considers himself an adequate cook.

as in, if he's left alone, he can survive off of a few banger instant noodle recipes and combinations. however, that's only a few, and cyno isn't keen on testing his luck.

but he supposes this is nice.

this, as in, being with you. he supposes that sharing his slightly-cramped kitchen feels better than having it all to himself, and he also supposes that the view of your furrowed eyebrows and concentrated eyes look especially... comfortable?

it just feels right. it feels right when the sound of knives hitting chopping boards resound through the apartment, it feels right when a comfortable silence envelopes the two of you because oh, words aren't necessary when it is just the two of you.

cyno likes this. he likes being with you, he likes basking in your presence and in the present because this, this could be his future, too.

archon, how he hopes it is his future.

his breath hitches when he hears you hiss, and all of a sudden, cyno's facing you fully. vermilion eyes scrutinize your form as you hide your hand behind your back, a twitching smile taking over your lips.

"[name]," he says sternly. he doesn't even need to add anything else, because the way he declares your name—barely above a whisper—serenades the silence with a gentle question of, "what happened?"

you, however, know better than to tell cyno about your slight mistake. he's going to overreact, you think. as level-headed as he usually is, cyno is quick to worry whenever you're involved—it's a habit of his.

it's also your habit to downplay these situations, brushing them off with the slight excuse of, "nothing."

and then, cyno narrows his eyes. he takes a step closer, your waist now pressed against the kitchen counter as he glares at you chillingly. somehow, those warm irises ice over and make you wonder, has the arctic always been red?

"show me where it hurts," he states blandly. cyno is quick to deduct what happened—to him, it's obvious in the way you frown slightly and the way you cradle your hand behind your back.

the more he thinks about it, the more he worries. what if you're bleeding a lot? why aren't you showing it to him? so many thoughts whirl around his head as he tries to ease them because oh, you're hurt—you're hurt.

"it doesn't hurt—" you get cut off by his intimidating stare, your figure drooping before holding out your hand for him to examine. cyno lets out a sigh of relief once he sees your fingers properly.

his own hand comes to hold yours, digits avoiding where blood seeps as he rushes to find the first-aid kit.

truthfully, the boy was worried you had cut your whole hand off (he doesn't have very high expectations when it comes to you, injuries, and lying) but thankfully, it's only a minor cut on one of your fingertips.

you're still not off the hook, though. just because it's not as bad as he thought doesn't mean it's not bad—cyno absolutely detests the roses that bloom across your skin, the scent of metal sweeping over his senses instead of delicate dew.

"why'd you try to hide it?" he asks, not looking up at you. his hands carefully disinfect your fingers, actions hesitating and stalling whenever he hears or feels you fidget because he hates it—he hates your uneasiness, your pain.

"it wasn't that big of a deal," you mumble, and cyno's fingers come to grip around your unscathed palm; he squeezes it lightly, glaring at you with his seemingly indifferent irises.

"don't say that."

and then he resumes working.

deft hands bandage your cut, lacing themselves in between your other fingers as cyno leans closer towards you, narrowed eyes making themselves even more present as the boy merely huffs.

"you're kicked out of the kitchen," he says, breath tickling your face.

you gasp in offense.

"hey! i can still work!" you exclaim, but cyno's hands are already on your shoulder, ushering you outside to sit at the table instead.

"no."

that word alone shuts down all of your protests as you merely pout, resorting to your second option: have a pity party until cyno gives in! however, the boy is completely immune to this!

still, as you slump into your seat, cyno returns to the kitchen before sparing you one last glance—and ah, his smile, his lovely smile, engulfs his face in a tide of taken because he, he is so, so taken.

the way he looks at you speaks measures once the comfortable silence devours the kitchen and empty stomachs whole.

you're my future, huh?

I DON'T KNOW JSDGHJSDG MY BRAIN ISN'T WORKING

did someone with a degradation kink get turned on when they join for military training

Sheesh look at all of that angst mmmm

Broken Glass | Cyno X Reader

A/N: The man was not coming home after 76 pity, so out of my sorrow, I believe he deserves this. I was also conflicted between Cyno being the General Mahamatra or the former one. No worries, I got it eventually. Remember that constructive criticism is appreciated and enjoy!

