#i love the luofu please take us back again

[sometimesluofuwomen]

Second post in like 2 years

[bitterbutblue]

in the morning, you would be gone ☆ tingyun x reader

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~ announcement of tingyun 5 star form had me so excited seriously i was liek squealing giggling kicking my feet EVERYTHING ohmy god its so insane im goingso insane rn

song: lovesick - laufey ~

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"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Exhaling shakily, you press the replay button and listen to the voice message again.

"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Your worst fear was forgetting what she sounds like. The voice that promised you a life forever together on the altar may be a voice you'll never hear again. The voice that soothed you on nights you needed her most is now just a recording on a phone, playing back the same repeated message. But it is still her voice, it's still her.

You couldn't bear to watch the day they performed the foxian funeral rituals, the idea of losing her to the vast space ahead of you was too much for you to even comprehend. How does one cope with loss? How does one move on from loving someone to the point where you don't even know where you start and where she ends? You can only sit in the corner of your bedroom, taking in pieces of her life and knowing she would never step foot in the room again. Head in your hands, gaping hole in what used to be your chest, and tears that leave a path down your cheek. It was like a statue frozen in time, the state of barely being able to function without every fibre in your being screaming in agony, begging for it to stop. You never realised how the human body was capable of making emotional pain so physical until the moment you found yourself on the ground, Yukong banging on the doors and begging you to let her in.

You spend hours curled on the floor because you can't get in the bed without smelling the scent of her shampoo lingering in the bedsheets. You can't even bring yourself to eat in the kitchen without remembering how she should be standing there with you, arms around your waist and chest pressed against your back. Chin resting on your shoulders as she mumbles sleepily, asking for you to make her favourite for breakfast.

The cards that they dealt you were unfair, there was not much you could truly do about it though. You can really only just nod along, aimlessly going on with your day and learning to live by yourself again after almost 100 years with the same person. 100 years with the same person, and now you have to relearn what it means to be yourself. Each time you hear a small sound inside your house you can't help but momentarily think that she's home, that that was her waking up from her nap or her coming home from work- only for it to be a sound from the neighbours or the cars outside.

But the worst of it all was thinking about what she had to go through or what she may be going through. When Yukong told you there was no body actually found, a part of you was hopeful- perhaps she was alive. Perhaps somewhere she was out there and you could find her again. Another part of you felt sick, because what if she was alive, but still being used? To think about what may have happened to her or what might be happening to her scares to you an extent you can't even comprehend yourself. At the end of each day, you can really only make the same prayer to Lan so that you can feel at peace about the whole situation.

If she's gone, please have her be resting in peace.

When the foxian stepped onto the Luofu, Yukong felt her heart come to a stop. Her face paled, whiter than a sheet of paper and she felt faint. The foxian looks around with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she's completely unfocused on her surroundings. When her eyes met Yukong's a brief flicker of consciousness, as if struggling to fight whatever wave had been drowning her, passes through her eyes until it is replaced by the same dazed look as before. She scans the crowd that only watches in horror as the girl who presumed missing then dead now walks towards Yukong. Dressed like a goddess, nine elegant tails flowing behind her as she mumbles in a dazed voice.

"Do I know you?"

Yukong breaks down in her room that evening.

She doesn't know how to tell you.

She didn't have to. The foxian found herself drawn to this house down the road, this door that she feels the urge to open. Instead, she stands outside, a hand placed on the wooden door, tracing each individual groove as if memorising a complex pattern. Something about this door has her frozen, only able to think about what lays behind the door. Without really thinking about her movements, the foxian knocks on the door, her heart racing for reasons she doesn't understand.

"Yukong, if you want to come in, just open the door. There's no need to-"

A hand flies to your mouth when you notice the green eyes, the brown hair, the sharp fox ears. You feel your vision grow blurry as your breathing grows shallow, stepping back and catching yourself by leaning against the wall. There stood in front of you was your wife who was presumed dead. There stood in front of you was a shadow of your wife because those eyes were so empty and hollow it scared you. You had never seen Tingyun with such soulless eyes. She always had a glint, some sort of flicker of mischief or humour. Now her eyes just stare into yours as if she has no actual consciousness, as if she's just going through the motions of the day again.

"Tingyun?"

It scares you, the way she stares. You want to walk up to her, you want to reach out and cup her cheek and ask her if she's okay and maybe share some of the pain that she's been holding in but you can't. You can only watch as she stays outside the house, not moving in. Her eyes dart around the interior of the house and you notice her nose crinkle slightly as her eyes land on a photo on the wall- a move she does when she's confused and you feel sick to your stomach.

"Baby?"

Your voice sounds too hoarse for your own liking as you step forward shakily. Her eyes slowly land back onto you, hollowly taking in your form and her nose crinkles again.

"Who are you?"

It's only three words. Three words really cannot have that big of an impact on someone, or so you think. Words drive so much of the pain that you can feel- 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' are both such simple phrases that you hear time and time again but when spoken by a certain person at a certain time it can make you feel like warmth that's been spread inside out or it can make you feel colder than a harsh winter night.

Who are you?

It stings more than an open wound and at this point you would rather have preferred it if they had just found her body and confirmed her dead that evening because to see your lover back as nothing but a shell of herself is horrifying. To see your lover stand in front of you with her sense of self replaced with nothing but the ability to breath and speak breaks you from the inside out more than you would ever realise. She's alive, but she's nothing like who she once was. She's back, but at the same time she never truly would be.

"Why... Why did I come here?"

Her voice wavers slightly, and you take a smaller step closer to her. It's freezing outside, she's wearing nothing but a short dress and you want to pull her into the house so that maybe she can feel some of the warmth and remember at least a fraction of you. But you just stand where you were.

"Do you know me?"

It was a struggle to speak, with words clogging up in your throat and choking you from the inside. Your heart races, unable to stop yourself from trembling as you await her response. She looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed, her chest heaving slightly as if she's trying to calm herself down.

"No."

You release a shuddering breath, closing your eyes as the tears fall. You grip onto the door handle to steady yourself, because you are about to pass out any minute now.

"That's okay." You look back at her finally, after a long minute of silence. The look in her eyes has changed, a hint of sorrow hidden behind the mist of confusion and hazy memories.

"Why does it hurt?"

She sounds so confused, and you can hear the slight twinge of pain in her voice and it hurts you more than you could have ever imagined. Losing someone was hard enough, losing someone who was physically still here but would never fully be back was somehow worse.

"Why does it hurt to... see you upset?"

Your hand moves instinctively, moving to cup her cheek as a tear falls from her eyes, a tear that she hadn't even realised had fallen until she feels your thumb gently wipe it away. She leans into your touch, tilting her head slightly and your heart just crumbles into dust.

