#Jing yuan x reader

[milkbobatyun]

moments of love

pairing: jingyuan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: rumours spark to life when the most eligible bachelor of the xianzhou returns with a little boy in his arms, throwing your life in a completely new direction and unveiling hidden feelings.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: first work from a request, releasing it a lot earlier than what i planned bc this idea is simply too good ! to the anonnie who requested, i hope this is somewhat similar to what you were hoping for !! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

it was a well-known fact that jingyuan was one of, if not, the most eligible bachelor of the xianzhou. 

young ladies gossiped and flocked to gawk at the sight of jingyuan patrolling the streets in his uniform, while aunties tried to set up their daughters, and sometimes even their sons, whenever jingyuan or one of his subordinates ran errands at their store.

rumours often surfaced upon the streets of the xianzhou, whenever jingyuan is spotted talking to a young lady or makes a brief interaction with a youthful shopkeeper. unfortunately for the locals, these rumours are stamped out before they can bloom into ludicrous gossip. curiously, the only rumour that hasn’t been quashed the moment it emerged is the one about jingyuan and his secretary.

naturally, jingyuan’s return from a hard-fought battle, with a child and in his arms, no less, sends shock waves through the tight-knit planet. within an hour of his arrival back, the news had spread like wildfire.

“so that’s why he often goes missing for days on end.”

“it must be tough for him, poor general.”

“haiyah, i knew i should’ve pushed my daughter to talk to him earlier.”

unfortunately for you, as his trusty secretary and long-time friend, not only does the burden of curbing these rumors fell on your shoulders, sweeping you off your feet and burying you in paperwork, but jingyuan also finds the need to interrupt your weekends and breaks with worried text messages and phone calls, summoning you to his house as help in caring for yanqing. at least he has the decency to butter up his ‘beloved’, ‘treasured’ and ‘ever-so-capable’ friend and secretary before making his request.

thus, since the arrival of the small blonde boy, yanqing, whose face and body was littered with cuts, you have become a temporary resident of the General’s abode. unbeknownst to you, the mansion’s owner secretly hopes that you will be a permanent resident.

you play the part of many roles in the household: secretary, occasional cook and baker, medic and caretaker of yanqing. 

anxiety and stress bubbles in your chest when you watch the general spar with his little aide, their swords singing against each other and glinting in the sunlight. yanqing was a capable young lad, you knew that, but a small part of you couldn’t help but worry for him, the memory of his watery eyes and sad pout when you treated his injuries surfacing to mind.

with a gentle clink, you place the bowl of freshly cut fruit upon the mahogany table, set under the grand tree of the courtyard. suddenly the clanging of blades cease, as both adult and child alike race towards the refreshments.

jingyuan reaches for the largest piece of fruit in the bowl, but his hand is promptly smacked away by yours as you send him a sharp glare.

“you’re an adult,” you scold, teasing ringing clear in your voice, “yanqing needs to grow up, he needs the fruit more than you.”

flashing a gleeful grin at jingyuan, yanqing gladly accepts the toothpick you offer him, the fruit skewered on top. taking a triumphant bite out of the crispy fruit, yanqing dramatically savours the fruit.

“as always, this fruit is delicious!” yanqing sighs delightedly, sticking a teasing tongue out at jingyuan.

jingyuan sighs, “i can’t believe yanqing has stolen your affections in such a short time.” he complains, his eyes shining with mirth and something more raw and soft, a look that you can’t exactly put your finger on.

the sunlight filtering through the leaves makes your skin glows, jingyuan notices, your smile more gentle and cheerful as you converse with yanqing.

the warm breeze of summer cools, golden brown leaves fluttering in the winds, until the silent arrival of snow at night buries the xianzhou into a winter wonderland.

as the temperatures plummet, you begin nagging and bundling yanqing in more clothing. every time, yanqing protests that jingyuan doesn’t wear as many layers as he does, resulting in the both of them being scolded and an extra jacket bundled into jingyuan’s arms.

absentmindedly, you adjust yanqing’s scarf before reaching up and brushing stray hairs from jingyuan’s face. with your beautiful face mere centimeters from his, jingyuan can feel his ears warming when your soft breath fans across his skin.

thankfully for him, yanqing only points out the general’s tomato red ears when they have stepped out the mansion, allowing jingyuan to smoothly pin the redness on the chill of winter.

maybe that snowball fight, sans the knowledge of boss lady—yanqing’s nickname for you, under the ‘terrible’ influence of jingyuan—was not a good idea, yanqing reflected, as he lay in bed, throat sore and nose sniffling.

frankly, he was about to either roast to death or be crushed under the weight of the blankets, as well as a teenage mimi comfortably loafing on his chest. she was a new and very much treasured addition to the family, but her weight really was something.

perhaps it was the stifling heat of the room, or perhaps it was the rather high fever he was running that clouded yanqing’s brain as he drifted in and out of consciousness. when he felt the brush of fingers against his forehead, he squinted open his eyes, finding concern and worry swimming in yours as you sat by his bedside, busy wringing out the now warm towel into a nearby basin.

“thank you āniáng,” yanqing murmured sleepily, brain too fuzzy with sickness to comprenhend what he just said.

a flash of surprise ran across your face before it was chased away from your eyes by the crinkle of a smile. warmth bloomed in your chest like the first flowers of spring.

this wasn’t the first time yanqing had called you ‘mother’. you remember that time when he was leaving with jingyuan for his first patrol only a few months since his arrival on the xianzhou. your stomach was tight with knots as you instructed yanqing to stay sharp and for jingyuan to protect yanqing well, even though you were well-aware of his own capabilities from watching him spar, blah blah blah.

then, yanqing was huffing and puffing that you were “nagging like an old lady”.

when you pressed for him to promise you that he would stay safe and glaring menacingly at jingyuan to make sure he kept his word of protecting the child——as you had called yanqing, the young swordsman only sighed and rolled his eyes with amusement and slight annoyance. “yes mā.” he drawled, heaving another long sigh.

“what are you smiling about?” jingyuan enquired curiously, striding into the dim room with a steaming, bitter bowl of medicine in his hands. “plotting your next punishment for me because i had a snowball fight with yanqing?”

“precisely,” you answered with a clipped tone, joy and teasing dancing in your eyes, a hint of malice in your kindly smile. “if it wasn’t for you, yanqing’s brain wouldn’t be so fried that his tongue slips and he calls me his āniáng.”

jingyuan merely raises a quirked eyebrow, a faint smile ghosting across his lips, hidden in the shadows thrown by the room. just as he is about to reply, or make a sharp, teasing remark, he is interrupted by a small, croaky voice.