Summary: Cyno’s regrets for your fall-out returned when the glass of a picture frame shattered.

Genre: Angst

Reader: Second POV. Gender-neutral pronouns if any. 

Warning: Argument. Falling-out.

Word Count: ~380

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Glass shattered on the floor.

A picture frame had fallen off the bedside table when Cyno kicked the sheets. He frowned, moving himself off the bed to pick up the pieces.

His breath hitched suddenly once he found the photo of you and him, and his fingers stopped reaching out.

His eyes stared upon the photo— one taken for a time when you and he smiled. His chin was resting on your head while you leaned against his chest.

Oh, how sorrowful.

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oh i see now- i think i confused you two for another LMAO

did someone with a degradation kink get turned on when they join for military training

Wiping the smudged make up from Xiao's eyes and forehead and offering to help him put on a new fresh coat, gently hoding his face in your hands, his cheeks softly squished by the action. He looks at you intently, vrows furrowed, but lethargic eyes blinking softly. Xiao trusts you, as you sweep the red under his eyes, as you kiss his forehead before drawing the little purple diamond he usually sports, and xiao whines, sound catching embarrassedly in his throat. And when your hand stops cradling his jaw and your fingers swipe indulgently the underside of his lips like you're wiping smudged lipstick but oh, he doesn't wear any, then he finds the courage to look at you, molten golden eyes as piercing as ever, and then you're the one who feels timid. "Done?" he mutters coyly, you can only nod at him. Your finger still lingers at the corner of his lips. Xiao leans closer.

I AM SO DELUSIONAL I CAN'T--- just--- soft xiao-- putting make up on xiao. I will literally start crying I love him so much.

cat!kazuha and cat!xiao hcs

[ cat!kazuha, cat!xiao x reader]

summary: baby bois as cats yes

note: the amount of research i did just to find the perfect cat breed and actually choose between which breed looks better can put my academic research thesis to shame | m.list

warnings: hella fluffy and someone getting scratched by xiao lmao, also im sleepy so i might miss a thing or two ackskd

your first cat is xiao, a small grey british shorthair with bright amber eyes!

you found him in an alley on your way home as a kitten, he was inside this ragged box with four other kittens. the first time you saw them, you couldn't even approach them because the biggest one—you couldn't tell what breed it was because of the matted black fur—but he was protecting the four smaller kittens in the box, hissing at you whenever you got too close. so you decided to leave a can of tuna and left the alley. since then, you consistently feed them every time you pass by the alley

you didn't know when it started happening, but the other kittens with xiao that time—who was the runt of the litter—started disappearing until only a small dirty kitten was left

"oh my," you gasped at the small grey kitten almost crawling its way to the can of tuna that you left beside the box, hoping to see the other bigger kittens flock around the can.

but alas, only the tiny one of the five came out. the poor thing was shivering from the light rain showers, the box was too damaged to give him any protection and he was very frail, wobbling and tripping on his way to the food you left. you couldn't possibly leave him alone after this.

quietly approaching him after he's done eating—he couldn't even finish the whole thing by himself—you clicked your tongue to call his attention, crouching down.

he snapped his head towards you at the sound, his mewls sounding like a squeak more than a meow.

"hi there," you lowered your hand to the ground, letting him sniff around and weakly swat your hand away, chuckling at his attempts to look intimidating.

he looks way too tiny to be scary.

"i'm sorry if you're against me taking you, but i really don't want to leave you like this."

carefully wrapping your scarf around his tiny body—which was still shivering and attempting to claw at you, he did stop once he felt the warmth from your scarf, immediately purring—you made your way home with a tiny bundle of fluff in your arms.

xiao was a very hissy kitten the first few days that you took him in. he hides under the couch, pushes himself at the corners of the room, and runs away whenever he feels your presence after eating

cleaning him after taking him from that dirty box was disastrous and painful :']

but he slowly comes around! you'd see him peeking out of his hiding place and watching you intently seeing his glowing amber orbs watching you from the corner of your eyes was kinda scary tho, he stops running away when you're in the same room, sitting a few distance away from you, sleeping and relaxing out of his hiding place, and then actually letting you touch him

it's a few months worth of waiting, but it's alright! he trust you now, enough that he even does the loaf thing on your lap and sleeps there, purring whenever you start scratching at his ears :'>

after getting his trust, xiao progressively becomes gentle and soft around you!