"Don't worry too much about it now, baby." You whisper softly, and she blinks. She just stares at you with this look of regret that she doesn't understand why she's feeling.

"I'm sorry."

She apologises for a reason she doesn't know yet, but she knows one thing. Seeing you cry hurt her for a reason she can't understand, and she doesn't want to see you upset either. Perhaps you are upset because of her, and perhaps she never should've come over. She just puts her hand over yours, and she can't understand why your touch feels so familiar when you are nothing but a blank face in her mind. You feel the world fading beneath your feet because you feel the cold metal against your skin, the cold metal band that still sits around her ring finger.

"You've done nothing wrong."

The silence that follows is haunting, watching as Tingyun slowly steps back.

"I'm sorry."

You can only watch as she steps back into the darkness, and you can't even call after her until she fades into the unknown behind you. You wonder if that's truly the last time you'll ever see her and a part of you hates the world for that. Your wife's last words were once 'I love you, I'll see you later', filled with love and care. Now they would be 'I'm sorry', filled with a sense of emptiness and regret, coming from someone who didn't even know your name.

The photo that hangs on the wall next to the door is her and you, hand in hand and both in white- the same metal band on her finger on yours.

Tingyun thinks of that photo every night now and she can't understand why it hurts so much.

[sharkiethrts]

[𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮]

𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦?

g/n reader

: jing yuan and reader are not in an established relationship, jing yuan is pining (ineffectively) at the reader

: 446 words

Qingzu did her best to not designate her attention to the elephant in the room today in the Divine Foresight but duty calls. It started when the general asks for a mirror, blathering about the apparent magnification in the front camera of phones. Even the most developed technologies have their flaws, as does all of nature, his laugh resounds across the hall with his talk.

She didn't understand his intentions with the mirror initially, but now that she does: "Jing Yuan, just in case you have forgotten, the documents piled up in front of you require your attention as well," when the man mentioned doesn't react, "And as for the concave of your facial features, please leave that interest at home."

Surprisingly, the man finally snaps out of his diligent distraction with a view that the Counselor has never seen before: red ears. However, the general's recovery is quick, much to Qingzu's amusement. But to her chagrin, it did not stop the General's shameless inquiry, "Am I handsome, Qingzu?"

"...Please understand that I am not a present figure in the fashion industry nor do I have any intention on recommending the General of Luofu Xianzhou to Xianzhou magazines any time soon."

The guards guarding at the gates of the Divine Foresight bite their tongues; it wasn't like they weren't used to the General's occasional remarkable behaviours, but vanity is certainly a new look. After all, the general doesn't even bother to brush his hair in the morning, letting birds build a temporary residency in his hair whenever he falls asleep. It's a miracle that there isn't an ecosystem building up in the general's hair, to say the least.

So, what's with the sudden change? Everyone in the Divine Foresight is in common agreement that the General is... in love.

And it makes sense: he has been caught outside the Divine Foresight more. Well, he's rarely in the Divine Foresight, really- but his frequent "breathers" are often at his own garden, where weeds pile up due to the General's negligence and how demanding his work can be (the general also claims to not need cleaners at home, that his title doesn't need to worry the lives of others). However, just recently, the General often strolls about at the market places and well known tourist sights of the Xianzhou Luofu, sometimes returning with an uncharacteristically large smile.

"...Is that a yes or a no, Qingzu?"

Qingzu ignores his further probing, "That reminds me (it really didn't, it's just a desperate attempt at deterring the general's awkward intentions), our friends from the Astral Express seems to be running a store- 'Express Eatery', was it?" She watches as the general's gaze light up, "promising foods from all around the universe, foreign to the native xianzhou's gaze. Cosmic Fried Rice is particularly famous for it's savoury mix of vegetables and-"

"- Where is it?" The general stands up abruptly, eyes shining more than ever.

"At the gate of the Central Starskiff Haven- you can't miss it," Qingzu answers with a steadfast response, just glad to have conducted Jing Yuan's attention away from her.

The general leaves almost immediately, taking his pouch of Strale with him. But it seems to Qingzu's celebration is short lived, because the general whom is about to leave turns to ask another difficult question, "Do I look satisfactory? How is my hair? It isn't too unruly, I hope?"

Qingzu clenches her fists behind her back, "Why don't you ask [name] that yourself once you reach the eatery?"

The ears of the general turns vibrant red again.

[mm-lurking]

Your mara brings me pain too - Blade

Blade is the coldest Stellaron Hunter of them all. He is a man of few words and even fewer emotions. One fateful day you get a message from Kafka asking for your help and you learn that behind his cold exterior is a man just like you- and everyone else; he has fears, pain and regrets of his own.

A/N: I don’t understand much about how his mara works but this is how I envisioned it as. Plus, it was about time I wrote something on reader comforting Blade.

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! Oh my god thank you for liking my writing >< T^T

Warnings: Blade x fem! reader, angst and pain, fluff, please Blade deserves so much love and affection, idk my writing feels choppy my apologies I’m rusty as hell.

WC: 4227 — Hey are you free right now? It’s urgent.

One day on the Xianzhou Luofu your phone buzzes at night. You weren’t doing particularly much, just cleaning your space and lounging around. You pick up your phone and squint at the sender’s name only to stare at it for a while wondering if you read it right. It was Kafka.

I am available what’s up?

You wondered why Kafka would contact you for help at a time like this. Was everything ok?

Can‘t explain too much but it has to do with Blade. Come over as fast as possible.

You jump upon reading the message. There is a slight elevation in your heart rate as you read his name. Blade was the Stellaron Hunter that had caught your eye when you first encountered him. As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you started realising that perhaps you were in love with him. The idea of that sounded so stupid that you hated to admit it but it was the truth. Obviously, the 9 million bounty over his head wasn’t discouraging enough to stop these feelings.

Left with no choice, you grab your phone and head out the door, practically sprinting to the hideout where those two resided. You’re breathless by the time you arrive and knock on the door, panting like a dog as Kafka opens it. She looks at you with surprise all over her face.

“You’re here. That was fast.”

“You said it had to do with Blade so.”

“Ah yes, it does. Come inside.”

You follow her inside and shut the door close. Neither of you say anything and you silently follow her to a room in the distance. Right before she enters the room she turns around and looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“His mara is acting up again but this time he is wounded pretty badly. While I use my spirit whisperer to calm him down, I need you to help me heal and keep him steady. There is a first aid kit on the table inside.”

You stare at her with wide eyes and blink, taking a minute to process her words. Your gaze flicks back and forth between Kafka and the door, and you take a long pause before saying anything.

