#— jing yuan

[rossithepixie]

@lorelune

[usagiarchive]

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.

@usagiarchive 2024. do not repost, translate, or use for AI.

[teddybeartoji]

you send jing yuan some naughty pictures while he's still at work and the tension that fills the air when he finally gets back at home is nearly enough to suffocate you. he's more quiet than usual but he's still wearing that faint little smile of his and you know you're really in for it now – he takes off his boots and he takes off his coat and then he's looking straight at you.

"did you have fun, sweetheart?"

a shiver runs down your spine.

step after step, he prowls closer and closer. you let out a shaky laugh and toy with your fingers as you suddenly shrink in front of him. you know he isn't mad, you know he isn't upset, but he is still scaring you in the most delicious way possible.

the knot in your stomach grows taut at the mere ideas of what he might do next. your back meets the wall behind you and he's quick to close the distance between you; he cages you in and lets his fingers dance over your side while the others move up to cradle your jaw. he tilts your head up so you can't escape him and it's overwhelming how much presence alone he has.

he's so tall and he's so big and he's so warm and he smells so good and now he's pressed flush against you and he's staring at you like he's about to eat you whole.

leaning forward, he presses his lips against your pulse point and hums at the way you instantly melt into him. you tug at the hem of his shirt desperately and whine when he gives your waist a squeeze.

"i know you had your fun, darling, and it's only right if i have mine now, hm?"

[aventurineswife]

HII!! can i request teen!reader (platonic) with Aventurine, Jing Yuan and Argenti & how they’d react to reader accidentally breaking something, like a vase, and frantically trying to clean it up before they see it because they think character’s going to be mad at them?

In the middle of Difficulty lies Opportunity

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Teen!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Angst, Comfort, Lighthearted, Mistakes, Supportive Characters, Gentle Care.

The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of your clothes as you reached for the delicate vase sitting on the table. It was a beautiful piece, tall and elegant, with intricate designs that looked as though they were crafted by master artisans. But as you brushed past it, the vase tipped over, shattering into a million pieces on the floor.

Your heart skipped a beat as you froze. The last thing you wanted was for Aventurine to get mad—he had a way of making every mistake feel like a much bigger deal than it actually was. Panic surged through you as you knelt down, hastily trying to collect the broken shards, your hands shaking.

"Aventurine’s going to be furious," you muttered under your breath, eyeing the door nervously.

You could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, and in a desperate attempt, you grabbed a cloth and wiped at the shards as if they’d disappear. But it was too late—the door creaked open.

Aventurine stood there, a bemused smile on his face, watching you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Ah, I see. Trying to play the knight in shining armor and clean up my mess before I even notice,” he said with a soft chuckle.

You straightened up, flustered, clutching the broken pieces in your hand. “I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to—”

“No need to apologize, [Name],” he interrupted, walking toward you. He gently took the shards from your hand and placed them on the table. “If you were hoping for me to be angry, you’ll be disappointed. I’ve seen worse things happen in my time.”

Aventurine’s smile softened as he gently patted your shoulder. “I’d never be mad over something so... trivial.” His eyes held a hint of warmth beneath the facade of playful charm, and you realized he wasn’t angry at all. He was just... amused, in his own way.

You stood frozen, eyes wide as the vase tipped over and shattered into pieces on the floor. Your heart raced. This was it—the one thing you couldn’t afford to mess up. Jing Yuan had always been so calm, so collected, and the thought of disappointing him made your chest tighten.

“Oh no, oh no...” you muttered, kneeling down to pick up the broken shards. But the more you tried to clean it, the more scattered the pieces became.

You frantically glanced over your shoulder, hearing Jing Yuan’s calm footsteps growing louder. What would he think? He always seemed so composed, so in control of everything. What if this ruined that image?

But as you rushed to clean, Jing Yuan entered the room, his eyes soft yet full of curiosity. His gaze settled on the mess, and then to you, still frantic, trying to piece everything together.

“[Name],” Jing Yuan’s voice was calm, with an almost amused edge. “What is all this fuss about?”

You stood up quickly, panic still evident in your voice. “I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—! I’ll fix it, I promise!”