“stop bickering like an old married couple and let me rest…” yanqing groans, throwing his arms over his eyes.

throwing a playful glare at jingyuan and a mock shushing motion against your lips, you reach for the bowl in jingyuan’s hands, fingers brushing against his and sending sparks flying up jingyuan’s skin.

resting his elbows against the back of your chair, jingyuan’s head hovers near your shoulder as he observes you, his longtime friend and love, caring so gently for his little aide. adoration, pride and warmth burned bright in jingyuan’s chest.

“have you ever,” jingyuan pondered aloud, humming thoughtfully in your ear, “imagined a life together?”

red burst like fireworks across your face and dyed your ears a pretty pink, like the pink that dusts the sky at sunset. maybe it was a thought that you could entertain, some time in the near future.

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[imonlyreadingithink]

[pomegranate-theater]

Jing Yuan is kissing on your tummy, maybe driven by some desire… but when his cheek presses against your flesh, he starts to acknowledge how soft and warm it is, that he has no choice but to doze off like a content baby mid action, finding your belly a pillow better than the most expensive ones.

He also thinks it’s a shame it’d be uncomfortable for you two to sleep this way every night.

[madamofthestars]

A wonderful audience member |Mini Jing yuan headcanon

🌸You were there in the crowd watching your husband preform in the orchestra as Jing yuan take a moment to appreciate the fact that you were here to see him perform.

[aventurineswife]

Can I request Argentine, Sunday, Aventurine (our beautiful man), Dr Ratio, and JingYuan meeting their newborn? Unless you’ve done that already? If you have how about their baby’s first steps? I love Hsr as dads🥺

“Aren't they lovely? Made from love...”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Parental Love, Newborn, Tender Moments, Character Growth, Protective Parents, Family, Emotional Journey, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Light mentions of exhaustion and emotional vulnerability, Heavy emotional themes around parenting and legacy.

A/N: I love HSR men as a dads too ☹️🥺💖 ugh... They make me sick 😔💔

The sterile scent of the hospital filled the air, but to Argenti, it was all a blur. He stood, frozen at the threshold of the hospital room, gazing at the bundle in your arms. His heart swelled, and his breath caught in his chest.

“Is this... truly our child?” His voice trembled, barely above a whisper, as his gaze lingered on the tiny face that was so delicately nestled within the blankets.

You nodded softly, your tired eyes filled with warmth as you carefully rocked the baby in your arms. The light from the window highlighted the soft glow of the room, casting gentle shadows over the peaceful scene.

Argenti stepped closer, his armor clinking quietly with each measured step, as if the weight of the moment demanded reverence. When he reached your side, his hand gently brushed against your arm. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the baby, whose small, perfect features were barely visible beneath the blanket. His heart swelled with a strange, unfamiliar emotion—a tenderness so deep it almost frightened him.

The baby stirred slightly, a soft whimper breaking the silence.

Argenti’s breath hitched, and without thinking, he reached down, his fingers brushing against the baby’s tiny hand. He froze as the baby grasped his finger in a reflexive hold, a bond formed in an instant. His chest tightened with a profound sense of responsibility, but it was more than that—this was a moment that transcended duty, that spoke to a higher purpose.

“This is our legacy,” Argenti murmured, his green eyes shimmering with something beyond pride. “A new beginning... a new creation of Beauty.”

His voice faltered, the weight of his idealism tempered by the joy of this quiet moment. It was his deepest honor, his most sacred path. He wasn’t just a knight of Beauty now—he was a parent.

You smiled, and without another word, you gently placed the baby in his arms. The warmth of the newborn’s fragile body against his chest made his heart leap. Argenti’s breath was steady but strained as he held them—he was no longer just a knight. He was their protector.

“Welcome,” he whispered softly, his voice a quiet vow. “To a world of beauty, my child.”

The room was still, the gentle hum of hospital machinery in the background as Sunday stood at the threshold, his eyes fixed on the small figure in your arms. His wings fluttered behind him in subtle movements, reflecting a deep sense of awe.

His usual reflective demeanor was replaced with something tender, something uncertain, as he crossed the room slowly. His steps were quiet, measured, as if he were entering a sacred space, a new reality that was no longer just his own.

“Is it... truly happening?” he murmured, his voice barely audible, almost as if he feared disturbing the fragile beauty before him. His gaze fixed on the baby, their tiny face framed by soft blankets. The baby’s peaceful sleep seemed to mirror the calm he had once sought for himself, the tranquility he dreamed could exist in the world.

You smiled, looking up at him with exhaustion, but your eyes sparkled with the joy of the moment. “They’re ours, Sunday. Our child.”

His gaze softened, the golden halo behind his head glowing faintly as he approached you. There was an ethereal stillness in the air, almost as if the very world was holding its breath. As he reached you, his hands hovered hesitantly over the baby, his fingers shaking just slightly. It was rare to see him unsure, but this was no ordinary moment. This was the culmination of a dream, of an idealism he had once longed to protect.

With great care, you placed the baby in his arms. Sunday’s breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded in his chest, but it was a strange, unfamiliar rhythm. The baby shifted slightly, letting out a small sigh as they rested against him.

The tenderness he felt overwhelmed him, and for a fleeting moment, he felt the weight of his past fade. This moment, with the baby in his arms, felt like a redemption—a chance to embrace a future untainted by doubt.

“They’re so small,” Sunday whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. “So pure...”

His wings fluttered again, this time with a subtle warmth, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead. His usual philosophical distance melted away in the face of such innocence. In their smallness, he found a quiet hope—a vision for the world he had long sought to create.

“I promise to protect you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, filled with a devotion he had never allowed himself to feel so openly before. “You will never be alone.”

Aventurine leaned against the doorframe of the hospital room, the usual confident smile still on his face, but his eyes... his eyes were soft. His usual bravado faded as he took in the sight of you holding the tiny newborn in your arms. His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself.

“This feels like a game I wasn’t prepared for,” he said, his voice laced with a playful lightness, though there was something else beneath it—something more vulnerable. He stepped into the room, his usual confident stride faltering slightly as he crossed toward you.

You looked up, exhaustion evident in your expression, but there was an unmistakable joy that made the hospital room feel warmer than it should have. “It’s real, Aventurine. Our baby.”

Aventurine’s smile wavered, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. His eyes lingered on the baby, who had barely begun to stir, their tiny fingers curling in a peaceful sleep. There was something about their quiet form that unsettled him, yet at the same time, it soothed him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“Well, this is a gamble I’m willing to take,” he said with his usual smirk, but his voice was softer, more vulnerable than you’d ever heard. “Not sure how much I’ve got to offer, but for them...” His hand, adorned with rings and bracelets, reached out hesitantly. He paused just before touching the baby’s tiny hand, his expression shifting for a brief moment, like he was uncertain about the stakes of this particular game.

“Would you like to hold them?” you asked softly, your voice inviting him into the moment.

Aventurine’s gaze flickered to you, a mixture of admiration and fear in his eyes. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward, allowing you to carefully place the baby in his arms. His usual air of indifference disappeared the moment the baby rested against him, their warmth radiating through him in ways he hadn’t expected.