“Kafka are you sure it’s ok for me to…”

Your voice trails off. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help him. You were a healer; on expeditions and other occasions it was your responsibility to heal and tend to others wounds. But this was different -you liked Blade and you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with you healing him. You didn’t want to upset him when he was stable again. Kafka notices your dilemma and shakes her head.

“If there is anyone I can trust Blade with, it’s you. Plus, he would be ok with you.”

That makes your heart flutter but you mentally make yourself shut up and nod. She turns back around and twists the doorknob open, revealing Blade lying on the bed with injuries and hyperventilating. His coat has been discarded on the side of the bed and he lies on the mattress with nothing but poorly wrapped gauze on his upper body. There is a lot of blood splattered all over his limbs but the wound on his chest makes your heart twist; it’s oozing with warm blood and the bandages are unable to stop it.

The injury looks painful. The wound looks like a shattered mirror with lots of little cracks and crevices. You’re so shocked by his state that Kafka has to snap her fingers in front of your face to take you out of your trance. You look at her and then back at him again, wondering how to even explain what you were feeling.

“How did he��?”

“He must have over-pushed himself again. The Xianzhou Luofu reeks of his past and even with the lack of memory, the emotions are still present to induce his mara.”

You cautiously take a step closer to the bed. He’s clearly out of his mind as he keeps mumbling things along the lines of  “you must pay the price” and “my sins are no different than yours traitor”. A part of you is afraid to approach him as you fear he might accidentally hurt you in this state. But the other part of you aches seeing him in so much pain and there is nothing more you wish to do than to soothe his suffering.

“Be careful.”

Kafka warns you and you nod your head while continuing to take closer steps to his bed. There is an aura around him that you cannot discern; it is an uncomfortable feeling of pain and suffocation. By the time you are right by his bedside, the aura only gets stronger and worse. You

can hear him withering in pain from his wounds as sweat rolls down the side of his face. He turns his head left and right continuously as if trying to ease the discomfort. Judging by his half-lidded eyes, it seems he isn’t aware you’re standing next to him.

Immediately you summon your healing power, first creating a shield around yourself to protect you from the aura and any sudden self-defense movements he might do. Then, you lean closer towards his body and place your hands on his chest, removing his bandages carefully to begin healing.

“I’m going to start using the spirit whisperer now. On my count. One, two-“

You zone out the moment she finishes counting and release all the power you have into your hands to heal him. There is a faint yellowish glow over his chest as you hover your hands over the wounds. It takes a considerable amount of power to work on each wound he has, especially the one right in the middle of the chest that hasn’t stopped bleeding. You hear him groan in pain as you work your way through the different injuries continuously.

“I know…I know…”

You whisper soothingly as he seethes and huffs, presumably from the spirit whisperer. For a moment there is silence in the room until suddenly Blade throws his arm towards you, smacking your shield with a loud thud. The unexpected action makes you stumble a little and your healing abilities dispel from the shock.

You look up at Kafka who gives you a concerned look. She had mentioned that she cannot stop her ability halfway through the process and therefore leaving you alone to deal with Blade. You gaze back at Blade who's starting to stir awake and his groans only get worse as consciousness begins to set in.

With a deep breath, you hover your hands over his chest again and resume healing. Unfortunately for you, he tries to hit you again and the thud on your shield makes you flinch. Despite this, you push forward as you grit your teeth and finish healing his main wound.

A surge of pain takes over you as you exhaust yourself in the process of healing him. He’s trying to throw hands at you again, this time more aggressively as if trying to stop you from healing him. However, based on his constant murmuring and the pain laced in his voice, he’s reliving something and is accidentally taking it out on you instead.

At one point you catch his hands as you tightly grip them and hold them in place to stop him from hitting you. His strength is overbearing even during such a state of weakness. He squirms in your grasp, trying to escape but you hold onto him until he finally gives up and loosens his grip.

“Easy there Blade…”

Who knows if he’s actually able to hear you but regardless, you continue to whisper comforting things to him, trying to ease the pain as much as possible. It hurts seeing him in such a frail state, one where you can’t intervene. The mara is a sickness only those inflicted with it can understand and feel and as such, you’re left to watch him from the outside as he fights the battles in his mind.

The last of his wounds are easier to patch up and it should take no time to heal them. But just as you’re about to start healing again he physically stirs and you watch him twist and turn as his eyes flutter open. There is a momentary silence in the room before he shifts his head to look at you and you swear you see hatred in his crimson eyes.

“You traitor..!”

You gulp. He’s still mara-stricken but just awake. You’re unsure if you should say anything as it might make things worse; what if he gets physical with you? Hesitantly you softly reply.

“Blade, it’s me.”

“You…you must pay the price!”

Before you know it he has grabbed onto your arms once again and tries to wrestle you. The sheer force he exerts on you makes you panic as you try to make him let go.

“Blade…!”

You look back at Kafka whose eyes are closed as she continues her part of the job. A chill runs down your spine as you slightly panic, afraid you will be alone in dealing with his sudden change in demeanour. Another burst of light leaves your hands as you form a new shield and wrestle to contain him.

After what feels like forever, the unyielding grip he has on you loosens and he breathes heavily. You watch as he takes large gulps of air and turns his head side to side over and over. A pang of pain hits your chest as you try to ease his discomfort again, healing the last of his wounds while he seems to be calm. 

Silence falls in the room again as you finally finish healing. You take this opportunity to stare at his figure only to notice he has fallen completely silent and looks to be asleep. Confused at his sudden behaviour change, you glance at Kafka again who opens her eyes and looks at you. She gives you a small smile and you immediately understand that she has finished using her spirit whisperer.

“I have suppressed the mara in him. He should be fine now. Thank you for your help.”

Your attention shifts back to Blade, and you gaze at him longingly.

“You’re welcome.”

Kafka nods and smiles at you again.

“I will leave him in your capable hands. I am sure he will need your presence when he wakes up.”

You’re not sure how to feel about that. Yes, you would love to look after him but you were also afraid he wouldn’t be pleased if he saw you. Before you can say anything, Kafka leaves the room and it’s just you and Blade alone together. You haven’t been able to process anything since you arrived. Everything was so chaotic and sudden that only now were you able to think through things. You mentally trace the wounds on his chest, starting from the ones on his shoulder and moving your way down to his abdomen.

The injury on his chest hurts you the most. In your lifetime of getting injured and healing others, you’ve seen it all. You’ve seen flesh burn, knife stabs down to the bone, small scratches; name an injury and you’ve seen it at least once in your lifetime. But his wound was a unique situation. You knew that no matter how much he was stabbed and hurt his flesh would heal over and over on its own. That was the curse of immortality given to him. No matter how grave the injury, it would heal.