He stepped closer, his gaze not sharp, but understanding. “Relax,” he said softly, his hand resting on your shoulder. “It was an accident. There’s no need to rush around like that. It’s just a vase.”

“But you’ll be mad!” you protested, feeling the weight of your guilt.

Jing Yuan chuckled, a light smile tugging at his lips. “You know me better than that, don’t you? I’d never be angry over something so trivial. Accidents happen, [Name]. Let’s clean this up together, alright?”

You looked at him in surprise, his peaceful demeanor never wavering. There was no anger, only patience.

The vase shattered with a loud crack, and you froze, your heart hammering in your chest. Argenti was always so composed, so perfect, and the thought of disappointing him made you feel even worse. You quickly scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, hands trembling as you tried to gather them without cutting yourself.

“No... I have to fix this...” you whispered, panic rising in your chest.

You could hear Argenti’s footsteps approaching, and your mind raced. What if he was disappointed? What if he thought you were careless? You couldn’t bear the thought of losing his respect.

“[Name],” Argenti’s voice called softly, almost too gentle for the situation. He stood at the doorway, watching you scramble on the floor with a hint of concern in his eyes. “What’s this?”

You looked up at him, flustered, your face red with embarrassment. “I—I didn’t mean to! I broke the vase, and I thought—” You stopped, biting your lip nervously.

Argenti knelt down beside you, his expression softening. “There’s no need to worry. This is a mere trinket, nothing that will harm anyone. It’s okay.”

He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, steadying you. “Perfection is a pursuit, not an expectation. You’re allowed to make mistakes.”

His words, so simple and sincere, brought a sense of relief. You hadn’t expected him to be so calm. Argenti didn’t judge or scold you—instead, he knelt next to you, helping you clean up the mess with gentle care.

“The beauty of life,” he said softly, “lies in how we handle our mistakes. Together, we’ll restore what was broken.”

And just like that, you realized—no matter the mistake, you’d always have someone to help you put the pieces back together.

[luselih]

i will go insane i fear

listen, all i'm saying is, if jing yuan can easily wield a weapon that is so heavy it would take 2 people to lift it, then he can lift you, no matter how heavy you are.

[karmapasta05]

general special pillow

[yierrem]

image cto. karekareo on twitter/x

OUGGOUHOGUGOUHHH jing yuan and mimi for hoyofair…………… .°(ಗдಗ。)°. something something about how mimi grew together with jing yuan and made him feel younger in the best ways possible despite the responsibilities that were shoved onto him from a young age…. they make me sick /pos………

[angelfishe]

𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ( 𝐇𝐒𝐑 )

>> hsr men x reader

Character : Dr ratio, Gallagher, Sunday, aventurine, argenti, blade, Dan heng, Mr reca, Jing yuan, gepard, luocha, welt and boothill.

May contain NSFW content

⚠️ Minors do not interact please ⚠️

Dr ratio switch in my heart, there's always two outcomes when it comes into smashing, one of you guys are gonna lose and drain while the other one basks in light and happiness, and after smashing he will return back into his studies or he will teach you about his new theories while you just lay their exhausted. Or the other outcome where you win, his face would be covered in red and you would occasionally tease him while he muffled a shut up with his exhausted voice.

Gallagher immediately made your favorite drink for you after the deed was done, and sometimes when the bar is empty and no one would be seen. You and him would sneak into the back to have your break time together. He would compliment how amazing you were and how he wants to do it again but both of you have shifts in the bar so you guys have to continue it later on.

Sunday would be a blushing mess, even before him joining the astral express he would have some knowledge about intercourse but have never experienced it, but when you came along you have open his eyes into a new world of pleasure, during a session you would occasionally kiss the piercing on his wings and that would cause him to blush and cover his with his wings. And right now he's very much wishes to learn more about this new world.

Aventurine, very much love to tease you. He would put unnecessary bets so you and him would do it, every time he wins a game he would say you are his grand price after a big game. He would be smirking the entire time after finishing. Originally I like the idea of him actually being nervous of initiating intimacy due to his past but you made him feel secure and complete he completely learned how to open up. And when you kiss his mark he would immediately ingulp you in a big hug seeking your comfort.