“Never thought I’d find myself like this,” Aventurine admitted quietly, his voice almost a whisper, as if he were speaking to the child and not to you. He adjusted his hold carefully, his usual calculated movements softer now. “But I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially one like this.”

He smiled again, the carefree facade returning, though now it seemed tinged with something deeper—something more sincere. “You’re a high-stakes gamble, my little one, and I plan to win.”

He looked down at the baby, his sharp, calculating mind shifting toward this new, unpredictable chapter of his life, and for once, the gamble didn’t feel so daunting.

In that moment, he understood something he’d never truly grasped before—there was no strategy in the world that could prepare him for this. And for the first time in a long while, Aventurine found himself willing to bet on something truly precious.

The sterile hum of the hospital room was a sharp contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in Ratio’s mind. He stood by the door, his usual confident stride stilled for the first time in years. The hospital room before him seemed alien, the soft glow of the lights and the warmth of the blankets a world away from his usual studies and experiments. Yet, there you were, cradling the tiny bundle in your arms, and everything else seemed to fade into the background.

“Is this... really our creation?” Ratio’s voice was lower than usual, a rare vulnerability showing beneath his usual sharp tone. His intense eyes were fixed on the baby, and despite his vast intellect, he seemed almost... uncertain.

You smiled softly, exhaustion in your expression, but your eyes sparkled with pride. “Yes, Veritas. This is our child.”

Ratio approached slowly, his mind still whirring with the logical implications of what had just occurred, yet his heart—unexpectedly—began to race. The baby stirred gently in your arms, their tiny hand curling around a corner of the blanket.

He knelt beside you, the brilliant mind now focusing solely on the life before him. His fingers twitched, hesitant at first, before they reached out and brushed against the baby's tiny, delicate hand. The baby’s tiny fingers grasped his in response, and Dr. Ratio froze, his breath catching in his chest.

“This... this is our legacy,” he whispered, the words feeling foreign on his lips but true nonetheless. “Our chance to eradicate ignorance.” His voice held a note of something deeper—an unspoken vow.

You carefully placed the baby in his arms, the weight of their small form bringing a strange sense of peace that Ratio hadn’t known he was capable of feeling. The warmth of the newborn’s body settled against his chest, and for a moment, all the grand theories and academic pursuits seemed distant. This was a different kind of knowledge—one of pure love and responsibility.

“Welcome to the universe, little one,” he murmured softly, his usual air of self-assurance softening. “I’ll ensure you have the tools to understand it, all of it.” His voice was firm, but there was a newfound tenderness there that even he couldn’t deny.

The room felt unusually still as Jing Yuan stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the small form you held in your arms. His usually calm and collected demeanor seemed to waver, and for the first time in a long while, a quiet uncertainty flickered across his face. The light of the hospital room reflected in his hair, making him appear even more ethereal, as if the moment was beyond his reach.

“Are they really... ours?” His voice, usually so commanding, was now tinged with awe, almost reverence. His gaze was soft, tracing every tiny feature of the baby nestled in your arms.

You looked up, your exhaustion fading in the presence of this tender moment. “Yes, Jing Yuan. This is our child.”

Jing Yuan’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, the usual air of composure replaced by something far more profound. He stood by your side, his large frame somehow looking smaller in the presence of such innocence. You carefully placed the baby in his arms, and for a moment, Jing Yuan seemed to freeze, as though unsure of how to hold this tiny life.

The baby shifted slightly, their soft breath a quiet reminder of the fragility of life. Jing Yuan’s hands, strong and capable from centuries of leadership, trembled ever so slightly as he adjusted his grip. His heart pounded in his chest, not with the rush of battle, but with something gentler, more protective.

“They’re so small,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking. The weight of the moment seemed heavier than any military battle he had ever faced.

He looked down at the baby, his eyes reflecting the love and wisdom he had accumulated over centuries. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, and for once, the world seemed still.

“I will protect you, little one,” he vowed quietly, the soft flutter of his capes the only sound in the room. “You will know peace, just as we do.” His fingers gently stroked their tiny hand, and in that instant, Jing Yuan knew that the battle for this child’s future would be his most important yet.

[22ayla21]

I suddenly crave some angst with comfort and so what I have in mind is mc being a well known warrior who was recently deployed to fight off a war.

But the aftermath left mc with a scar goes all the way from under the eye to the neck. It made her so insecure which resulted in her avoiding her husband, but of course they would immediately notice and find out the reason why mc is avoiding them.

They approach mc one night and assured her that no matter how much scar she gains, they still see her as the most beautiful person in the whole universe.

Sooo for who I have in mind with this idea is Jing Yuan, Mydei, Phainon and whoever you might want to add!

I love your works by the way I always check your blog to see your new posts

Scar

She returned from the war not only with emotional wounds but also physical ones, which caused her to avoid him.

Loufu greeted her return with silence. The war was over. The Xianzhou army returned victorious, but losses were inevitable. She survived, but at what cost?

A deep, ugly scar, stretching from her cheekbone to her neck, reminded her of how the enemy's blade had nearly ended her life.

Before, looking in the mirror, she saw a determined, strong woman, equal to General Jing Yuan. Now, her gaze avoided her own reflection. She didn't cry or complain. She just started avoiding him. She didn't seek his gaze, didn't touch him as before. She spoke little, and if he was near, she found any excuse to leave.

He wasn't blind and noticed everything immediately.

One night, when Loufu was bathed in soft moonlight, he entered her chambers. She sat by the window, back straight, hands folded in her lap. From the outside, she seemed calm, but her fingers were frantically gripping the fabric of her clothes.

She heard his footsteps but didn't turn around. He approached, sat beside her, allowing silence to fill the space between them.

"Why are you avoiding me?" She flinched, not from his voice, but from his closeness.

"I…" she stammered. "I'm not avoiding you."

"Don't lie." She pressed her lips together, then turned sharply to him, looking straight into his eyes.

"Have you seen me? Have you seen what's become of me?" He looked at her intently.

"I see." She took a shuddering breath.

"I… I've become ugly." He frowned.

"Who told you that?"

"It's obvious, Jing Yuan!" her voice trembled, she clenched her fists tightly. "Don't you see? This scar… it… I'm not the same as before."

Silence fell.

Then he raised his hand and gently touched her face, running his fingers along the scar. She flinched but didn't pull away.

"Silly," he said softly. She blinked in surprise. He ran his thumb across her cheek, then down to her neck, tracing the line of the scar.

"Do you think one mark will change how I see you?" his voice was low, calm, but filled with firm assurance. "Do you think it will change my feelings?"

"No matter how many scars you have, you will always be the most beautiful in the entire universe to me."

She didn't know what to say. His words, so calm and confident, caused a sharp pain in her chest.