he doesn't like biting or scratching you, so even if he detest being carried to the bathroom he sucks it up and has the most grumpy look a cat can possibly have when you're bathing him T^T

when he doesn't want any more pats, he'd gently put his paw on your hand or bite your finger sooo carefully, like it's such a soft nom, before giving you a look and prancing away to his cat tree or box

xiao is such a well behaved cat too! he's quiet most times, only meowing softly when you call out his name. he doesn't make a mess and can be found sleeping on high places like the top of your cabinet, on his hammock, the highest box on the cat tree, or under the couch/bed

when he's in the mood for it, he'd sleep in your arms as long as you don't move a lot

cute moments with xiao include him letting you mess with his face. y'know, letting you pinch his cheeks and pat his belly, pretend that you're eating his cheeks, kneading his paw on your thigh which sometimes hurts but that's ok lmao, bumping his nose with you while you sleep before scurrying away and waiting for you by the window to come home :>

he'd also have moments where his bright eyes would scare you hhnhnh

he has a grey coat that you can't easily see in the dark, so it sometimes catches you off guard when you suddenly see a pair of golden eyes from the bottom of your bed or at the top of your closet/desk just watching you sleep

he's guarding you, don't mind him, go back to sleep >:)

other than the occasional fright, he's a very good baby… until someone that's not you enters the house :D

he'll know someone's at the door in an instant, quietly hissing at the direction before zooming up at the top of his cat tree and hiding there but you can still see his eyes peeking from the tree house hole, staring at whoever's your visitor

he despises visitors >:)

if they even try to get close to him he nyooms away at the speed of light or swats their hand away

moments like this, you'd hear him yowl loudly—which is very rare—baring his fangs at the visitor. at this point, anyone would stand back, but if for some reason they don't? yikes, i hope you have a med kit prepared :') a certain ginger friend of yours had bandages wrapped around his hand after provoking a grumpy xiao ackskd

but if it's you? he immediately stops yowling and instead makes whiny mewls as soon as you pick him up to keep him away from the visitor

he'll get more grumpy if you put him in your room while you still have visitors! he wants to guard you! let him out right this instant! >:(

if you don't, you'll open your door room to a very very grumpy and sulky cat who won't look at you for a while lmao

don't worry tho, a few kisses to his litol forehead and some tofu would make him feel better!

xiao prefers to stay indoor and doesn't always go out of the house, but when he does, you'd find him just sitting near the window in a loaf position, just watching his surroundings. he'll only spend less than two hours outside before going back to snuggle the blanket on the couch

on some occasions, he drops a pretty leaf or stone on your side as a gift before prancing away

kazuha's the prettiest flame point siamese!

you didn't adopt him or rescued him, in fact, he adopted you, pitiful human

kazuha came out of nowhere! one day, he just started to show up in front of your house and hangs around your window, mewling softly whenever xiao comes near to observe this new feline, as if kazuha's greeting xiao :> that's how xiao got used to kazuha's presence and doesn't try to fight him away oof

whenever you get home, you'd see him chilling on the nearest tree by your house. it's like an automatic response for him to wake up the moment you get close. he'd stretch and make his way down the tree to greet you with a meow, brushing against your legs to have you pet him. he'll follow you and stop right in front of the entrance of your house, loafing by the railing and going back to sleep

"oh? hello there."

kazuha mewls back to greet you, making his way off the tree and prancing towards you. crouching down, he brushes his head against your legs and mewls, staring up at you with those pretty eyes.

"you're a sweet one, aren't you?"

he mewls once again, purring loudly once you start scratching behind his ears. you've been seeing him around the neighborhood lately, walking around the park and sometimes sleeping by random trees. you didn't know when he started hanging around your house, but whenever he sees you by the streets, he'd instantly meow loudly as if to say 'hey!' and runs towards you. he'll follow you on the way home after that, sometimes brushing against your legs.

he's a little menace though, purposely walking in between your feet to make you fumble around trying not to trip over him.