That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt right? You couldn’t even fathom the pain he went through everyday, getting hurt in fights and having to come back to his residence to bandage up everything on his own. Each day like clockwork that’s what he probably did, cursing his immortality as he cleaned up his wounds all by himself, all alone.

The image of that brings tears to your eyes as you look at his face. How lonely must it be to live a life like this? To know you could never die, to know that you would have to look after yourself all on your own? Did he ever wish that someone could look after him just once? Or did he think he wasn’t deserving of such love?

Your tears splatter on the bedsheet as you feel an overwhelming amount of sadness from such thoughts. How desperately you wished you could be the woman by his side to assist him in such moments. How desperately you wished that you could love him so dearly that every fibre of his body felt wanted and desired.

It takes you a while to calm down from such depressing thoughts. The tears have dried from your eyes but you continue to sniffle as you grab the bandages and gauze from the first aid kit to bind his wounds. Slowly but gently, you clean up the remaining blood on his body with a clean cloth and sanitise the wounds before sealing the area with the gauze.

You couldn’t help but start tearing up again at the thought of him wrapping the gauze around himself on his own. For how long had he been doing this? How many years? How long and how many injuries must it take for one to become a master at bandaging their wounds?

You cannot contain the tears in your eyes as they accidentally drip onto his abdomen. You attempt to hurriedly wipe your eyes but it’s hard to contain them the more you ponder. What you don’t realise is your sniffling and tears have prompted the man to wake up.

“Urgh….why are you crying…?”

His deep raspy voice makes you jump slightly and you aggressively wipe your tears before smiling at him.

“Goodness, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

You reply, completely ignoring his question. You’re aware he’s watching you as you work on his wounds, bandaging him carefully.

“Urgh…!”

“Ah I’m sorry, does that hurt?”

Worried, you lean closer to him and examine his shoulder carefully. You gently press on it to confirm the pain. He groans again and you give him a small smile.

“It’s a bit tender. Try to relax as much as you can.”

Instead of doing that, he catches your hand and looks at you intently. Your heart skips a beat as you make eye contact with him.

“I need to patch up the last injury on your arm Blade.”

“Stay.”

“I am not going anywhere.”

You reassure him and he nods before closing his eyes and exhaling. It takes a little under a minute for you to wrap up his arm injury and you sigh after you’re done. When you observe his body now, you see more bandages and gauze than his skin and the pang in your chest comes back again.

“…would you like some water Blade?”

You quickly ask since you were afraid you would start crying again. He opens his eyes and looks at you blankly before nodding. As he attempts to sit upright you quickly assist him, placing a hand on his back while the other holds his large one. He observes the shakiness in your hand as you pour him a glass of water and bring it to his lips.

“Drink some.”

The gentleness in your voice soothes him in a way he cannot explain. He complies and drinks the entire glass, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Suddenly you feel very embarrassed and attempt to distract yourself but when your gaze lands on the chest wound you can’t help but feel sad again.

When he’s done drinking, you place the glass on the nightstand and sigh.

“Are you feeling any better?”

You softly ask as you help him lie down again. He hums and you take that as a yes. Unable to help yourself, you lean closer towards him and brush stray hairs away from his forehead. The proximity between you both makes your heart race but you fail to notice it as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his scalp. The sensation is calming and he finds himself relaxing under your touch. He watches you closely again, observing the tiny frown on your face and your red puffy eyes while you’re busy playing with his hair. He notes that you look exhausted.

“Your eyes are red.”

“Huh? Oh.”

You plaster a smile on your face. 

“Don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t need to know what you were feeling. It was embarrassing and you didn’t want to make things awkward between you both.

“Are you- urgh!”

He groans in discomfort while trying to adjust himself. It’s the wound on his chest that seems to be the problem now.

“Easy there.”

You quickly help him out, checking the bandages again and readjusting them. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and you grab a cold compress from the first aid kit to wipe them away. His breathing pattern is inconsistent as he huffs and sighs from the aching of his body. You check his forehead and it feels warm to the touch which makes you frown.

“Blade I think you have a mild fever.”

“It’s the side effect of the mara.”

“You need to take medicine.”

“There is no need.”

“Are you sure?”

You stare at him sadly and he sighs. You continue to wipe the sweat off his face and neck as he takes shallow breaths.

“Did Kafka send you?”

He manages to ask in between the bouts of pain.

“She did.”

He sighs and intently looks at you.

“When the mara strikes you shouldn’t be next to me.”

“She said she could trust only me with you.”

He scoffs.

“Even so.”

Silence fills the air before he continues.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

You jokingly reply only to realise he’s being dead serious when you make eye contact with him.

“I’m ok. I am a healer after all.”

You change the cold compress as you speak and look for a new pack. It is then he notices the slight bruises forming on your arms and the redness around them. Without a word, he grabs your arm and you yelp.

“Hey-?!”

He examines your arms and gazes at you with a look you cannot decipher. You gulp at the intensity of his gaze.

“When exactly did you get here?”

“Blade none of that matters, all that matters is if you’re ok-“

“Did I hurt you?”

You immediately shut your mouth. There are several ways you want to answer the question but nothing comes out.

“I will take that as a yes.”

“Blade please-“

“Why would you risk being around-“

“Because I care for you!”

A sharp exhale leaves your mouth as you realise what you just said. The tears you had been trying to hide so desperately started to flood your eyes again.

“Please. Let it be.”

You whisper slowly while putting away medical supplies. In your peripheral vision, you see him look at you with wide eyes as if unable to understand.

“I am a healer Blade, I will be fine. But I worry for you.”

You gently whisper as you adjust the bedsheets around him and fix his long hair. This time your tears have nowhere to hide as they freely roll down your face. With nothing left to do, you just awkwardly grip the edges of the bedsheet and hang your head low.

“I will give you some space. Rest well.”

The moment you let go of the bedsheet and try to stand up, he immediately clasps your hands tightly and silently demands you to stay.

“Blade?”

“Stay.”

Hesitantly you remain by his bedside and look at him. He doesn’t let go of your hands and continues to peer into your eyes.

“Stay.”

He repeats himself and you sigh.

“Alright.”

He slowly shifts away from you and pats the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen and you look back and forth between him and the bed.

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t reply and instead gently drags your hands towards him until you have no choice but to sit on the bed. He then proceeds to look at your arms and then at you again.

“You…the fate of those I know is never a good one.”

You intertwine his fingers with yours and tenderly smile at him.

“That will change with me.”

You watch how his eyes widen momentarily before he turns his head away.