Then something inside her broke. She closed her eyes, and the first tears rolled down her cheeks. Jing Yuan pulled her close, hugging her tightly. And in that moment, she realized he was right.

Mydei wasn't one for empty words. He was used to actions, but with her, he understood: sometimes you need to speak. Especially now.

Her scar, from her eye to her neck, tormented her from the inside. Not just a wound – a heavy weight on her heart. In the war, she did everything she could, but this mark became a symbol of loss, of her confidence.

When she returned home, she hid the scar. She dressed so it wouldn't be seen, even in their secluded home. She avoided his gaze when they were near. Her gestures became cautious, her words quiet in his presence. She tried not to meet his eyes, afraid to see the disgust in his gaze that she thought might be there.

Mydei noticed. He immediately understood it was about the scar, that he couldn't just stand aside.

At night, when she was almost asleep, Mydei suddenly sat beside her, quietly. Without saying a word, he touched her shoulder, making her turn around. His eyes held so much sincerity and understanding that she gasped.

"You shouldn't hide it," he whispered, but his voice was firm. "I won't look at you any differently. You're already the most beautiful."

She was silent, her lips trembling, but he saw her chest rise with each breath, how she tried to hold back tears. He didn't look away, not letting her escape from answering.

"I love you," Mydei continued, "and no matter how many scars you have, you will still be the most beautiful woman in the entire universe to me."

Her eyes misted over, and finally, she allowed herself to cry quietly, not hiding her feelings. Mydei hugged her, holding her close, not letting her retreat into her self-isolation. He was there. And he wasn't going to let her go.

The war took her away for a long time. When she left, he knew: she was strong, smart, an experienced warrior. She knew how to protect herself and others. He believed her skills were her safety. But no one expected the war to leave such marks – not only on her soul but also on her body.

She returned – different. Her steps were cautious, her gaze averted. Before, her eyes held determination, confidence, but now – emptiness. She kept her distance, as if hiding something.

And he saw the scar.

A thin line from her eye to her neck – when she tucked her hair behind her ear. A sword mark – deep, painful. Not only on her body but also in her soul. A warrior, pride – and suddenly vulnerability, weakness.

She avoided his gaze, her hands nervously covering the scar. And the conversations – not the same as before. He couldn't stay silent.

One night, she was in the shadows, hiding her face. He approached quietly.

"You know I love you, right?" and, without waiting for an answer, "I love you not for your appearance, not for your scars. For your strength, kindness, determination. You are the most beautiful person. Even with this scar."

She was silent, but her breathing evened out, the tension left. He sat beside her, took her hand, and was silent. He knew time was the best healer. She would accept herself.

"I'm here, always," he added softly. "Scar or no scar. You are the most beautiful."

She didn't answer, but her heart felt lighter. And maybe, just maybe, she would believe she was beautiful – no matter what.

[pyract0]

╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)

☁︎First proper post back in a bit over a month! Will start writing longer stuff again but gonna go a little slower for now.

☁︎Short! Might write longer fics on specific one's at a later date but more just putting my thoughts down currently! (Lowkey cooked these up at like 1am while laying in bed)

☁︎ Warnings: Angst, just angst with no comfort. Love angst even though it physically hurts me to read or write, Mentions of death/ loss. Gore and cannibalism for Jiaoqiu's part

☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", Jiaoqiu has a longer part cause first time writing for him :)

☁︎ Jing yuan, Blade, Sunday, Dan heng, Boothill, Jiaoqiu

╰┈➤ Jing yuan

You being his spouse at the same time he had Mimi, someone who helped care for the big cat. Not being a long life species, you were bound to pass before him and when you did, he kept everything of yours tucked away somewhere to preserve your memory. Yet as more time passes, he slowly begins to forget your face and over the centuries all his photos of you eventually end up lost or destroyed.

Imagine Jing yuan napping more frequently the longer that passes trying to engrave your face into his memories, but with each passing day your face becomes more and more blurry.

Eventually he forgets you all together, only having a name that no longer holds any meaning.

╰┈➤Blade

Yingxing being hopelessly in love with you but never asking you out, knowing his time with you would be limited due to your species being that of a longer life span. A while after his "death" you also pass, never finding out of his true feelings, seemingly hitting the end of your love story that never took off.

You meet again in your next life, running into your reincarnation constantly during his time in Penacony, two lost souls who managed to find their way back to each other. Yet, you don't remember him and you are one of the only things he does recognise from his past.

Blade who is now stuck with you, never losing his past feelings and forced to watch as you start anew with someone else because he was nothing more than a stranger now.

╰┈➤ Sunday

Sunday doing everything in his power to reinforce the dreamscape, to make it the place for you to spend out the rest of his life together. When he loses his fight and everything comes crumbling down, being taken in by the Astral express, he loses you too.

Not because of any deal that caused eternal separation, simply the fact that the dreamscape was the only thing keeping you from being simply a memory. He had already lost you, yet the place created allowed you to return to his side.

He had refused to accept your death when it happened, now it was like you had died all over again.

╰┈➤ Dan heng

You who he had never even met, never uttered a word to yet falling for. Dan heng who retained some of his previous incarnations memories, including those of you. He could never have you, didn't even know if you were still alive. Couldn't even recall your name but he found himself growing attached.

He was stuck in the past, living through someone else's eyes, yet he didn't care if it meant being closer to you.

Though you were forever out of reach.

╰┈➤ Boothill

Boothill who after the loss of his family and home planet, keeps a flash drive of his happiest memories somewhere easily accessible to him. Often spends his nights when he isn't completing bounties just watching through his life with you and your adopted daughter like a movie.

Though he eventually loses the drive, maybe destroyed or simply misplaced in a haze, feeling as if a part of his was lost. Gave up his own mortal body to extend his life to avenge you, but without the constant reminder he cherished begins losing hope.

╰┈➤ Jiaoqiu (This is based on a theory(?) I saw of borisin meat being capable of healing, gore and cannibalism warning!)

Jiaoqiu who after losing his vision to the poison, slowly starts losing hope of finding someone able to heal the injury. You, his spouse who was born with borisin blood, feeling guilty even though you had no part in the incident in the shackling prison. Wanting to do something, anything if it meant helping him, you used yourself to heal him.

As a denizen of the abundance, your body had something that was keeping you seemingly immortal, healing you beyond something natural. You exploited it, at the risk of your own life.

It started off small, extracting your blood and using it as "medicine". Yet it wasn't enough, and you were too stubborn to fail the promise of restoring his eyesight. Then it was half of your own vision, an eye for an eye. Still nothing.

Without knowing he was eating away at you. Literally. The incision from the kidney you tore out of your own body was messily stitched, chunks of your flesh missing. Even if he Jiaoqiu could tell something was wrong, he never mentioned it, ignoring the distinctive, metallic scent that made his nose twitch is discomfort. He had always liked your cooking, yet the meat began to feel off the more days that passed.