"there's some food by the house if you get hungry little man."

he meows delightfully and somehow, he kind of looks like he's smiling at you.

the first few days that he hangs around the entrance, you'd leave the door open incase he wants to come inside and leave a can of tuna by the door

that's how you found kazuha and xiao by the entrance! kazuha just cleaning himself and xiao sleeping beside him :'>

and then the day comes where he frightens you by suddenly emerging from your sofa table! he's meowing to greet you with xiao just watching from his hammock with a disinterested look

kazuha's a very chill cat like xiao! but he's more vocal and has bursts of energy where he randomly runs around the house to chase after an imaginary insect. you'd see him jump to catch a fly or suddenly zoom across the room to pounce at a cockroach or dust and is a constant victim of the laser toy :] imagine kazuha chasing leaves outside :'>

this always snaps xiao awake from his nap before plopping down to go back to sleep

kazuha is quick to adjust around the house! you always see him snooping around the furniture, jumping over the counter and sniffing around. whenever you have something to do, he'd sit beside you and watch what you were doing. until he gets clingy and meows for attention, then you won't get shit done :'D

remember tho, he's a little menace!

y'know the thing where a cat stares at you and an object, before swatting the object to the ground? that's kazuha, but he does it with his tail :)

whenever you're writing something, he'd sit on the notebook or your keyboard to distract you from whatever you're doing, meowing as if to say 'pay attention to me please' or 'hehehe'

he catches you lying on your back? he's loafing on your stomach or kneading it softly :D

but other than those mischievous moments, he's a good boy who doesn't always make a mess!

he's also very friendly! he still hangs around outside and will greet anyone that passes by with a happy meow and let them pet him for a while, and your friends love him! he even looks like he strives off the attention your friends give him lmao T^T

he's that one aesthetic cat that you'd take photogenic pictures of while he just rolls around the grass and sleeps on trees

but sometimes he prefers to just sit by xiao, watching humans do their human thing

xiao and kazuha get along very well! they're both very chill and are not loud or messy

you'd expect xiao to be wary of a different cat entering your house, but he seems fine around kazuha. you'd catch the two of then sleeping outside right next to each other, just two little boys hanging around :']

the cutest thing is that kazuha sometimes tries to clean xiao HNNHNHNH

y'know how some cats clean other cats? that's kazuha towards xiao, acting like a mother cat to the grumpy kid who just wants to sleep peacefully

he does this every time! kazuha would just walk past a sleeping xiao and just start to lick his forehead and he wouldn't stop for a while until xiao wakes up and paws at his face to push him away :'D

kazuha retaliates by pawing at his face back and continuing ackck

when kazuha starts sleeping in your bed, xiao is prompted to do the same! they are either snuggling on one side of the bed or sleeping on each side of your head

xiao is a chill boy, but when kazuha starts getting his bursts of energy? xiao is forced to deal with him until kazuha falls asleep, like, they're just rolling and chasing each other around the house or outside the grass until kazuha gets tired and they walk back in, the both of them falling fast asleep on the couch cuddled together or they invade the space on your lap/stomach while you rest on the couch/bed

it's heaven, really, because they're both purring and you take so many pictures of them asleep like that :')

both xiao and kazuha hate loud noises. they'd snap awake and alert once they hear a loud noise, xiao starts yowling and kazuha approaches wherever the sound came from. if they hear another noise though, they'll both zoom to wherever you are before snuggling near you to hide from the sound :(

bathing them is not bad! kazuha enjoys swimming around the tub while xiao just let's you do whatever you want with an occasional meow to complain :')

overall, they're both very behaved and never cause too many problems!

in conclusion, get a xiao and kazuha cat :'>

ohohohohoho

The wrong person - Tighnari

So here's some angst, I know I said I'd be fluffing Tighnari but I got this idea to do lol. Gender neutral reader! Reader isn't stereotypically smart, it matters for getting the story

--

You were under the impression you had to work for your family's business due to the family tradition. After all, it was a family business.

However, you weren't understanding the numbers that all factored into said business. You struggled in school with subjects and you never fully grew out of said struggle.

