#— jing yuan

[usagiarchive]

ouuuu i miss writing... HOLY WEEK GUYS I SWEAR !!!

what is love? — jing yuan x reader (in the eyes of yanqing)

"Ooh, maybe someday, could it happen to me too? When will it be? Who will it be? I wanna know, know, know, know, what is love?" — TWICE

sypnosis. [ 0.4k words. fluff. family. ] — When asked on the question of love, Yanqing thinks of his parents.

“Mama, what is love?”

You turn your attention to the little boy snuggled into your side as you read him a Xianzhou fairytale.

“What do you think love is, honey?”

The kid pondered for a moment before answering, “You and Dad are love!”

The joy he displayed on his face melted your heart and you couldn't help but bundle him up in your arms.

“Really? How so?”

“Don't you and Dad love each other? Isn't that love?”

You smiled and laughed a little, “That's an action, sweetheart, we love each other, it's not really a meaning, sweet boy,”

He tilted his head at you like a seal, very confused.

“The meaning of love and being in love are two different things, honey,” you tell him, not knowing how to approach the subject of love with a four-year old child.

“Think of it this way, let's think of love as your swords, Swords and using your swords are two different things, right?”

The child blinks up at you, “Mama, I understand… but at the same time I don't…”

You laughed and gave him a kiss on his forehead, “I'll explain when you're older, but for now… bedtime!”

…

Yanqing doesn't remember the interaction now that he's grown older, but if he thinks about what love is for him, you'd find his answer the same.

Love for him, was you and his Dad.

In the way that you learned to love tea as he did, even if you didn't like it at all, detested it at first, all because he loves it and you love him.

In the way his Dad never let you do anything when he's around, during grocery runs he'd lift all the bags and just let you hold his hand, during your weekend dates, he'd never let you worry about anything.

In the way you'd immediately get a pillow and a blanket if you find him sleeping in the patio (and most of the time join him), because he always complains about the crick in his neck he always has when he wakes up.

In the way he'd never seen the two of you have a serious fight, not in front of him at least, or not long enough that he'd notice because the two of you resolved anything within minutes of talking.

In the way his Dad would always peel an orange for you to share, “A half for your Mom, a half for me”, even if you'd go for a second orange, half of it will always be the other’s.

So yeah, if ever you'd ask Yanqing what love is. His answer would be you and Dad.

And maybe… he thinks as he pictures a certain spitfire girl that burrowed her way into his heart, maybe he can find a love like that, too…

usagi's note: december has been so incredibly kind to me (aside from me breaking my foot and not getting sunday) it's actually been so nice, ive met more people in this app and people here are so supportive and nice! i think ill enjoy this more hehe, merry christmas guys :))

also guys how do you do the tiny text thing? im so interested and i kinda wanna try that type of format in my works.

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[22ayla21]

When you can, I would be very happy to see what it will be like when Jing Yuan and Yanqing can finally meet the new member of the family (the newborn baby who this time could finally be part of the family) and hold that cutie in his arms (I can already imagine the "older brother" getting excited at the thought that he will be the reference of the little one, apart from Jing Yuan and his mother of course) and without doubt the Happy and proud mom

The Light After the Storm

After a fierce storm, the sun always reappears, just as after a loss, a ray of light was born into their lives.

Time heals, but scars remain. Jing Yuan's wife knew this all too well. The loss they had endured had cut deeply into her heart. But she hadn't broken – two men were her support: her composed and taciturn husband, who knew how to balance both his blade and his emotions, and the young but sincere Yanqing, who called her "Mama" with such warmth that her heart melted every time.

Several months passed, perhaps a year. And now, as her hands rested again on her belly, feeling the beat of not only her own heart but also a tiny second one, a cautious hope grew within her. She was afraid. Jing Yuan was also afraid, though he didn't show it. And Yanqing, as soon as he found out, began his "real older brother" training with such seriousness, as if preparing for the most important battle.

And that day arrived.

Silence filled the room, broken only by the soft snores of the newborn. The little girl, wrapped in weightless, warm fabrics, slept peacefully in Yanqing's arms. His eyes, usually full of determination and boyish stubbornness, now seemed huge with the overwhelming emotion and delight that filled him. He held his little sister so carefully, as if afraid she might disappear at any moment.

"She's so tiny," he whispered, his gaze fixed on her wrinkled little face. "But I will protect her. I promise."

Jing Yuan, standing beside him, smiled with an uncharacteristic gentleness. He too had held the baby, and his heart had trembled with a force he hadn't known even in the fiercest battles. His wife lay on the bed, exhausted but radiant with pride. She looked at them both with such love that no past pain could dim this moment.