“You have a long life ahead of you, young one. Don’t waste it on me.”

Hearing that makes you frown.

“You’re going to have to find better ways to get rid of me then.”

“Mm.”

Silence falls once again. To your surprise, he doesn’t pull his hands away from yours as you rub circles on it. You note how calloused his hands are and the amount of scars littered on them. There is warmth radiating from his palms and it feels comforting and protective.

“Are your wounds still hurting?”

“No.”

“Good.”

You shift around to get a better look at his face.

“Do you feel at ease now?”

“Mmm.”

“Let me know if you feel any discomfort, okay?”

“You need to be more careful when the mara strikes me.”

“…”

“It is reckless of you to be around me even if you are a healer.”

He then turns his head to get a better look at you.

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

You absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair again and sadly smile.

“I hate that you have to deal with this alone Blade…”

You mentally yell at how tears have started forming in your eyes again.

“I hate that you suffer on your own while I spend my days in comfort. I hate that you have to bandage and heal yourself every day all alone. I hate that you’ve grown so accustomed to this life that you do not allow yourself to be loved.”

The tears in your eyes fall on him once again and he grips your other hand tightly. There is a confused look on his face, as if he doesn’t understand why would someone care for him and why would someone feel sorry for him.

“Foolish girl. Why are you crying?”

“Because I-“

You choke on your words and attempt to hide your face by hanging your head but fail to do so. He slowly brings his free hand to cup your face and sighs. His palm completely encapsulates your cheek and you subconsciously lean into it.

“My life is cursed to immortality. It is my sin to bear.”

“Still-!”

“Do not cry. This is a daily affair.”

“Doesn’t it hurt Blade? Even if you’re used to it?”

He takes a deep breath and wipes the tears away from your eyes.

“A sin is a sin. Of five people, three must pay the price. I am one of them.”

You sob harder into his hand, unable to stop yourself from feeling this way.

“Just what sin must one commit to suffer such consequences?” He stops wiping your tears and gazes at you momentarily with an indescribable look in his eyes. You can see how there are thousands of thoughts swarming him as he wonders what to reply. Fearing that you might have overstepped his boundaries, you immediately try to change the topic.

“You don’t have to tell me anything. I just..”

“It is a long story young one. Should you ever have to face the situations I have, do not make the same choices as me.”

“It must be hard to live with such regrets…”

He stares into the distance then hesitantly replies.

“Even if I have regrets, there is no point in pondering about them. There is nothing that can be done.”

“I am sorry…it should be me looking after you, not the other way around…”

You manage to say in between your hiccups. He continues to wipe the tears from your face and gives you a small smile. Seeing him smile makes your heart skip a beat and you can’t help but give him one in return.

“You need to rest.”

“So do you.”

“I am already resting.”

“I can rest later.”

He sighs at your stubbornness. You giggle a little and squeeze his hand, reassuring him you would be fine. A little chit-chat later, Blade falls asleep from your rhythmic playing of his hair while still holding your hand. There is a large silly smile on your face as you look over him lovingly.

Your tears have dried and the aching in your heart has calmed down. In his lifetime, you may not be able to take his curse away but the least you could do was to be by his side in times of need. If the Aeons were kind enough to you, perhaps in the future you could be his woman. There is a strange feeling of determination that burns in your chest as you hold onto his hand tighter and stroke his hair. You silently stare at his peaceful face, mentally tracing his handsome features as he takes slow deep breaths. The thumping of your heart grows louder with each passing second.

I would do anything for you Blade. Anything. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[impactedfates]

Hi it's me again. Incoming massive word vomit alskdlfkdjfkj sorry! :')

Can I request a platonic fic of Dan Feng and a very young, quiet and stressed Vidyadhara!reader who frequents the Alchemy Commission? Basically, Reader is an Emanator of the Hunt with an armored form (but it's draining so she can't maintain it for very long).

Those injuries that she shows up with? They're not from fighting bullies, they're from fighting small-scale invasions of Abundance monsters when the Cloud Knights aren't able to (for whatever reason).

Her Emanator form that takes stamina to maintain? Probably why she is constantly exhausted. Kiddo's burning too many calories while on an atrociously light diet. Probably passed out from hunger and lack of sleep a few times.

She hides it all and no longer hangs out with her friends because there was a time when a friend was targeted to draw her out and that just—it wasn't fun. :') Now she's one of the Luofu's worst bundles of anxiety...

You decide when and how Dan Feng finds out. 8')))))

(My friend was reading over my shoulder and they said that this feels like a Spider-Man & Aunt May situation AKLSDJFLAKDJSFLKJDKFJ)

★ A/N: Haha, it kinda does actually, this isn't as long as some of my other fics but I hope this was alright anyways anon!! Sorry it took awhile

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Hurt/Comfort? (Kinda, not rlly at the same time)

★ Format: Fic (W.C: 1073)

☆ Warnings: Mentions of passing out

★ Extra: Request had she/her pronouns used but reader in this is still GN with they/them // Possible OOC Dan Feng

Being granted power from the Aeon of Hunt themself is a blessing many may have stated. Others think otherwise, but one thing is for sure. Anyone who has been lucky to be blessed with power from any Aeon was powerful.

Many also believe a teenager should not be blessed with this power, and if they are to inform someone. The power given cannot be taken lightly, yet you. You refuse to let anyone know of your status of being an Emantor.

Nor let anyone know why Scalegorge Waterscape has never seen another Abundance Monster invasion. Everyone enjoys the peace and no one questions it. The only time it was finally addressed just who was responsible for keeping the area safe was when someone was being attacked and someone quickly stepped in.

No one knew who it was, no one knew it was you saving them. No one knew it was your friend who had been attacked and you had to quickly step in to save them. And that was fine by you, you didn’t WANT anyone to know your identity.

From that day alone you knew if people knew who you were, that meant the Abundance  Monsters could find out and will target someone even dearer to you. You didn’t even know how they found out who you were friends with, but all that matters was that the less they knew about you. The less your loved ones would get hurt.

It’s no wonder why many advise younger people of the Xianzhou to inform someone if they ever become an Emantor. Just looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how tired you are. How much this “job” has taken a toll on you was enough to tell you, to remind you that you should’ve told someone.

It was too late for that anyways, you still had to save people. And when you were returning back from your trip to the alchemy commission, you spotted a Foxian about to be ambushed, so as always. You stepped in with your Emantor form. Unbeknownst to you though, that may have been the last straw for your body, as you bid the Foxian goodbye and you turn to leave, your body finally gave way and all you could see after that was black

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You may have escaped the many questions thrown at you when asked why you were home late or when people point out the injuries you’ve just sustained. But perhaps your luck was running thin as now you were in front of the High Elder Dan Feng himself. To make matters worse, he did NOT look pleased.

