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[moonsglare]

“feixiao, this is… a lot.”

you blink down at the very generous spread of mooncakes on the table. you have honestly no idea how feixiao managed to procure at least a dozen different mooncakes, or even when, but it’s a little late to be asking questions now. feixiao only grins, pushing you gently by the shoulders to take a seat by the table.

“we’ll taste test all of them!” she says cheerily, plopping down on the seat next to you. “let’s start with the traditional ones…”

she reaches out, tenderly lifting a mooncake in her calloused hands. the upper side of the treat is decorated with a pattern reminiscent of a lotus flower, the pastry a delicate shade of golden brown. your fingers brush feixiao’s as you take the mooncake from her.

“this one’s got lotus seed paste filling,” she explains. “it’s on the sweeter side, and a little nutty.”

you nod at her elaboration, taking another moment to appreciate the intricacy of the mooncake, before taking a testing bite. and just like she said, a sweet but nutty taste blooms on your tongue immediately, the smooth texture offset by the slight crumbliness of the pastry. you find the balance of flavors quite enjoyable, and feixiao’s grin only broadens as she sees you enjoying yourself.

“good?” she asks, and you hum around your mouthful of mooncake. “then, we’re off to a good start then. finish that one up, and we can move on to the red bean…”

the mooncake tasting session continues for a few hours, the actual tasting broken up between little anecdotes from feixiao here and there. you learn that jiaoqiu’s favourite filling is red bean, while moze’s—surprisingly—is custard. feixiao is a lotus seed and salted egg enjoyer, which she admits is mainly because it used to be general yueyu’s favourite. as she feeds you a more modern version with cream cheese as the filling, she tells you of the time she, jiaoqiu, and a very reluctant moze tried their hands at making mooncakes. it went… fine, or so she claims (you make a mental note to ask jiaoqiu if that really was the case).

by the end of it, you’re very full of mooncakes, but also very satisfied. feixiao cleans up as you sit back in your chair, and you rest your chin on your palm as you watch her wash up some of the dishes in the sink.

“we should try making our own next year,” you say idly, already thinking about the kind of pastry and filling you’d choose. you’re so briefly lost in your own thoughts that you don’t notice the way her hands pause as they scrub the plates for just a second before continuing.

“next year, huh?” feixiao muses with a chuckle, her voice carrying a certain… weight to it, before she shakes her head and offers you a smile over her shoulder. “that sounds great. looking forward to it, baby.”

you beam back at her, and her heart jitters in her chest like a rabbit’s rather than a fox. “mhm! in the meantime, i can introduce you to some desserts from my homeworld… ah! you have to try sago pudding, it’s so good—“

feixiao listens as you ramble on about all the sweets and desserts you’re going to have her try, and she files each and every suggestion into a little niche in her heart. she may be the lacking general, but here with you, she never lacks for a reason to live—even if just to sit by your side at the dinner table and eat desserts.

[moonsglare]

feixiao has known since she was first freed from her shackles by that verdant general that her life would end on the path of the hunt, either by her enemy’s claws, or her own. she has known, ever since she felled the first wolf-beast with her blade, that there would only be one way her story would end. could end. and that’s with her weapon in hand, on a vast battlefield as she chases the abominations of abudance across the galaxy like the reignbow’s own lux arrow wrapped in mortal skin, flesh and bone.

feixiao has known, always, that she will die for the hunt. after all, what is a hunter without it?

but when you hold her in the night, warm palms cupping her pale face and thumbs brushing over the arch of her cheekbones, your voice so achingly soft and frail and pleading, something in her shifts. her resolve does not falter—a loosed arrow can never be stopped until it hits its target—but she relents, in a way. lingers in the sanctuary of your embrace for a second longer, lets her coat hang in your closet a day longer, lies in bed with you a day, a month, a year longer. she is stil flying, still an arrow in the sky, but she finds herself slowing down and watching the way the stars in your eyes pass by. it’s… nice.

feixiao has known, always, that she will die for the hunt.

and while that remains true, she has learned, now, that for whatever number of years she has left, she will live for you.

[moonsglare]

as a member of the cloud knights, feixiao has always had a habit of waking up early. a soldier always has things to do, and it’s best to get a head start before the rest of the world stirs. the artificial sun of the yaoqing sends delicate, rosy trails of light through the window, like a fisherman casting his net—and catching not only her, but you as well, cuddled into her side as you are.

her hand strokes idly up your arm as she lays there for a while, watching you sleep against her. there’s a peaceful look on your face, the kind that makes her just want to stay in this bed next to you forever, or wish that the sun would never rise, so that this moment would last for the rest of her shortened lifespan.

she offers you a smile when you finally stir, her calloused fingers toying with your hair. “mornin’,” she rasps, leaning down to brush her nose against yours. you manage a soft, muffled sound in response, eyes only half-open. your head tilts and your lips brush hers, the most chaste of kisses, and she feels her heart beat like a war drum in her chest.