Argenti, would praise you non stop about how beautiful you were and everything about you. He would start to worship you similar to how he worships idrila one time during a climax, he thought he saw the light and fully convinced you were the reincarnation of idrila. The bed would be covered with rose petals and both of you are lying there, he with a satisfied smile while you with a tired look .

Blade, he pretty much doesn't know how to initiate aftercare with you but he tried his best. He would wipe you with a warm cloth around your body making sure you're comfortable in any position although cannot say the same thing about your body after being twisted and moved into different positions during the entire duration of the time. He would also bring your favorite food. Pretty much sure he can go for more than another round but doesn't want to exhaust you. Even worse when his mara struck is awake you won't be walking anytime soon.

Dan heng, would brew tea for both of you making sure you are comfortable. Making sure your comfortable and warm by using the pillows of the astral express and when he's in heat you and him would stay in his room for a week with food being delivered into your rooms the best part of the archives that it sound proof making sure no one knows your business and during intimacy he would let his vividyahara self out because his comfortable with you in his true form.

Mr reca would praise you about your performance and immediately start clapping after the deed was done. Would make love scenes inspired by you guys or record to watch over and over again. He said it's a masterpiece on how both of you guys move in sync as well how angelic your voice is. Would write about a Script describing how perfect you were during intimacy. As well as talking about his new movie ideas with you during finishing or aftercare.

Jing yuan, would immediately fall asleep and give you a death grip hug. His hair is disheveled and sleep with a satisfied look as if he just finish having the best time in his and when you wake up he would be admiring you as if he had been admiring you for hours and if there's ever work the day after, he would arrive a little late due not wanting to leave you or would go to work not without leaving a note and a goodbye kiss on your fore head there's food and tea ready for you to wake up. He's very clingy post intimacy.

Gepard, a blushing mess, even tho his the captain of the silver man guards he is a total puppy in the sheets very much a pillow princess and you treat him with so much love and caress his body with so much love he would explode any second if not, would be very red in the face and shy. He so cute, he would not initiate intimacy in public but you would usually visit him to drop his lunch and it will always end up him a blushing mess and tired.

Luocha, a Disney princess, his hair spread along the sheets with his hand over his head and breathing heavily. Even in this state he would still be very beautiful like a flower, would initiate after care by healing your bruises if he ever went overboard. Would bring you hot water for your throat after being exhausted and stretched. Would leave kisses around your body.

Welt, this old man. Very clingy after intimacy would hug you 24/7 as well sometimes being awkward sense he doesn't know how to react. He would be very disheveled after intimacy and would initiate cuddling. He doesn't want to let you go after you guys came together this is perfect for him. A perfect scenario and perfect dream.

Boothill, right back at ya partner, you guys know the song saves a horse ride a cow boy well that's him. Every time if he wants Intimacy he would put his cowboy hat on your head and that's to give you the idea of what he wants. You are his reward and sun for him. After intimacy his hard drive would be overstimulated and you would be wearing his cowboy hat.

[usagiarchive]

this was so good, man i wanna have someone who is as obsessed with me as i am with them, may this type of love find me, amen.

super secret special edition SSS!

husband! jing yuan x fem pronouns reader. 1.5k words

everyone lives with secrets, even you. it's about time your husband unearths the things you've been so adamant to conceal.

[crossposted on ao3]

Tingyun knows the secret of the trade as much as she knows to keep her benefactor’s secrets.

Tourists from afar, far-reaching emissaries, foreign merchants. Secrets are both poison and leverage for all, and you are aware the amicassador does not exclude even you from this unspoken adage.

“Oh? It's Lady (Name)~ This Tingyun is always pleased to do business with my lady.”

“Tingyun…” you eyeball the tapestry hanging behind her. The Exalting Sanctum is generous with its pleasant chill. No one bats an eye as you fiddle with your warm coat that almost functions as a discreet (you hope) hood.

The worry lingers either way. A secret is both a poison and a leverage, still.

“Ah! apologies,” Tingyun's words do not match her delighted clap. “My lady—Lady Benefactor has always had many things to say of the General. This Tingyun has been swept over by your admirable enthusiasm and became clumsy with her words! Please forgive her.”