Okay so maybe you weren’t in front of him, at least not standing. You were laying down and with one head turn to the side you caught the eyes of a very displeased High Elder. He arose from the seat he had taken and looked at the Vidyadhara near him.

“Leave, I need to talk to them”

The woman nodded before leaving the room, quickly his eyes turned back to you. Slowly you sat up and your body and slightly moved away.

“H-high Elder…w-what are you doing he-”

“Are you feeling okay?”

He quickly cuts you off. Staring at you, his eyes soften a bit as he reaches a hand out to check your forehead.

“The healers said you had many injuries covering your body. Why is this?”

“...Just some bullies, nothing to be worried about”

He stared at you before removing his hand and crossing his arms. Silence filled the room quickly. Your eyes trailed away from his realising he wasn’t going to believe you.

“I found you, passed out on the ground…and from people who were in the area. The famous ‘Emantor of the Hunt’ was there saving a Foxian, no?”

“...”

“...You’re the Emantor aren’t you?”

He could only sigh as you continued to have your lips sealed, unwilling to speak. Unwilling to give away your secret. But that was all he really needed to know the truth. You felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down near you. He closes his eyes as he takes a small breath.

“You should’ve-”

“I know…I’m…I’m sorry…I just”

“It’s okay…but…you’re going to have to tell someone, your parents”

“B-but if I do, t-the abundance beasts…t-they’ll know. They’re gonna h-hurt my fa-”

Dan Feng quickly casts his gaze toward you, promptly shutting you up. He sighs a bit. He knows why you won’t tell, he knows people who are young don’t always follow advice people tell them when something happens. So he understands, at least he’s trying too.

“I will deal with the Abundance Monsters, I’ll get Cloud Knights and some of my friends to do so. You are still a kid. You shouldn’t be handling this kind of responsibility. And as your High Elder, I urge you to tell your family”

“...but-”

“But nothing, you don’t have to tell them right away but you will eventually…you will also no longer be fighting these monsters. Not until you're old enough…if you truly wish to continue helping, then wait till you're older. Then you can come to me and I’ll take you in as my pupil. I’ll teach you how to manage your abilities and how to fight even without your form”

You stare at him for a while. A good while before casting your eyes down, playing with your hands. Still unsure about the decision you didn’t get to play a part in. A part of you wants to rebel, the other part knows. Knows that what Dan Feng is saying is correct. It knows he only wants the best for you, still no words can be formed. You were still tired, all you could do was weakly nod.

Even if you were to refuse, Dan Feng is a stubborn one. He nods approvingly before standing up and walking to the door, he looks back at you.

“I’ll get you a meal, what would you prefer?”

You gave your answer and soon he left. You slowly laid down on the bed once again. Closing your eyes and slowly you were sent to the land of dreams.

When Dan Feng comes back with your choice of food, he spots you asleep on the bed. Resting the blood on the table next to yours, he sits down back on the chair, watching you. The peaceful look on your face gives him peace of mind.

“Sleep well then little one”

Finally cleared out all my requests haha. They'll still be closed for now though. Thank you anon for being patient with me and I hope you enjoyed.

[strwbmei1]

cw: dom gn!reader, reader has a cock, degradation, name calling, crying, size difference, office sex, orgasm denial, cunt slapping, creampie, overstimulation (?)

Fu Xuan is a prideful woman. You learned that when you first met her, and you knew it when the two of you started dating.

You also knew that she was a brat. One that you loved to spoil; even if she kept on giving you snarky remarks and provoking you.

Unfortunately for Fu Xuan, you weren't in the mood for her games this time. You were having a rough week; whenever you saw that smug smirk on her face, you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her and fuck her into submission.

So you started ignoring her. Of course, you still gave Fu Xuan some attention; you weren't a monster. Giving her a few nods and hums when she asked for your opinion on things, eating lunch with her; things like that.

But it wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough. Fu Xuan wanted- no, needed your attention. Even in bed where you two usually shared nights filled with passion, you paid no attention to her and went to sleep immediately. Your lover was starting to get impatient.

NSFW under the cut !

And honestly— Who would've thought?

Who would've thought the Master Diviner of the Luofu could be so pathetic; her greedy cunt dirtying your thighs with her slick as she begs for you to fuck her already. In her own office, nonetheless; where she's supposed to be contributing to the safety of the Luofu— certainly not begging for your cock like a common whore.

Usually, you would've complied to Fu Xuan's pleading immediately. After all, it's not often she was so needy and desperate for you. A shame she's been such a brat. Otherwise, you're sure that by now you'd be fucking her into the mattress, or any surface really; giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Though ultimately, it was taking all of your self-restraint not to. You should be given an award from holding yourself back this long, really.

A little more than a day. That was how long you've given your lover the cold shoulder. Not much time; but enough for Fu Xuan to beg for you; to feel you stretch her tight cunt out again.

Fu Xuan hides her face in the crook of your neck as she continues rutting against your thighs like a bitch in heat; her cunt throbbing around nothing as she attempts to get you to finally fuck her.

"Please.. hng- need it so bad..!" You bounce your thigh, making her whimper. Such a sweet sound; and only you could illicit them out of her. "Need what, baby? If you want something, use your words." You whisper into her ear in a mocking, yet stern tone.

Fu Xuan pulls back. Her hair is disheveled; beads of sweat decorating her delicate features. And-

Fuck.

Tears pool up in the corner of her eyes, streaming down her puffy cheeks. "Need you to fill me.. please." Fu Xuan says breathlessly; eyes fluttering shut as she holds onto your arms for support.

The sight of the usually prideful woman crying combined with her words... How could you say no?

You couldn't.

A few moments later, you had Fu Xuan bent over her desk; trying her best to stay quiet as you pounded into her relentlessly. "W-wait..! 's too much!" She whines breathlessly, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

"What? You thought I was going to be kind to you?" You sneer at Fu Xuan, a particularly hard thrust making her let out a shaky moan. "This was the reaction you were hoping for, wasn't it? Damn brat." Your hand tightly grips onto her waist as the other one reaches down to rub circles on her clit.

Fu Xuan lets out a choked sob at the sudden stimulation, thighs shaking lightly as she throws her head back from the pleasure. "Not there, I'm gonna-" her words are quickly cut off by a moan as you slap her clit. "Did I say you could cum? Hold it in." You lean forward and whisper into her ears.

Your thrusting gets sloppier and faster— a telltale sign you were gonna cum soon. One your lover was all too familiar with. "I can't.. mmph! Hold it in much longer, please..!" She pleads, eyes rolling back as you rail her without abandon.