Bandages became like a second skin to you, ivory stained with a deep crimson that kept spreading. Maybe it was more he needed, maybe something of more worth, you weren't going to stop until he could see again.

Your liver? You can live with half of one.

If it meant repaying the sins of your species and their crimes, you were willing to sacrifice your body for your lover.

And eventually it began to work, Jiaoqiu waking up being able to see. Albeit blurry, he could see, to make out the shape of your stumbling form coming closer to your shared bed he occupied. You had succeeded in fulfilling your promise, just for his last memory of you to be that of you collapsing covered in poorly wrapped bandages and sloppy stitches over your abdomen.

╰┈➤ Note

Don't know what possessed me to write Jiaoqiu's, not my usual thing but I got the idea and lowkey had to write that down.

Sorry for all the deaths, you get 5 big booms.  💥  💥  💥  💥  💥

[sourplumtext]

Who could possibly say that Jing Yuan was a bully? Certainly not anyone on the Luofu. Not any of those working at the Seat of Divine Foresight, nor any of the Cloud Nights for that matter.

Surely it couldn't have been you? No - what could he have done so wrong? He swore he had been such a gentleman. What do you mean he hadn't listened? What do you mean he kept going? No, you don't mean that. Not when you were begging for it. Not when you were drooling all over his cock. Not that time? Well, you couldn't mean when you were the one bouncing on his cock all night? Oh, but you love it so much, dear, you said so yourself. "Please," you said. "Pleasepleasepleasepl"- What? You didn't mean it? Didn't mean it when you were begging for him to split you open? To fill you up with his cum? He had hesitated, after all. He had gone so so slowly, but you were begging him over and over again to give you more. You can't blame a man for acting the way he did.. Not when you were laying there oh so sweetly, looking up at him with those eyes. Were you crying? Did it hurt? "No," you said. "Keep going- please-," you said. He hated to see you look so sad. He was so sorry that it wasn't enough for you. So sorry, in fact, that he took it upon himself to flip you over and give you everything you wanted. To the public, he was an honorable man. In private, he was no better. The honorable thing to do was to drown you in this feeling you begged for so fervantly. You kept asking, so he kept giving it to you in every way he knew how. Was that something you regretted? Didn't seem that way. Even when he came inside, filling up your womb with his cum, you still weren't satisfied. You whined when he pulled out. He pushed two fingers into you, replacing his cock as he stuffed his cum back into your gaping hole. Your legs continued to shiver as he did it, and you kept making noises as if you wanted more. How could he deny you? To give him every signal... Wasn't it intentional? It's a bit unfair to call him a bully when you're the one that wanted it, no?

[impactedfates]

Hi I see that you open submission 👀 so, I want to put into your submission 3 character for dan heng, sunday and jing yuan (separate) with fem reader

The alphabet is : A,B, I, J, W (for all of them)

Hihi :3 Sorry for taking awhile, here's your request done <33 I hope it's good!

A - Affection (How they show they love you)

Staring, long and loving staring. There doesn't even need to be sound between you both, whether you're yapping away about things you love, telling him stories or you're also silent, maybe drawing or reading. He enjoys staring. At first he got embarrassed when you noticed, he let out a rare blush before turning away.

But now a days he continues, even if you do notice him. Even if your eyes meet and the two of you have an unintentional staring contest. He is more than content to continue. Even if no words are exchanged between the two of you, you know this is him silently telling you he loves you, silently telling himself how lucky he was to have you.

B - Blessing (Would they get your families blessing?)

I think so, maybe your family is a bit off due to his silent nature, but they give him a chance and they're so happy they did. Even if he is more on the quiet side, they see how well he treats you, how he holds onto the corners of the tables as you two walk by.

The grip he has around you if he sees someone try to flirt with you. I feel your parents are more than happy that you two are dating, and if you plan on marrying each other. They'll be so happy.

I - "I love you" (When's the first time they say this?)

Me thinks this was after a particularly long mission, you had just come back and quickly sought out your boyfriend, as soon as you entered you felt his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You feel his tail join the hug, his breath hot against your neck as he nuzzles in.

"...I missed you"

He mumbled into you're neck, urging you to lay next to him in bed. He was so worried during the mission. As you lay down and make yourself more comfortable, ready for bed. You can't help but hear him utter out the words:

"I love you"

J - Jealousy (How jealous are they?)

I wouldn't think Dan Heng would be too too jealous. He knows you love him but he can get possessive at times, especially when others try and flirt with you, right in front of him no less. His arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you closer, trying to make it very clear you're taken.

If they persist, he'll be able to keep calm but he'll out right tell them you're taken. If they still do it? He isn't hesitant to take you somewhere else, as long as the other doesn't try anything, like try to hit you or aeon forbid hit you. He's pulling out that spear as soon as he sees them even try and grab you.

W - Wedding (Are they thinking of marriage? Are they ready for it?)

He's thought of it, and he'd love to finally put a ring on your finger, but he's not sure if he's truly ready. He feels there's too much of his past that still needs to be dealt with.

Still stuff in his past he'd rather not bring him down as he continues. There's also the fear of your own life. Assuming the fact you're not from the Xianzhou nor a Vidyadhara or in general. Just have a regular human life. He's scared of loosing you, sure it'll still be a long while before your day comes but knowing he'd outlive you so a thought he'd rather not think about. He's still debating it though, he just doesn't know what choice he'll finally make.

A - Affection (How they show they love you)

He likes doing things for you, at first it was a small means of apologising for his previous actions, this amplifies if you two were already in an established relationship before the Penacony events.

Then it became a habit, even after he's been told he didn't have too. He wanted to for you. He himself enjoyed seeing your face of gratitude as he placed a cup of tea or coffee next to you as you worked.

He loved seeing your excited face as he fixed perhaps a plushie you had ripped by accident. Loved hearing you laugh as he attempted to help you with your work despite not knowing anything.

B - Blessing (Would they get your families blessing?)

This all depends, pre-penacony story? Yes of course, especially if your parents were from Penacony. What do you mean you managed to make the Head of the Family fall for you? Not saying you couldn't but they would've never thought to see him at their door, asking for their blessing.

It's a bit more complicated after the Penacony events, especially again if your parents were from Penacony. They wouldn't know the full extent as to why he did what he did, not that it made things better of course but I feel hearing his explanation may make your family be a tiny bit more okay with him.

Though as it is, they need to get to know him much much better. You can ask them to be less overbearing about it and Sunday can apologise. But it'll be a bit harder to get your families blessing this time.

I - "I love you" (Whens the first time they say this?)

I'd like to think your his first I love you was infact when he confessed (or you, but he's still saying it)

Sure maybe people will think it's too fast but if he likes someone he wants to try and be direct. Even if the nerves in him are killing him slowly. He spokes softly, gently. As if you were glass that could be shattered if he spoke an octave higher.