He approached her, knelt down, and gently took her hand.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"For what?" Her voice was hoarse with fatigue, but a faint smile flickered across her lips. "You're the general who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. And I'm just a mother."

"And the world rests on such mothers," he replied, gently squeezing her hand.

Yanqing, meanwhile, was already telling the baby all about how he would teach her to wield a sword (when she grew up, of course) and how he would protect her from all troubles and silly boys. He was funny, a little clumsy in his touching seriousness.

"Look at them," his wife whispered, admiring her men leaning over their tiny daughter. "The two strongest warriors on the Luofu... and both are afraid to wake her."

Jing Yuan chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Because in this house, the boss isn't me anymore."

She laughed, the first genuine and carefree laugh in a long time. The light in her eyes rekindled. The light of a new life.

And though the past had been overshadowed by pain, now their family breathed fully again, with hope and love.

[hunterfromtheabyss]

moonlit (39/100)

[jd-loves-fiction]

Can I request some dialogue heavy scenarios where the HSR men, Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, and Moze are in a relationship with a Neko reader and how they react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked.

🌑MY LIFE HAS BEEN HELL LATELY :)) Life keeps trying to keep me from writing when i actually want to for once but i remain silly :)

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Boothill is not best suited for stealth but somehow, he's managed to sneak up on you without even meaning to. All he wanted when he walked in the kitchen was to engage in your usual post-mission gossip, but you were too busy napping at the dinner table and he was too excited to start his story to notice.

“Ya won't believe the idiot I had to–” He thinks he might’ve heard a hiss but knows he just witnessed you jump a foot in the air from the fright he’s caused you. 

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Ya mean like right now?”

“No! I–”

“Did I spook ya? Is that it?”

“What– Don't smirk at me like that! It's not funny!!”

✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠 ✦

Dan Heng has a natural talent for being absolutely silent, no matter what he's doing. So silent that he often goes unnoticed when reading quietly in the common area. 

Case in point, one day he’s reading by a window on the express, alone save for his own thoughts, when you wander in looking for him. You call his name absentmindedly, frustrated at having to deliver a message from Himeko and at how long it’s taking. The eyes that glaze over your surroundings are misty and uninterested, so much so you don't notice the target of your little mission closing his book just a couple of feet away.

He opens his mouth to speak, but the calling out of your name is interrupted by your own loud yelp. The jump you execute in order to hide behind a table would be incredibly impressive if not for the undignified scream and the objectively ridiculous situation.

“Did you really–?”

“Who just stays silent for so long after someone calls out for them?!”

“... I was distracted. What did you need?”

“You– give me a minute, ok?”

Silence. Panting and a hand to your chest before a heavy sigh passes your lips, “Himeko needs you for something.”

“Alright. Thanks for letting me know. And also,” He turns to you already by the door, a rare amused smile on his lips, “maybe pay more attention to your surroundings next time around.”

✦ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 ✦

The world just outside Jing Yuan’s office window seems to be in a perpetual state of peace and sunshine, birds singing and leaves drifting – it's no wonder he’s constantly distracted.

You find yourself lost in the sights and sounds outside on a sunny summer day as you wait for Jing Yuan to get back to his office so you can have lunch together. It seems your feline instincts have a stronger influence on your actions than you expected as you are unable to look away from the birds flying peacefully through the air, entirely unable of the predator behind the glass pane.

Pupils dilated and all you miss Jing Yuan’s approach completely.

“Hope my lunch hasn't gotten cold–”

Thump! The chair falls to the side along with you, as your frightened jump hooks your foot on the furniture.

You lay there in a heap hoping that if you don't move, Jing Yuan will let it slip… of course he doesn't. Instead of rushing to your aid like a charming general would, he takes a moment to chuckle to himself more openly than you’ve heard from him in a while.

“You’re a meanie.”“What? A meanie? Come on, kitty, you’re acting just like Mimi.”

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

The sounds of training would not be soothing to anyone but you, you’re almost certain. But after a while, hearing Blade pant and grunt as his sword slices through the air becomes similar to a lovely lullaby, lulling you half to sleep as you sit by his training area while waiting.

The air is just cool enough on your skin to– “Aargh!” Clang!

“AAAHHH!!”

Sounds of panting twice over as you both catch your breath.

He’s the first to speak, “Why did you–”

“You scared me! Why did you–?”

“The mara – a flare-up, I’m fine. I think you scared it out of me.”“Me?! I think you scared my soul out of me.”

✦ 𝐉𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐪𝐢𝐮 ✦

Jiaoqiu had his suspicions, a man as observant as he ought to. But suspicions mean nothing without proof, so he decides to gather some.