“morning,” you mumble into her mouth, before resting your head on her shoulder, still teetering on the edge of wakefulness and sleep. a soft ‘love you’ slips from your lips unbidden, almost indecipherable were it not for feixiao’s foxian ears. the rings on her left ear tinkle as it twitches, her expression turning achingly fond as she presses her lips to your temple.

feixiao is known by many titles—the merlin’s claw or the great general, to name a few—but her favoured one has always been the one she gave herself: the lacking general, for she lacks in rivals, regrets and worries. and now, as she looks at you in her arms, relaxed and content, with the morning sunlight kissing your skin, she knows she will never lack for love, either.

[moonsglare]

MASTERLIST.

USAGE NOTICE. -> i have two formats of works: fics, under the tag [sev.writes] and drabbles, under the tag [sev.scribbles]. there is no difference between the two besides formatting. -> this masterlist contains both types. drabbles are located in the section under fics. -> i have a third writing tag called [sev.thirsts], however i will not be including the works in that tag in this masterlist to keep it short and simple. you are free to peruse the rabbit hole of my lust at your own leisure using the tag LOL the tags will be in the tags of this masterlist. -> i do write a lot under my own selfship tags, so if browsing those doesn't give you Psychic Damage(tm) i would also encourage checking those out! the tags will be in the tags of this masterlist.

GENSHIN IMPACT

-> frustration. [arlecchino x reader] [nsft] -> a letter from a sailor to her lover. [beidou x reader] -> morning loving. [arlecchino x reader] [nsft] -> love me like you do. [arlecchino x reader] [nsft] -> bring me the sun. [arlecchino x reader] [nsft]

-> anniversary. [yelan x reader] -> barefoot, on the beach of yaoguang shoal. [ningguang x reader] -> learn to love. [kujou sara x reader] -> anatomy of a poisoning. [kujou sara x reader] -> guns, roses, and tea. [clorinde & navia x reader]

HONKAI: STAR RAIL

-> first time. [various] [nsft] -> any way you want me, baby. [ruan mei x reader] [nsft] -> good god, let me give you my life. [ruan mei x reader] [nsft] -> bad romance. [acheron x reader] [nsft] [dead dove, do not eat] -> sleepless nights. [various] -> my home, for all seasons. [serval x reader]

-> albireo. [himeko x reader] -> memory that lingers. [jingliu x reader] -> lucent moonglow. [jingliu x reader] -> hold on tight. [kafka x reader] -> anesthesia. [natasha x reader] -> scraps. [jingliu x reader] [dead dove, do not eat]

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

-> convenience, part 1. [tsukishiro yanagi x reader] [nsft] -> machinist. [grace howard x reader] [nsft] -> cat & mouse. [jane doe x reader] [nsft]

-> tight spot. [jane doe x reader]

PATH TO NOWHERE

-> breaking point. [zoya x reader] [nsft] -> act three: resolution. [deren x reader] [nsft] -> cloudgazer. [deren x reader] [nsft] -> back to you. [deren x reader] [nsft] -> what is this feeling? [zoya x reader] [nsft] -> de-stress. [nightingale x reader] [nsft] -> experience. [rahu x reader] [nsft] -> video star. [deren x reader] [nsft] -> like music. [various] [nsft] -> equestrian au hcs. [various] -> (sun)dress. [shalom x reader] [nsft] -> equestrian au hcs: cinnabar. [cinnabar x reader] -> all i see is red lights. [rahu x reader] [nsft] -> worship (like a dog). [rahu x reader] [nsft]

VARIOUS

-> nightmare. -> as the world caves in. -> voracity. [nsft] -> on top, part 2. [nsft] -> on top, part 1. [nsft]

[moonsglare]

thinking modern!au feixiao thoughts again… feixiao who loves having you as her pretty passenger princess in her souped up supra. alongside her fighting skills, her car is something she’s also super proud of. she worked a lot of shifts at her uncle huaiyan’s shop to convince her guardian yueyu that she could get one, so she holds it near and dear to her heart. all of the car’s mods were done by her own hand—with some helpful assistance from moze, specifically when it came to tuning the ecu. and she certainly put it into action, sneaking off to participate in a street race here and there. it’s how she ended up making friends with an older foxian, yukong, who would also haunt these meet-ups in a downright monstrous nissan gtr that other racers could only look enviously upon. yukong’s retired now, though, very busy looking after her 2 year old daughter that feixiao adores.

in any case, feixiao’s had a bit of a history with living life in the fast lane. it’d always been a source of worry for jiaoqiu and moze, but feixiao had mostly just let their concerns go in one ear and out the other. she cares for them, she does, but how could they understand what it’s like to live life on a timer? she can’t let the world pass her by, needs to chase it down, and if that means doing nearly 200 on the freeway then so be it. but somehow, that worldview had since fractured—and she can trace it back to when she met you. now, with you in her car, she finds herself wanting to slow down. to indulge in every soft laugh, every sigh, and every breath she can draw from you. her car has gone from a place where she comes to forget, to a place where she wants to indent every moment into her memory.