But there was one topic you really liked. A topic that you found you understood very well. Anything to do with the forest, you were your own researcher. When you were young, you'd experimentally eat fruits that you thought looked safe enough, and thankfully the only issues you had were of the stomach variety. You had books that you read all the time, making sure your information was correct as to not poison yourself.

As well as being a decent forager for someone that people didn't class as smart, you were also intrigued by plants. Big or small, you loved greenery. You liked testing your skills out on naming some species, and smiling to yourself when you proved yourself correct.

That's when you met a man with fox ears. He didn't introduce himself, not did you, but you both started to research the various plants you found in the forest. While you never shared names, you both felt somewhat safe around each other.

One day, he hands you an application form, neatly tucked into an envelope.

"I think you'd be a good addition. I've been putting up posts to find eager and qualified individuals, and from what I've seen, you have a decent understanding of the forest life." He explains.

You smile, nodding as you bid him farewell to fill out the application.

-

Your heart sinks when you see the scary looking form. It's not that you couldn't understand it, but rather the blank template that was for qualifications you had. Taking a deep breath, you reassure yourself that if you spoke about your interest in the forest life, you'd have a chance.

Your mother walks into the room after you seal the envelope excitedly, filling out the address.

"What's that, dear?" Your mother asks, curious about what had you so visibly excited.

"Oh! I'm applying for that post in the forest!" You cheerily respond, only to see your mother grow hesitant.

She takes a seat down across from you, holding your hand.

"I know you'd be brilliant for the post." She starts, not wanting to hit you too hard with the reality. "But... If you don't get in, please don't stop. I can see you enjoy exploring the forest." She finishes, knowing that you already were aware of your chances being low if someone had qualifications on paper.

You nod in understanding, not saying a word, before you bid your mother a farewell and get the letter delivered.

--

A few weeks pass, and you hear nothing. Hearing the letter fly through the letter box, you walk to the single letter taunting you. You knew that you didnt get the job, you had hoped the letter wouldn't even come along to taunt you like this. The letter was pathetically thin, and picking it up, you already knew the typical response.

Slowly opening the letter, your heart sinks at the confirmation of your thoughts.

It hadn't even asked you to reapply in the future, only thanking you but politely rejecting it. You already knew it was those damn qualifications you didn't have.

Your mother walks into the room, seeing you clasp your mouth in your hand, and she lets out a sympathetic 'oh...'.

You decide in that moment that you had to buckle down and try your hardest to learn the craft of your family business. You knew you wouldn't be able to look at that forest the same way, knowing it would only give you the constant thoughts of 'what if'.

After all, it was about time you started acting your age.

--

Tighnari looks at the new recruit, and he manages to hide his disappointment.

See, since he never asked for your name, he wouldn't have known which application was yours.

He went for the qualified individual who had experience from lectures, but he could tell they would most likely struggle with more areas in person than you would. He introduces them to his team, before he excuses himself momentarily.

Delicious

he’s overly possessive ft. dottore, pantalone

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il dottore [the doctor]

“you called for me, sir?”

dottore looks up from the flurry of experiment-related notes on top of his desk and finds you standing by the doorway of his office, looking nervous. if he stared at you for a moment longer, he’d point out that you resemble a scared little lamb. it was possibly the very first time he encounters the sight of you so high-strung.

it excited him.

“i did,” he affirms with a devilish grin. without another word, he raises his hand then beckons you inside the room, and to sit on the stool in front of him.

you were first recruited as another lackey for the harbingers to do their bidding. the other harbingers were utterly lost on what it was about you specifically that drew him to you. you hadn’t done anything special to stand out from the rest and yet you somehow became the object of his obsession.

the harbingers were having their annual meeting to discuss important matters such as the latest orders from the tsaritsa when you entered in the middle of their conference to deliver the reports detailing the month’s expenses to the man sitting next to him.

it was nothing out of the ordinary for a subordinate to bring off their duties not a second later. however, the rather mundane act seems to be enough for you to be the apple of his eye. by the next day, you were briefed of your transfer to his division and given the title of his personal assistant.

from then onward, his fixation on you persists. whether it is romantic or not didn’t matter—it was evident he was deeply infatuated with you and that should’ve been a glaring forewarning to any fool who took an interest in you. it didn’t didn’t need to be announced, it was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you were his and his alone.

the many disappearances of fatui underlings and the recent increase of his test subjects weren’t a timely coincidence after all. to his great frustration, there was a pest who didn’t get the memo and managed to pathetically worm his way in your life—something dottore keenly disapproved and detested.