“Have you nothing else to do than to linger while I cook? Doesn't the smell upset you?” His plan is finally in motion – purposefully cooking something with a smell so delicious it’ll draw you out. So far, he’s succeeded.

“No and no. I figured you could use some company and the smell’s quite nice actually.”

Step 1, complete. Time for step 2.

“Have any guesses as to what I’m making?” Jiaoqiu is glad to have his back to you otherwise his uncontrollable smirk might’ve given him away.

“Hmm, I don't know… It smells green? So, some sort of soup maybe?”

“Close but not quite. Would you like a hint?”

You can hear the smile in his tone, “... Sure.” But it's too late, he's got you where he wants you already.

“Let me show you one of the ingredients then–” 

“YIIIAAHH!”

The screech that leaves borders on inhuman  – all at the sight of a cucumber in Jiaoqiu’s hands.

“... I knew it!”

“Don't sound so pleased, you stupid fox!”

✦ 𝐌𝐨𝐳𝐞 ✦

Moze’s preferred method of getting around involves being as quiet as possible, which usually doesn't bother you but every once in a while he manages to catch you off guard.

Who better to catch a cat off their guard than a trained assassin? 

He wished to see you tonight, so he went off to find you. And find you he did, sitting on a bench by a pool filled with koi fish, the moonlight reflecting off it in waves.

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing like that.” You speak into your phone.

“Oh, please, you’re just looking for gossip. And I'm telling you, I don't have any. Sorry to disappoint.”

Moze slinks by behind you, embraced by shadows and thanking your noisy and nosy friend on the phone for taking your attention away from the minimal sounds he makes when moving.

“He's not– listen, he's a little too stoic for me to be able to guess that… what? No, I'm not asking him, are you–”

“Boo!”

“AAAH!! FUCK!”

You tumble off the bench with the fright, phone still in hand as you glare at Moze, “What was that–”

“I guess I'll call you back. Good luck!”

“Good luck?”Despite the scare, you're secretly glad he didn't hear the rest of your conversation… or he might've found out your feelings for him…

✦ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 ✦

Stars run across the dark tapestry of the universe outside the Express’ window as Sunday watches in silent wonder. Seeing the stars without obstruction is truly something to marvel at… though he's still learning the names.

The halovian turns to where you nap, curled up by the opposite window, considering if he should wake you to ask.

Feeling somewhat terrible but soothing his guilt by remembering the amount of naps you've taken today already, Sunday decides that waking you up now would probably be to your benefit.

He looks around for a way to wake you up other than screaming at you. Seeing none, he takes a deep breath,

“Wake up!”

“WAAAA!!”

“...are you alright?”

“Why did you yell at me??”

“You weren't waking up otherwise. Why did you jump?”

“You scared me! …What did you want?”

“I wanted some help with pointing out the name’s of the stars.”

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Broken Telephone- Jing Yuan x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: April 10th, 2025

Description: Hello I just got a funny idea involving Jing Yuan, the reader, and Yanqing. Basically the reader is giving Jing Yuan a massage and Yanqing, who's outside the room, thinks something scandalous is going on

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions.

Word count: 435

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“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked.”

Yanqing nearly chokes on his fruit. His face starts to burn as a bright red blush spreads from his cheeks to his ears, and he tries to stifle his cough. He doesn’t even realize he’s stopped walking until he faintly hears Jing Yuan groan.

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am,” came a muffled reply.

The young retainer tries to slip away as quietly as possible, but in his haste he knocks into a small table. On the table, precariously close to the edge, is a vase that begins to wobble. So he tries to catch it. His bowl makes a loud noise as he practically throws it on the table, but he catches the vase and steadies the table.

He lets out a deep breath.

“Yanqing? Are you alright?” Y/n calls.

“Yes, fine! Fine!” He grabs his snack and starts walking away from the room. “Just, going out back to train. Don’t worry about me!”

The door opens with a soft click and Y/n pokes her head out just in time to watch Yanqing disappear out the door and into the garden. She shrugs and steps back inside, walking over to the window overlooking the yard.

“Weird.”

“Hm?”

Jing Yuan turns his head and cracks an eye open. He’s laying face down, shirtless and back faintly glistening in scented massage oil, on the bed.

“Yanqing’s not in his usual spot.”

“Maybe he wanted a change of scenery.”

Y/n straddled him and set her hands on his back just below his shoulder blades. She pressed down a bit and slid her hands up his back along his spine, making him groan.

“I told you you’d feel better.”

“Have I ever told you how much I-” he grunted, “love your hands.”

There was another loud crash, this time from outside the window. Y/n was quick to head back over and stick her head out the open window.