"Fuck, Fu Xuan.. so tight. Such a whore for my cock. What would your dear subordinates think if they saw you like this, hm?" You taunted, completely ignoring her words. Not that Fu Xuan cared about what the others thought at the moment; she was too busy focusing on the feeling of your cock stretching her out.

"Go on. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock." You lean forward, leaving bite marks all over Fu Xuan's neck, shoulders, back, and anywhere you could reach. Surely, the woman would give you an earful later; but her fair, unblemished skin was far too tempting to not mark.

With one final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her; filling her up with your seed just like she asked you to. She moans shakily, squirming as she has the first of many orgasms to come.

"Mm.. so good. Taking all of my cum so well.." You breathe heavily, taking a moment before you start thrusting again. "Wait.. I-I can't. Please, no more.." Fu Xuan mewls, looking back at you over her shoulder as she tries to close her trembling legs. "Yes you can. Just one more. Give me one more and I'll stop." You say as you wipe her tears.

It was never just one more with you; she knew that, but she spread her legs anyway. You weren't going to let her go. At least, not any time soon.

[marloloweler]

﴾ Avoidant, are we now? ﴿

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After March had pestered Dan Heng one too many times, he's finally had enough of her antics. In a surprising turn of events, March's oh-so-genius idea of using Stelle as a human shield unexpectedly worked...for now, at least.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Honkai: Star Rail

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Ler!Dan Heng, March 7th (briefly)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Lee!Stelle, March 7th (briefly)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎This fic is entirely platonic/familial. • Additional brief mentions and appearances from Pom-Pom are included in this fic as well! There are also brief mentions of Himeko and Welt, but no actual appearances from them.

‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Small disclaimer ;; I use They/Them pronouns for Pom-Pom here (I think those are the canon pronouns too), as well as They/She pronouns for Stelle (argue. with. the. wall. 🧱 /lh)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Rahhh, hi @yellowelectroslime!!! I'm your squealing santa delivery driver person!!!!! I had bad burnout during the process of writing this, as well as a good old-fashioned diagnosis of the sad and unfortunate concept that is writer's block (it's 12:32am as I'm currently posting this but I'll be off to bed soon bc i gotta wake up for school in like 5 hours help), I'm so, so, SO sorry for taking this long!!! I hope you've had a happy new year and the best of your holidays!!!

‎ ‎ ❥‎So happy to have participated in @squealing-santa for a second time!! I think I've improved from my squealing santa fic in 2023!

‎ ‎ ❥‎Anyways this trio has me sobbing and weeping on my knees. After hearing March's constantly cheerful and goofy laughs during her dialogue and the very rare moments that Dan Heng chuckles, I genuinely need to hear how Stelle's laugh would sound ingame. Thankfully, her voice actor (I love Rachael Chau /platonic) sounds deathly similar to her character so it's very easy to imagine!!!!

‎ ‎ ‎❥‎Please bare with me as I may go a little off character, this is my 2nd ever hsr fic (the stelle and march fic i wrote like prob almost 2 years ago is so- aagghh i hate it pls stop reading my old stuff guys 😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😔💔💔💔 /sar)

‎ ‎ ‎❥‎This fic takes place before the events of either Jarilo-IV or the Xianzhou Luofu, mainly during the time where Stelle had first joined.

‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Word Count: 1,648

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥Fic Under The Cut!

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March 7th had, once yet again, dug her own metaphorical grave even deeper than previously. She had been told off countless times by both Dan Heng, and Pom-Pom.

Well, mainly Dan Heng.

She would always constantly pester the archivist in his work, always determined to get the stoic man to learn her optimistic ways, himself. Despite this, he had always gotten onto her for the bothersome attempts; eventually resulting in the poor conductor having to start dragging her away.

It was always the same old "Don't bother passenger Dan Heng while he's working! Pom-Pom's told you already, you know better!" from the conductor, yet she wasn't planning to back down just yet.

Well she eventually did listen, though not for very long. It wasn't until Stelle had joined the express crew that an idea clicked into March's brain. A risky idea, at that. Knowing that Stelle wouldn't necessarily know any better about being outside of her room (or near someone like Himeko or Mr. Yang, for that matter actually) whenever she was acting out her schemes and antics, March grinned while the cogs and gears turned in her brain.

It was a very calm and peaceful afternoon on the Astral Express. Himeko was peacefully brewing her coffee, Welt was interacting with Pom-Pom (who was currently cleaning up), and Stelle had just woken up and was greeting the others as she had exited the party car, her room being on its second floor.

Meanwhile, March was in the hallway of the passenger cabin, completely bored out of her mind until she could almost immediately hear the frustrated and irritated groans coming from Dan Heng. Deciding to walk towards the door, and slightly peek in, she noticed him working on something in the data bank.

That's when March thought of a silly little idea to annoy the aloof train guard. Pom-Pom, having been walking by, noticed this and gave a glare towards March before they spoke up quietly.

“March, don't you dare. If you even bother passenger Dan Heng again, Pom-pom's not going to save you this time.”

But even still, March did not listen. It was to be expected at this point, though it was still pretty annoying for the crew at times. Just as the conductor strutted away into the parlor car, March began to strategize her plan. All she intended to do this time was just sneak up behind the archivist and startle him with a few taps to his shoulder and hide somewhere to snap a picture of his reaction.

That was what she *intended * to have happened. How it actually *went *, on the other hand..

March sneaking in and hiding was the easiest part of all, since Dan Heng happened to have a couple of empty boxes stacked up in the archives that he hadn't gotten rid of just yet. Therefore, she could hide behind those. Getting to start the second part of her plan, however, was a teensy bit more challenging. He seemed to be quite active in the archives today, so she had to wait out a while of him just walking around.

Thankfully, he stopped right in front of the data bank to work on it and update some things. Whether or not he was actually distracted didn't matter to her, March was just glad that this would work out all too smoothly for her.

..Or so she thought.

As soon as she knew the coast was clear, March set her camera up to immediately snap a couple of photos within a few seconds of initial delay. During that process, she had changed her mind of how she'd actually approach Dan Heng. She remembered how a few times of being asked, Dan Heng would always deny the possibility of him being ticklish and everybody always having gone along with it so as to not annoy him.

This didn't sit right with her, though. She had her mind set on his very reaction. After making sure that her camera was perfectly set up, She'd set the delay to about 11 seconds before pressing the button and slowly sneaking up on Dan Heng from behind. March's mistake, however, was not considering whether or not he was actually distracted enough.