she loves taking you out on long drives, maybe to go somewhere out of state for the summer. she’ll have several playlists on her phone, a mishmash of your favorite songs and her own, and you both take turns belting out the lyrics in the car. if you get some food at a drive-thru, expect to be hand feeding her fries or helping her sip her drink. she’s gotta keep both hands on the wheel, after all. and if the drive stretches on into the night, and you fall asleep in the passenger seat, she’ll slowly pull over and grab a blanket she’s started keeping in the backseat and draping it over you. when the car starts moving again it’s with an intentional, quiet gentleness, the machine purring softly as it moves down the road under feixiao’s expert hand. it’s a long journey, but there’s a warm comfort that’s wormed its way into her heart, knowing that you’re right there next to her for the entire ride.

[moonsglare]

Not Feixiao pausing knuckle deep inside you and starting to growl because she noticed Moze trying to assassinate her. Normally she’s good natured about it but the fact that they dared to endanger you makes her infinitely scarier. She’s so protective you feel her begin to tense, drawing you in close ready to rip any danger to you to shreds

Needless to say Moze never tried that again

LOVE this idea but i think it would also be funny if YOU squared up as well like ??? i personally keep a baseball bat by my bedside in case of emergencies and idc how crazy feifei is fucking me if someone broke into my house into my BEDROOM im swinging 😤😤😤 i think feixiao would be surprised but also weirdly appreciative in a sense? the burden of protecting has always been hers, so in this case for someone to at least attempt to do the same for her would lowkey give her butterflies. but yeah moze never tried that shit again LMFAO not when he has both his general AND her smaller and honestly not at all intimidating but clearly feral partner to deal with

[moonsglare]

Silly dumb idea idk

but having to absolutely fight feixiao to let you do her laundry because her clothes are basically in 3 piles: Extremely formal wear (you mandate these be cleaned or else), clothes that smell like you, and clothes that don’t smell like you (yet) and she definitely prefers the 2nd pile so she doesn’t want them to smell like clean clothes

“feixiao, those clothes haven’t been washed for a week. this is unsanitary!”

the foxian woman bodily pinning you down to the bed and effectively restraining you from doing laundry only hums. the tips of her ears tickle your nose as they twitch, and feixiao snuggles closer against you, burying her face in your chest. when she looks up, teal eyes twinkling with mischief, you huff.

“i’m being serious!”

her hands squeeze the meat of your hips soothingly, placatingly. “so am i.”

“i can’t not wash my clothes, fei,” you say, exasperated. “i need stuff to wear, you know, that preferably don’t reek.”

“but they smell nice,” your overgrown fox of a girlfriend says petulantly, and you roll your eyes with another huff, wrapping your arms around her broad back.

“you are biased. my coworkers and boss are very much not.”

feixiao makes a lazy, unconvinced noise. “mm… they’re wrong.”

you let out a long-suffering sigh at her dismissal, hands moving to cup her cheeks as you play the last card you have. you meet her brilliant teal gaze and give her the best puppy eyes you can muster, ever so slightly jutting your lower lip out in a pout. “feixiaooo,” you whine, “i really have to do my laundry, baby.”

her expression shutters as you call her ‘baby’, ears twitching in what you’ve come to learn is delight. her hands squeeze your hips a little tighter before she looks at you again, her features contemplative.

“it doesn’t even take that long for my clothes to, uh— start to smell like me,” you wheedle. “i can spritz my perfume on it right out of the dryer. i promise you can steal all my oversized hoodies—“ although oversized for you means regular sized for her, “—once they’ve been thoroughly re-scented.”

feixiao hums for a moment, considering, then concedes. you exhale a breath of relief, cupping her cheeks and tugging her upwards gently to reward her with a kiss. she purrs at that, a low vibration in her throat, eagerly pressing her lips right back against yours like she’s trying to draw oxygen right from your chest. when she breaks away it’s with a satisfied sigh, but that glint of mischief still lingers in her eyes.

her head drops low as she presses a kiss to your collarbone as her hands creep underneath your clothes. you make a soft, pleased noise as you crane your head up to look at her, brows furrowed.

“what are you doing?” you ask, near breathless as her fingers trace the outline of your ribs, just beneath the swell of your chest. feixiao only grins, pointed canines glinting.

you find soon enough that foxians have other particular ways of scenting things that don’t involve perfume. it’s a little more… hands-on, but by the time feixiao is done, your scent is very much all over her, from her lips to her fingers.

[moonsglare]

gf called feixiao feifei………. what if i screamed cried died