#xf threads.

send me    ‘  ♡ _  ♡ ‘    and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 )  features of your muse  ( physical or personality )   that they find incredibly attractive. // @diivineray

THE GESTURE IS SO CLOSE TO vein's usual disciplinary method that, for a moment, xia fei actually cowers. his hands fly to his head, shielding, a pouty grimace tugging his lips downward — and then he remembers who it was that flicked him.

XIA FEI'S EYES ARE STORMY AS HE gazes out the car window. somehow, it lends an air of brooding mystery to his face, a near-perfect would-be shot for a moody jewelry advert. then again, it's nigh-impossible to capture an unflattering image of him.

blood in vein's mouth. blood on xia fei's hands. blood in his hair. the gurgling cries of dying men. that scent on his tongue, in his nose, the back of his throat—

age: 23

do you like to cuddle?: i’m very warm 🥰

can we make-out?: please? 🥺

a night in or dinner out?: why not both!! we can go on an adventure in the afternoon and come home and cook dinner together!

ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: i’ll feed you the strawbs if you want~ <3

what makes you a good valentine?: i won’t let you think for a second that you’re unloved!

would you cook for me?: yes!! 🤩 i bake everything with love! [at your own risk]

would you let me cook for you?: if you want! we can cook together, it’ll be fun!

I WON'T LET YOU THINK for a second that you're unloved.

wow. he didn't expect that to hit as hard as it did, but then, tatsu has a habit of doing that to him. every once in a while, they'll pull out something so shamelessly affectionate that it makes him dizzy.

needless to say, xia fei isn't used to receiving love in this way. not without having to puzzle it out for himself, or reading between the lines — hell, even his friends aren't really his friends.

after the shock wears off, xia fei feels himself smiling. a real smile, unprompted by a camera or a lie. ❝ yeah, alright. let's bake something together, how about that? you can choose the aprons. ❞

["Week-After" has been scrawled in sharp-lettering before "Valentine's Day" on the application title. Altair knows damn well where Xia Fei's priorities are xoxo.]

Name: Altair Age: 28 Do you like to cuddle?: Idk I'm waiting till marriage :/ Can we make-out?: Dunno, I've never known the touch of another man. A night in or dinner out?: Found one of those hidden away speakeasies. Think you'd like the vibe. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. "Out-of-Season" hasn't met my greenhouse. What makes you a good Valentine?: You'd know. Would you cook for me?: There's no escape. Would you let me cook for you?: Nope. Sit there and look pretty :)

❝ a speakeasy sounds nice, even if the rest of this make me want to strangle you a little bit. fine... y'know, if you show me your greenhouse, i might forgive you for being an absolute ass. ❞

He doesn't do this, of course, because Vein still has some semblance of self-control, but today, he is particularly clingy. It's too cold outside not to wrap his hands around Xia Fei's waist and pull him into his lap, pressing his forehead into the curve of Xia Fei's neck and tightening his hold.

" I'm cancelling your plans. We're not going anywhere today. " You're mine, and I refuse to share with anyone for at least the next 24 hours.

❝ LAOBAN — !! ❞ XIA FEI YELPS WHEN his center of gravity is pulled out from underneath him, quickly replaced by the warmth of vein's lap, and the vice-grip of his arms around the model's waist. any vestiges of surprise are quickly smoothed over by a soft, blooming feeling in his chest, though. there's something so endearing about his boss when he expresses his hunger for xia fei's touch. like a big cat.

and if a stuffy photoshoot with a director he hates can be put off for another day, all the better.

xia fei leans back into vein's chest, letting his hands rest over his boss's knuckles and applying gentle pressure, as if to provide reassurance that he's here. a small smile makes its way onto his face. a genuine smile. he wouldn't dare mask in front of vein when they're alone together.

"don't bite." all the warning vein bothers to give before fingers press against the selkie's lips, push upwards, carefully pry open the jaw. an index finger hooks around the length of one of the upper canines as they inspect. there's no real motive for it beyond the whim of simple curiosity, the number of times those same teeth had sunk into vein's flesh during one of their many struggles warrants some investigation— though, admittedly, they're not disinterested in seeing how well xia fei can follow their simple instruction under the face of temptation.

A BARELY HUMAN NOISE, a trilling, clicky whine high up in his throat. xia fei's threat-response instincts tell him to bite the finger that has hooked under his lip and prised his mouth open. beneath, deadly-sharp fangs glint in the flickering lamplight. he presses his tongue to the floor of his mouth, though his entire face quivers with the effort it takes to remain obedient.

vein does not shy away from provoking xia fei's combative instincts while he's allowed his pelt. this is often the game they play; the siren has enough fang-scars to prove it. only a few months ago, he would have severed their finger and swallowed it for testing him like this — for expecting him to obey like he does when they take his pelt, when he fawns for them under the veil of enchantment, pliant and soft and sweet and wanting.

the memories made him sick for the longest time. now, finally allowed agency over his thoughts again, he can't seem to stop poring over them. he can't stop looking at vein and remembering the way their arms held him softly. softly.

falling for him has only managed to make their relationship — complicated.

he should be tearing into the pirate's hand. his throat. he can picture the way their blood would flow from the wound into water, were they on his turf; red, red, red.