He makes sure the confession is perfect, even if it'll hurt him if you reject him. It's set perhaps in a flower garden, all the flowers matching either your favourite colour, scent or in general. The flowers you like, he'll take your hand gently and recite the script he has written for this moment.

"Ah, perhaps I've talked for far too long but...I just want to let you know that I love you"

J - Jealousy (How jealous are they?)

A bit more jealous, he loves you. He's scared of loosing you, if he sees another person trying to flirt with you, he'll quickly cough, interrupting the conversation before looking away. If he was still the Head of the Family it would be a bit simpler, perhaps the man would quickly back off even without asking who you were to him.

But without his status, people don't truly care all too much. And he's not a fan of that. There are some who may recognize his previous status and back off, or know of what he did and still do. But when it comes to the ones who still flirt, Sunday is willing to let the other know that you're taken.

Holding your hand, kissing your cheek or kissing you on the lips, calling you pet names. All this in front of him. That or he may sulk a bit, don't worry. As long as you're there he'll feel better.

W - Wedding (Are they thinking of marriage? Are they ready for it?)

He wants to marry you, but for now he'll wait. He wants to wait for the best time and similar to Dan Heng, he feels there's too much in his past that he feels he needs to deal with first.

Yes you two are already dating, but marriage to him is such a big next step, he doesn't wish to burden you with it, even if you technically are and are willing to help, he feels marriage makes it much too more personal. Once he's ready and felt like his past isn't weighing him down as much anymore. He's ready to find that perfect ring for you to adorn your finger.

A - Affection (How they show they love you)

Tons of different ways or physical affection is his favourite. When he's tired, he'll come to wherever you are and lay on your chest or lap. Or even just beside you. You presence alone is enough to lull him to sleep.

He loves hugging you too, especially from behind, doesn't even matter if you happen to be taller than him, he'll still love his hugs from behind oh and he'd be swooning if you did the same. He's already heads over heels for you, don't give him another reason to be. As long as he has you by his side, he'll have his arms around you.

He loves you so deeply.

B - Blessing (Would they get your families blessing?)

Oh hell yes I think, what do you mean you're dating one of THE generals of the Loufu. Huh?? Did they miss a page??? Of course he has their blessing, maybe they're iffy and cautious encase the talks of him being a gentle and kind yet strict general are false and he's different behind closed doors.

But those thoughts die away quickly as he sees how in love with you he is. Still opening doors for you, pulling out chairs. All of it, and he truly is a kind general as he helps them as well. He is such a nice man, he gets that blessing rather quickly, probably one of the quickest out of all hsr characters.

Oh do get married soon, he's just perfect.

I - "I love you" (Whens the first time they say this?)

I see it as a random day, you two are looking at the stars, his head on your lap as he slowly flutters his eyes closed. He hears you laugh softly, thinking he's asleep.

He hears you lean down and place a kiss on his forehead then nose, mumbling out a soft and gentle:

"Sleep well"

Then and there is when he realised he wants to spend so much of his life with you. Then and there is when he opens his eyes slowly, reach a hand up to rub a finger against your check and say:

"I love you"

J - Jealousy (How jealous are they?)

I think he's rather chill around most people, even if they try to flirt...well, not many would dare try and flirt with one of the generals lovers. Especially with him around so he had no thoughts... had

The first time he saw someone flirting with you, especially after seeing you try and say you were taken, he's quickly ignore whatever he was planning on doing (or doing anyways) and walk over, gently leading your face to him and kissing you softly.

When he pulls away, he has a knowing smile on his face that he shows the other person who tried flirting. Needless to say, not many come back after trying to flirt with Jing Yuans partner.

W - Wedding (Are they thinking of marriage? Are they ready for it?)

Oh he wants too, he so so wants to. Before all of that though, he wonders how it'll be like for you if you ever await his return from a mission but don't return. How it'll be like if he ever outlived you, or worst yet get mara struck. Of course the whole outliving thing depends on your species but he's still scared of possibly loosing you due to your association with him.

Against all else though, he still wants to and probably will after a bit longer. To ensure your safety though, he may ask for you to have a bodyguard. That you help choose of course, you have to be comfortable.

One last Alphabet event left hehe. Hopefully I'll get it done at the end of this month or a week into the next. I hope you guys like this <33

[pranabefall]

My own thoughts is if jing yuan would have a nice singing voice. He has a good baritone and I don't doubt that he has some pitch range. But I am so endeared by the thought that he is always a little off key. He either goes too low or too high and you're left busting a gut over a voice break during karaoke.

[idiakisser]

any jing yuan likers here……

ignore if the anatomy is shit i literally do not gaf

[yourfavouritecitizen]

Does someone know that one fanfic : where Jing Yuan kind of sternly says “Not right now” to Yinqang, and the reader and Jing Yuan had like a little argument. Please i cant find it 😭

[pomegranate-theater]

your thoughts on yan! jing yuan who fucks reader with the help of aphrodisiac?👀

Mmm now, that depends on what has led to this moment?

Was Jing Yuan so desperate for you, but didn’t want to make intimacy too stressful or painful for you who’d struggle a lot?

Or is this supposed to be a punishment?

In the first scenario, Jing Yuan would pick an aphrodisiac with a smallest count of likely side effects, not hitting your body with arousal and flush too hard — just something to make you more relaxed, with your pussy loosened enough for his big size to fit into, and so you’re also not trying to scratch his eyes out.

He’s gentle with you, knowing heightened sensitivity can easily put you through pain if he stimulates you too intensely. With how affectionate and praising his words would be, your incoherent mind would play tricks on you and make you think he’s a loving man. Jing Yuan doesn’t want to put through you pain and fear, simultaneously knowing he’s terrible as he’s really self aware type of yandere, but he’s never been too much selfless either — he’ll take care of you out of love, yet he wants you and your cooperation too, and so if you make him wait for him to have you for too long, he’ll simply come and get you. If aphrodisiacs are supposed to make it less hard on you, then he’ll gladly stick to that method for first few times you have sex together, until you gotten used to him and can handle it fully sober.

I can imagine him just:

He’s been kissing up your thigh, holding your shaky legs over his shoulders with him between them, in bed, on his belly. It was hard to follow up and comprehend everything happening, that began out of nowhere after you’ve eaten dinner, but the truth you for sure knew was how sensitive and prone to pleasure your body became; drowning in heat. “You are so beautiful, darling… just meant to be watched by me,” he murmured with another smooch on your thigh.

You suddenly tried to get away as you felt a wet and coarse muscle, your senses picking up on the texture in much more amplified way — Jing Yuan began to eat you out and the pleasure you felt was actually more scary than normal.