Clumsy my tail!

You were never a possessive lover. Let alone an obsessive one. It simply happens that you are not the General's spouse, but his lovely, supportive, very enthusiastic spouse.

Overheard in the Seat of Divine Foresight Gardens, an old story dictates: one may call the General’s name three times. If all is in the same breath of a praise, Lady (Name) will appear behind you, hold your hand, and talk with exuberance as she sits you down in Sleepless Earl. If all is in the same breath of a meaningless insult, she will appear with a metal coated fan to cool you down.

Which, in essence, is not untrue. And by extension, Tingyun's remark is not wrong either. But still.

“In any case,” you cough into your fist. It’s a shame that your palm is empty of the gilded hand fan Jing Yuan gifted you on your last anniversary. But business calls for sacrifices. You need your hands, preferably empty. Thus, the fan sits await in your shared abode for the span of your little excursion.

“Do you have the good stuff?”

“Certainly, Lady Benefactor,” Tingyun reciprocates your whisper, “I have the special edition goods reserved only for my VIP patron...”

Walking past the meager amount of food stalls in the Exalting Sanctum, you feel grateful for the tuskpir roll and puffergoat milk you’ve secured during your trip to Aurum Alley.

Yes, Aurum Alley. Why took the trouble to meet Tingyun first? Well. You’ve already left your love's gift away from your person. You can’t possibly leave anywhere without at least one piece of your husband, can’t you?

“Hehehehe.”

A child turns his head, and his mother beckons him away from the odd stranger. With a furrowed brow, she tears her gaze as you giggle and caress the holographic, embossed picture of Jing Yuan’s side profile; taken from one of his public appearances.

The smooth surface of the print glints in the light. Golden eyes. Silver mane. Walking past Synwood Pavilion, it’s not never that your trance grants you a scratch or bruise from hanging pots and stairs unnoticed. But this time, a kind enough stranger pulls you away from the harm.

“Thank you—ouu?!!”

The sky falls, your blood runs tepid.

Not only do the stranger keep their hold on your arm, they take the momentum to pull you close and rest a palm on the slope of your waist.

“I have not seen you since this morning, and now you try to dispose of me?”

The sharp edge of the photo card in your hand stops by a breadth of the stranger's jugular. Staring back at you are a pair of familiar eyes as golden as a spring evening.

“A-Yuan?”

“My lady,” Jing Yuan words flow easily with his small laugh. He finds no struggle in grasping the hand hovering on his neck, and before you find the tact to hide the picture you posed as an instinctual weapon, he presses a tender kiss to your wrist.

…Oh.

“A- A-Yuan.” You parrot, throat scraping dry against your voice. “I thought Master Diviner Fu and Qingzu are keeping you for the day.”

Jing Yuan’s hand is still warm against your lower back. He shakes his head. “This self is not so young anymore, and this old man needs a moment’s rest, simply.”

???! Old man my foot!!!

Your eyes dart. Hiding the embossed photo card—which discreet nature is now questionable—remains tantamount. But Jing Yuan is as cunning as he is powerful. By deliberation or spontaneous display, he envelops your figure before you choose a step; warm curls tickling your jaw as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Baobei—Jing Yuan, we’re still in public!-“

“I miss my beloved.”

Your dearest has always had a penchant for words of affection. Yet, there is a sliver of genuine fatigue in his voice, this time. Not as potent as the nights when he sought your embrace to stave away regrets and guilt of the past, but you know the shape of his ails better than anyone.

And this, for a moment, melts everything else. Sounds and colors dissolve. The world becomes nothing but him. Inconsequential; all but him.

Your lips soothe into a soft smile. Running your fingers through his pale curls, he breathes into your collarbone.

“Did you run away from the paperworks?”

“No, not this time.” His laugh tickles your neck. A sound reminiscent of Mimi’s purr. A beat, he stands straight to stare at your face before a gentle hand caresses your cheek.

“Matters have settled down early in the Seat of Divine Foresight. I rushed home to see my beloved, but fortune seems to favor my side this day.”

“Yes—well...” your tongue is heavy. Years of matrimony and you are still unable to keep up with his affections. Fortune favors your side, in fact. For this lifetime and for the next, you pray.