“Yanqing!”

“AH! I’m sorry!”

From her peripheral Y/n saw Jing Yuan sit up and stretch his arms across his body before getting out of bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, definitely, sorry for interrupting. I just needed a different sword, I didn't mean to overhear- Never mind, I’m going now!”

Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yanqing.”

“General!”

Jing Yuan’s arms wrapped around Y/n’s waist and he rested his chin on her.

“Y/n was just giving me a massage.” Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise and she elbowed her boyfriend.

“Jing Yuan!” 

The man in question just laughed while she scrambled to apologize to Yanqing.

[mayst0rm]

Orchestra Jing Yuan

[rexonalapis]

Biblically accurate.

[recaday]

You look sad, don't be worried. It's all okay, let us meet again, over and over.

[sunnbnn]

To befriend a STR user...

[22ayla21]

I need more repuests/scenes with Jing yuan husband/boyfriend as a dad, and yanqing as Big brother of the little one (I'm sure It Will be so adorable)

The General and the Adorable Menace

While mother was away on business, the General and the Lieutenant took care of the little adorable menace.

In the abode of the Divine Foresight, where strict discipline usually reigned and commands rang out as sharp as a blade strike, a completely different atmosphere prevailed today. Along the walls, slightly bewildered, stood young cadets, observing an astonishing – almost unbelievable – scene. General Jing Yuan, one of the Seven Arbiters, once the terror of all enemies, was now rocking a tiny baby girl in his arms. The expression on his face resembled that of a kind grandfather rather than a stern warlord.

"Just look at her," he murmured almost in a whisper, admiring his daughter, who had grabbed a strand of his hair and was trying to put it in her mouth. "Already taking the enemy prisoner. Strategy, it's in her blood."

Beside him stood Yanqing, with a seriousness befitting a decisive battle. In his hands, he held a wooden rattle, carved with his own hands, and carefully, but with obvious enthusiasm, shook it, eliciting peals of laughter from the little one.

"General, she's smiling! Do you see? She just smiled at me! That means she likes me!" The lieutenant's voice held so much genuine joy that a senior knight passing by couldn't help but offer a slight smile.

"I told you she'd take a liking to you," Jing Yuan chuckled. "She has a taste for good people."

On a nearby table lay completely forgotten papers: a fresh intelligence report, a resource allocation protocol, and even an urgent summons to a meeting. All of this had been relegated to the background.

Jing Yuan carefully transferred his daughter to a portable cradle that had been thoughtfully placed directly in the office. And Yanqing was already bustling about, taking out a soft blanket to cover the little one.

"Isn't she cold, do you think? Maybe put another pillow under her? Or call a doctor to check if she doesn't like the air conditioning in the meeting hall?" the lieutenant muttered anxiously.

"Yanqing, we're on a starship. The system is stabilized. The humidity and temperature are ideal."

"But what if she doesn't like this 'ideal' at all?" he countered, intently scrutinizing a barely noticeable wrinkle on the baby's forehead.

At that very moment, the door swung open.

The General's wife, majestic and tired after an inspection by the Alchemy Commission, entered. She stopped at the threshold, slightly raising an eyebrow.

Before her stood the two most formidable warriors of the Xianzhou. One, the General, was leaning over the cradle, humming a quiet lullaby in an unusually gentle voice. The other, his adopted son and lieutenant, was holding a pacifier and angrily drilling holes into the soft blanket with his gaze, as if he suspected it of treachery.

She smiled. Quietly, with a slight mockery, but with boundless warmth in her eyes.

"How I love to see my lions turn into gentle kittens."

Both turned around. Jing Yuan blinked, as if only now realizing he wasn't in a cozy home living room. Yanqing guiltily hid the pacifier behind his back.

"We were... just looking after her," the General tried to maintain his composure.

"Strategic care," Yanqing added, clearing his throat.

"Of course," she nodded, approaching and gently taking her daughter into her arms. The little one giggled happily and reached for her mother's hair. "I hope next time you'll at least try to sign the report before you start building barricades out of blankets and pillows?"

Jing Yuan barely suppressed a smile.

"I can't promise. She's too good at distracting. Just like you."

"Well, Command will have to accept it. Their General is now under the thumb of the most adorable menace in the entire galaxy."

And although time relentlessly moved forward, meetings awaited, and reports demanded attention, at that moment no one was in a hurry. In this room, another battle was being fought – for laughter and warmth, for love and tenderness, for every fleeting moment of happiness. And in this battle, they had already achieved an unconditional victory.

[rewuyuu]

[b1adie]

like dude what the hell is that.

[thelostpretzel]

[velinxi]

HSR fan art