He didn’t let you go, shushing you against pussy. “It’s okay. You can take it,” then he was onto slurping anything your hole has gathered under the effect of the aphrodisiac and he groaned. “I’ve always known you’d taste good, but this…”

He sucked on your clit, still careful to not put too much of the suction, his nose already wet with your juices that also made it worse when it would sometimes bump against it too. “I’ll gladly do this everyday, if you only wish to come to me with a request,” his stomach twisted in excitement at getting you so addicted to this pleasure you finally stop hesitating.

Yes, once he makes you come on his tongue three times so he has caught up by all the times he couldn’t taste you, he’ll finally have you on his cock too.

For the second scenario, Jing Yuan shows his meanie side; yet still is burying it under the disguise of your caring lover.

Perhaps you’ve been too snappy towards him lately. He could take some rebellion, especially when he knew how the situation of living with him against your will would affect you, but there was a thin line between this and you being straight up ungrateful, rejecting every of his gestures — not even about sex, just anything in general (arguably the worst for him is destroying a homemade meal he’s made for you with love, he can take you wanting to sleep separately, but anything more personal…)

When you are put on the aphrodisiac, not only it is unbearable, either the dose is too high or the drug is inherently that potent; you’re also least expecting when it happens. A slip of it into a food he ordered, not traceable by lack of scent, that few minutes after having your belly full you’re suddenly aching and throbbing between your legs.

Jing Yuan is just doing his usual thing in the background, playing innocent card by feigning ignorance, as if none of it was happening — nor by his hand.

When you walk around, trying to find a place to settle down, you are too restless. Your first attempt to deal with the problem is self-pleasure, but… you quickly find out humping against your pillow, and your fingers inside don’t scratch the itch at all.

He waits for a moment before you have no choice but to turn to him, but since this is supposed to be a punishment:

He wasn’t letting you have relief any easy way. When you approached him about this, you were almost begging for his cock at this point, too delirious to fully grab the concept of him being the one who did this to you. You crawled onto his lap when he was casually watching some movie, and he didn’t acknowledge you until you had to voice out your pleads. “Jing Yuan… please, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you need to…! You need to help me!”

Only then he turned his head to look at you, hands holding onto your hips but not hard enough, just teasingly brushing them to make you even more mad. With his fringe covering his eyes almost entirely, among your feverish brain, you don’t catch the glimpse of satisfaction in them. “Help you with what, exactly?”

You groaned when he didn’t immediately get onto the business, too impatient. Yet it’s also very self-deprecating to be asking for something you’d been rejecting for months, as if you’ve been a liar the entire time. “I need you,” you forced out.

Jing Yuan smiled, and brushed sweaty hair off of your face. “Need me for what, exactly?”

The response drove you further mad, and at this rate, you had no choice but to blurt it out so he can’t twist your words again. “I need you to fuck me!” you exclaimed with desperation, almost crying.

He pretended to be shocked, as if not at all expecting something so filthy from your lips. “Ah, you mean, you’re sexually frustrated?”

The way he put this into more methodical words left you even more flustered, but you nodded, having no defenses left.

“Well, I’m rather enjoying the movie I’m watching, and I wouldn’t want to miss any crucial moments, so perhaps…” he swiftly maneuvered you to be straddling his right thigh, and you gasped as the hard muscle brushed against your swollen clit. You immediately wrapped your arms around him and rested your face in the crook of his neck, already overwhelmed. But both of you knew this was nowhere near enough — he was denying you on purpose.

“You can have my thigh, for now. I’ll get to you once the movie is over.”

[riddlesrose]

"is he single!?" your attention is drawn behind you, to where a group of insignificant chatterboxes cluster together like they're trying to start a mob. their quips died down instantly when someone in the group shushed the rest and you released the breath you were holding. you return your attention to your friends in front of you.

a few minutes pass and another comment catches your ear, "i mean, there's a leech on his side, but other than that, just look! he's so picture perfect." you fight the urge to crane your neck around, to stare directly into the heart of the group with piercing eyes, to let them know that they are anything but quiet. all the while hoping they're not talking about your boyfriend, who's arm is wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you ever so close. like a leech.

you snicker to yourself at the backwards use of their ugly nickname, gaining the attention of your boyfriend, who asks what's so funny, and comments that no one said anything worth laughing over.

"oh, no reason." you smile as you wrap an arm around to rest on his back. what he can't see is that you folded all fingers down but the middle one so that you're flipping off the group of prattlers stood behind him.

you lean into his side more and press a sweet kiss onto his cheek, he retorts by turning you back to him and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips as muted gasps and scoffs were heard. someone in the group attempts to silence their peers but their calls fall upon deaf ears. "whatever, let's go."

you relax against him as the group disperses, a content sigh escape your lips.

a moment passes, before your boyfriend leans to whisper, "were they bothering you?"

"what? no!" yes. they were annoying. is what you meant.

your boyfriend kisses your temple, "sure. oh, and you're not a leech, my love." you turn your face away, hiding the heat that rushes to your cheeks at the fact he cracked your code so quick.

if your friends could look any more grossed out at the sickly sweet pda, they probably would. but you don't care, your boyfriend is the sweetest 🤍

satoru gojo, suguru geto, tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, kazuha kaedehara, ayato kamisato, jing yuan, argenti, tenya iida, ejiro kirishima, & your favourite

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[aventurineswife]

You know those videos of Dads and their dad reflexes with their baby’s? Like how they catch their kids before they land on their heads? Can I request Aventurine, Sunday, Dr Ratio, Blade, and Jing Yuan doing that?

Not really part of the request but I like to think Yanqing made it his mission to be a “big brother” to his generals new baby and has had a moment where he was alone watching the baby and saved it from hitting their head poor guy probably panicked💀

Caught in the Moment

Tags: Aventurine, Sunday, Blade, Jing Yuan, Ratio, Domestic Fluff, Fatherhood, Protective Dads, Gentle Moments, Character Reflection, Calm Affection, Parenthood, Quiet Peace.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (Blade), Mentions of immortality (Blade), Mild violence (mentions of near danger).

A/N: please, he probably had a heart attack! 😭🙏

It was a quiet evening at Aventurine's lavish home, the dim glow of luxurious lamps casting a soft hue over the room. He sat at the long, sleek table in the dining room, tapping a pen rhythmically against the polished wood as he mulled over some calculations. Despite the grandiose trappings of his surroundings, tonight wasn’t about strategy or high-stakes games—this was his time with the child.

Aventurine’s latest gamble was one he hadn't anticipated: fatherhood. And while he was known for his cunning and calm in the face of danger, he had no strategy for this—no game to play. His child was his greatest unknown, and they had a way of defying expectations.

Suddenly, from across the room, the unmistakable sound of small feet scurrying broke the silence. Before he could register the moment fully, there they were—his little one, gleefully running toward him. But, alas, the floor was slippery beneath their tiny shoes.

Aventurine’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he pushed himself from the table, his expression an unreadable mask, though his body tensed as he tracked their trajectory. His child, still oblivious to the danger, began to stumble—hands reaching forward for balance, their tiny body tipping perilously.