“I’m glad that things have settled,” you fiddle with the photo still nestled in your right hand. “I was out for a small excursion and was about to pick you up. I bought some treats as well.”

“My wife spoils me so.” You always liked the way he smiles. “Although I’d prefer my lady not get hurt and distracted in the streets, much less if I am the cause."

“What?”

Jing Yuan glances sideways, so you numbly follow his gaze.

Jumping at the realization, raw adrenaline forcibly pulls your hand behind your back, hiding the glow of the holographic photo card—special edition! Tingyun said. Though, who can deceive the Luofu Arbiter General?

You stand helpless when Jing Yuan gently reclaims your hand, slowly raising it from the shadows of your back. He hums at the glinting photo when his image is revealed for shared observation, and, to your surprise, spares no word but merely presses his lips to your knuckles.

“Fortune favors me, truly, to have such a loving beloved like you."

You make a face. Embarrassment, humor, then it all sheds to eventual amusement. You want to shake this man like a chewtoy. Turn him upside down. Rattle him.

"Since when?"

"A while."

You orchestrate a pout, "Why only tell me now?"

Jing Yuan humors you with a twinkle in his eye. "Why settle for a moment captured in time when the real one stands present before you?”

You pause.

A blink. A couple. A cycrane flies over the sky. As it departs to the horizon, so does your incredulous, airy laugh.

You made up your mind to take a strategic step backwards, putting away the photo. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“Perhaps.”

“You say that as if I didn’t notice you commissioning paintings of my image too, General”

Jing Yuan’s smile is mirthful. “So I have been caught.”

You giggle, and with or without your notice, Jing Yuan sucks in a quiet breath. An unsaid promise; another oath sworn into the silence to keep that smile safe. To ease all the tears that linger on your lashes. To soothe all the curved frowns bending your lips.

From the day he was a mere boy running late for his former teacher’s training, stumbling upon a little lady who, even then, was already brimming with a penchant for trinkets and sweets alike, to the years witnessing both of your growth, the awkward young years, the losses you both braved alone and in hand, your courtship, the day when he tied the strings of fate and bound himself to you for that day and forevermore. Even today, he had loved you. He still does, and always will.

His reverie gave you way to tiptoe and leave a ghost of a kiss to your dearest’s brow. Mimicking his frequent strategy of making a move before the adversary registers, you take his hand and lead him away from the eaved shadows of the Synwood Pavilion.

“Let’s go home, A-Yuan.”

Jing Yuan’s hand fit too perfectly, engulfing yours.

A breathless chuckle mixes with the bustle of the Exalting Sanctum; his steps pulled along with your trots. Although poor in concealment, with a series of gasps and amused murmur echoing at your wake, you pull him along to sneak through street corners and pavilions as if you are both young again. And for that moment, everything is right.

...

You’re still going to keep that holographic photo and keep it with the other stashes, though. After all, it's a super secret special edition SSS photo card!

i've been feeling lowkey anxious lately and this honk shoo mimimi man has been one of my crutches. I love him sm. legit cried at some point thinking about him zamn

[ddeltacrane]

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☃️࿌ིྀ྇⋆ 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓷𝓸𝓽 ⋆࿌ིྀ྇☃️

[blackorchid-whitelily]

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[deathwaltz-ao3]

me: i love jing yuan so much btw

my best friend, who has heard me say this at least over 34743 times and consistently listens to me yap: i know bro, i know

[caelis--art]

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[starry-boyz]

hsr au where jing yuan wakes up in the past but not quintet times more like right around when he found adopted yanqing and he gets a system (svsss style) that keeps trying to turn him into the milf/dilf mc of his suddenly otome game life like.

system: would user like to choose from one of three dialogue options during his conversation with dan heng?

jing yuan: not rea-

system: wonderful!

1) maybe we can do some…extracurriculars while yanqing is busy with sword lessons ;3

2) it really has been difficult raising yanqing on my own, i honestly would appreciate having another strong parental figure in the boy’s life…

3) my day has been fine as well, old friend

jing yuan: …. ^^;?

[sunnbnn]

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