“it’s mandatory for those involved with the fatui to remain a strictly professional relationship,” he informs, eerily polite. it was a blatant lie, but you didn’t need to know that. if it were any other individual sitting across him and below his concentrated gaze, they would’ve shivered at the gesture or started praying to their pathetic archon that he spared their life.

you didn’t.

you merely look back at him unafraid. and perhaps that was one of the reasons why he was drawn to you.

“is it, sir? i’ve read our policies and the mighty tsaritsa never mentions such a rule.”

his jaw clenches. you were a mouthy little minx, aren’t you? he internally sneers, his eyes narrow at you, guess he has to fix that later.

“it’s a new policy.” his tone was firm. it stresses this was the end of the matter. you either take what he says to heart and comply or you face the consequences of your disobedience. “understood?”

“yes, sir,” you gulp and it creates a small smile to emerge on his lips.

“good girl.”

pantalone [regrator]

having a harbinger for a lover was an affair you didn’t intend to happen. it was too outlandish. you envisioned yourself to settle down with an honest man and live a modest life in the countryside and yet here you were, happily dating the most affluent, and cunning, harbinger.

whenever your family sent you letters, they consistently ask you about him and if he was treating you right. as usual, they were bewildered to read how different he was from the murmurs in town. pantalone was a sweet and gentle lover—he cares for you like you were his most prized possession. it was made obvious when he spoils you with everything your heart desires.

he didn’t ask for anything—only for you to follow his request of seeking his permission anytime you wish to meet with your friends or relatives, remembering the very early curfew he gave you, and cutting off those he disapproved. although it highlighted his possessiveness and overprotectiveness, bordering on sheer paranoia, you didn’t see anything wrong with it. you were fully understanding of his strange requests since you knew you were both taking a huge risk of having a relationship.

regardless of what others try to say, he had adversaries who were ready to attack him the second he showed any sign of weakness.

hence, you found yourself in a big dilemma when you chose to disregard his rules and went out with your friends, whom he made clear he disliked, without telling him. he told you one of them harbored feelings for you and it left him feeling annoyed to know you were around someone who wanted to pursue you. you were his; majority should know that by now and find another poor soul to pester.

one thing you were frequently told by those around you was how unsettling your lover could be at times and you weren’t able to see what they saw until tonight.

“where were you this afternoon?” pantalone lazily swirls the wine glass in his hand before taking a long, agonizing sip of his drink. you stay seated across him visibly impassive while you feasted on the meal prepared for the evening.

“what do you mean? i was at home the whole day.”

the air went still.

you were naive enough to reckon that everything was going to be all right until you were harshly faced with the reality of your actions when you heard the noise of a chair screeching and footsteps approaching you.

you feel him tuck your hair back. he must’ve been leaning or kneeling down because you suddenly felt his breath against your neck. “i asked you a question, little one. i expect some respect from you to tell me the truth.” his voice wavered on threatening. it was chilling to find the man you normally run to for solace become the reason why you’d come to him for comfort.

“i-i, um… i went out with my friends,” you manage to stutter out and he went quiet again, “i’m sorry that i… that i-i didn’t tell you. i didn’t know it was going to be a big deal!”

he simply scoffs at you and your eyes soon water at what he might say next. you were close to the verge of crying.

“when you agreed to be mine,” pantalone starts, “you made a promise that you trust me and do what i say. i told you not to leave without telling me and what did you do?” he pauses, waiting for you to respond. it was condescending to have him gaze at you like a disappointed parent whose child was in trouble.

“i-i left without telling you,” you sniffle. his demeanor swiftly changes when you started to cry. he removes his hand from your face and pets your head, calming you down.

“i’m sorry, little one…” he murmurs, “i must’ve really scared you there, didn’t i? but you do understand why i was mad at you, right? there are people out there who want to take you away from me and i won’t let that happen… not if i can help it.”