His movements were lightning-quick. Without hesitation, he swept in and caught them mid-air, lifting them up just before they could crash into the floor. His arms cradled them with the same calculated precision he applied to business deals.

They giggled, unaware of the near disaster, while Aventurine couldn’t suppress a small, wistful smile. The adrenaline rush of the moment lingered for only a second, but it made him realize that, in this chaotic game of life, he’d finally found something worth playing for.

"Careful there," he said, his voice light and playful, masking the fleeting unease he felt inside. "You’ve got to pace yourself in this game."

The room was bathed in the soft glow of early evening, a tranquil calm that was almost otherworldly. Sunday stood by the window, his gaze drifting toward the distant horizon as he reflected on his recent decisions. His mind, always occupied by existential ponderings, occasionally sought refuge in the simple joy of watching his child play.

They were playing by the couch, their little fingers gripping the soft carpet beneath them as they tried to stand, tottering on wobbly legs. Sunday smiled softly, his eyes flickering with pride. A part of him couldn’t help but admire the resilience they displayed—a quality he himself had struggled to find in his own past.

As they took another step, Sunday’s serene focus shifted into mild alarm when they lost their balance. Their body tipped forward, heading toward the edge of the coffee table.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sunday’s wings fluttered slightly—a subconscious reaction—and he moved forward, his tall figure flowing across the room in a series of graceful strides. He reached out just in time, his hands effortlessly catching them before they could collide with the table.

The little one blinked up at him, eyes wide in surprise, and he simply smiled softly, cradling them close to his chest. It was the kind of simple moment that his idealistic heart cherished—a moment that needed no words, just the soft comfort of protection.

“You’ve got to learn to balance in life,” he murmured gently, his voice like a soft breeze. “But don’t worry, I’m here to help you.”

For a brief moment, he felt the conflicting pull of his old idealism—his desire to shield them from harm, even if it meant navigating the murky waters of his own internal struggles. But for now, he let that quiet turmoil fade into the background, focusing only on the warmth of the child in his arms.

The laboratory-like atmosphere of Ratio’s home was filled with the soft hum of mechanical devices and the constant presence of books and research papers, creating an environment that was always abuzz with activity and intellect. Despite his usual air of self-assurance, today was different. Today, he had been tasked with looking after his child while he took a break from his intellectual pursuits.

Ratio was sitting at his desk, absently fiddling with his latest experiment, when a sudden shriek broke his concentration. Looking up, he saw his child—still too young to understand the consequences of their actions—leaning precariously over the edge of the nearby chair, trying to grab at something just out of reach.

Ratio’s heart rate quickened, but only for a moment. He had no time for hesitation. A flash of motion, and before the child could tumble from their position, he was there. His hand shot out, fingers grasping the back of their tiny shirt as he yanked them back into his arms.

"Impressive," he muttered under his breath, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he straightened them up in his arms. "Calculated risk taken... or perhaps not. Should’ve known better than to allow you to wander too close to danger."

The child, seemingly unperturbed by the near-miss, giggled and reached for his glasses, earning a soft chuckle from him. His reaction was a blend of calculated precision and the rare warmth he afforded only to those few who had earned it. He placed them back on the floor gently, adjusting his posture as he turned back to his work.

"Always be careful when testing boundaries," he murmured, his tone both pedagogical and affectionate. "Though, you’ll likely break a few rules before you understand the full implications."

The quiet flicker of pride—almost imperceptible in his usual cool demeanor—was enough to remind him that perhaps, just maybe, there was more to life than pure intellect and unrelenting pursuit of knowledge.

The night had settled over the Xianzhou Luofu, its vast corridors bathed in soft moonlight as Jing Yuan sat on the large velvet sofa in the living room. The quiet hum of his surroundings was a welcome change from the bustle of his duties as General. Tonight, however, was not about politics or strategy. It was time with his child.

They were seated on the plush carpet, playing with colorful blocks, the room filled with the gentle sound of their laughter. Jing Yuan's eyes flickered from his quiet reflection to the playful movements of the child, their small hands stacking the blocks with surprising focus.

Just as he was about to indulge in a rare moment of relaxation, the child, a little too eager in their exploration, began to stand, wobbling unsteadily as they took a tiny step forward. Jing Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, tracking every movement as they teetered dangerously close to the edge of a low table.

In an instant, his reflexes kicked in. He rose from his seat, his tall figure moving with an elegance that belied his usual languid demeanor. Without a sound, his hands shot out and caught the child just before they tumbled forward. The child, now cradled safely in his arms, blinked up at him, startled by the sudden movement.

"Careful," Jing Yuan said softly, his voice filled with a calm, knowing affection as he gently set them back on their feet. "It's easy to forget your balance, but it’s important to always be mindful of where you’re going."

The child giggled and reached for his arm, as though offering their own small form of reassurance. Jing Yuan smiled, his eyes softening in that rare moment of warmth, the fleeting sensation of peace that he had worked so hard to cultivate within the Xianzhou now extending to the quiet sanctuary of his home.

The dim light of Blade's home flickered, casting long shadows across the room where Blade sat, his arms folded across his chest. His usually cold, calculating demeanor was softened for the moment—he was at home, a place where the sharp edges of his mission seemed to dull just a little. His child, their presence almost a contradiction to his tortured past, was moving around the room, their tiny steps full of excitement and exploration.

His eyes followed them with a trace of something unspoken in his gaze. For all his power, his immortality, and his resolve to bring an end to his suffering, this—this quiet domestic moment with the child—was a reminder that there were things beyond his tragic existence.

But it didn’t last.

With a sudden, clumsy movement, the child, still unsteady on their feet, lost balance and began to fall towards the sharp edge of a table. Blade’s instincts kicked in—no hesitation, no thought of consequences. His hand shot out and, with uncanny precision, he caught the child in mid-air, their small form colliding gently against his chest. For a moment, the stillness was overwhelming. Blade’s heart didn’t beat, but in the silence, he felt something stir—a fleeting warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.

"Watch your step," Blade murmured, his voice low but laced with a tenderness he couldn’t quite hide. His gaze softened as the child looked up at him, a wide grin on their face as if nothing had happened.

The child wriggled out of his grasp, reaching for the toy they had been playing with earlier, completely unaware of how close they had come to danger. Blade stood for a moment, his gaze lingering on them, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—an expression he rarely wore, but one that seemed to fit in this quiet, domestic world that somehow had found its way into his immortal existence.

"Even the smallest steps can be dangerous," he murmured, almost to himself. "But I’ll always be here to catch you."

And with that, Blade returned to his silent watch, torn between the eternal path he had chosen and the fragile peace that, for now, seemed to be the only thing worth holding onto.

[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

— wriothesley, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, leona, AZUL, dan heng, BLADE, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, sampo, diavolo, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

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