Even still, she had “successfully” snuck up on him. As a result, she'd immediately poke and prod, as well as squeezing gently, at his sides before immediately hurrying back to behind the boxes after the photos were snapped. She was sure that he hadn't expected it and had to wait a bit before the photos were completely processed, yet she still “succeeded” in her plan.

Her second mistake was not actually checking Dan Heng's expressions as she went to hide once more.

After quietly and patiently waiting a few moments, her photos were eventually processed. March looked at the photos with vast excitement, only to look a bit shocked when she noticed how all the photos were of Dan Heng staring right at the camera intently, albeit with a slight smirk on his lips. Before she knew it, Dan Heng could be seen staring at her from the other side of the boxes with a dry chuckle escaping, despite himself.

“Seems you really thought this through, haven't you?” Dan Heng murmured in faux curiosity. “What a shame, you *almost* had me there. Don't think I'll let this act of your's slide, though.”

Just as he spoke, he began to try and approach her. Slightly panicky, though more playful than terrified, March bolted off without her camera. She was looking for a way to protect herself from the stoic guard, when she suddenly figured it out.

During all of this, Stelle had entered the hallway to go and ask Dan Heng about something, when she suddenly felt a tight hug from behind and gasped slightly in surprise. “Aah-! March?! What's going on- AHAhah-! Wahaihit! Dohon’t use me ahahas your humahan shield!”

Stelle could almost immediately tell that by Dan Heng jogging over and the light scribbling against her ribcage, March was trying to use her to get out of Dan Heng's retaliation. Though Dan Heng stopped in front of them to question it, this wasn't necessarily going to do any good for Stelle's defense.

“So now we're just resorting to using Stelle as the equivalent of whenever a criminal uses their hostage as a way to avoid my scolding, are we?” Dan Heng replied with yet another dry chuckle, though a bit more playful.

“Nuh uh! You'll have to get through Stelle first, Dan Heng! She's my accomplice, don't listen to her!

Despite the fact that he knew this would be exactly how March responded, Dan Heng would still be more merciful on Stelle since he knew that it was March's doing, alone. Yet, that still didn't stop him from having to quite literally get through Stelle first.

“Waihit! I- I nehever agreed to ahany of this! Plehease no! I have a fahamihily of nihine to feed! I-..! I have so muhuhuch to live fohohor!” Stelle, still giggling from March's light scribbles, was practically pleading for Dan Heng to spare her. Though she was being a bit dramatic and silly, it was pretty funny to see her giggling like this.

“Hmhm, your melodrama is actually pretty amusing to listen to. You almost managed to get a chuckle out of me there. I must say, you're quite the source of entertainment, Stelle.” Dan Heng murmured in amusement.

Approaching a little more, his fingers reached her ribcage and softly skittered around the sides. This sudden action left the poor trailblazer’s voice to pitch up slightly in octave from how ticklish the spot was for Stelle. She pleaded a bit, even twisting and turning a little to try and escape, though all attempts were in vain.

“NooOHhoo! DaAHAn HeeHEng! Waihihiit! Nahaohoott theheehe ribcaHAhaAaaage! P—PleheEAhease!”

March was practically beaming in excitement as her plan was working out so well for her. ..Almost *too* well, that is.

While she was set on waiting off Dan Heng’s efforts with this tactic of hers, the aloof guard was already two steps ahead of her. After a couple moments of Stelle practically crumbling under barely any effort from the tickling, he finally let up. While his first idea was to make sure Stelle had held up alright afterwards, he had a certain bubbly menace to deal with first.

“March,” Dan Heng started, his voice lowering slightly that could scare even Welt, himself, if used in certain circumstances. “Don’t think you're off the hook just because you dragged Stelle into this.”

Oh no.

March immediately took the signs and realized that what Pom-Pom had said earlier, mainly about not saving her from Dan Heng this time, really *was * genuine. She let out a few sheepish and nervous laughs before slowly backing up a bit and attempting to retreat to her own room. Dan Heng managed to grab onto her wrist though, trapping her in a hug from behind before slightly turning his line of vision to Stelle.

“You alright now? I’m assuming you needed something, so I'll get back to that once I deal with her.” Stelle nodded at his words, taking a few moments to catch her breath while she watched Dan Heng practically drag March back to her room.

Soon enough, high pitched squeals were audible from where Stelle had stood. While the trailblazer had eventually calmed down, she was still unsure how long it would take for Dan Heng to return; especially considering how much of a handful March could be sometimes.

She didn't necessarily pay any mind to it, however, and just waited inside of the archives. She picked out an interesting enough book, sitting down in the train guard's office chair for the time being to wait things out. Besides, it wouldn't be anytime soon that Dan Heng would be finished, after all, and Stelle wasn't impatient or busy today.

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[alcazarofthestars]

Hi, hi! I have a request~ What about Yandere Blade x reader who was a part of astral express? The reader is close friend of Dan Heng, so they are always together because their personality is similar. Like, Blade fall in love with them, but they hate him because he's Dan Heng's enemy. That's it. Anyways, nice to meet you~ :3

Oooo~, so like enemies to lovers or a one sided romance? That's interesting! I really liked this idea so I tried a different writing style, please tell me whether or not you like it! It's nice to meet you too btw!

Summary: After leaving the Luofu due to certain unknown reasons and joining the astral express along with a close friend, [Name] had met a rather mysterious man who called himself Blade. After their encounter, they keep feeling watched... Thankfully their dearest friend, Dan Heng, is always there with them to help! (Takes place after Loufu story quest.)

Warnings: ooc, Yandere, yandere content, stalking, unrequited love, one sided romance, unhealthy obsession, obsession, fighting, bad writing, blood, mc is Stelle, gender of reader is unspecified etc. If any of those scare and/or make you uncomfortable please leave.

Suggested to read in dark mode!

Being a member of the astral express has its own pros and cons even more so since you have the ability to manipulate blood, why don't we go through the pros and cons of being in the astral express crew in [Name]'s point of view?

Pros:

1. You get to travel the galaxy with friends while also going on fun adventures together!

"March, call everyone to come here! We're almost arriving at our next destination!" A cheery voice called out to a light pink haired girl who started joyfully skipping down the astral express' halls with glee. After a while March had come back with two other people one with dark black hair and the other with long grey hair. "Finally," The [HairColor}ette started. "We're nearing our next stop!" They said excitedly while turning to her pink haired friend who shared the same level of excitement as they do while imaginary stars surround the happy duo. Seeing this, the black haired male just sighed while the grey haired girl only hummed in response. "We're only stopping here to get some supplies, remember?" As the male said this, the stars surrounding the duo shattered and fell to the ground. "Really? Aw man, I really wanted to look around..." [Name] pouted as they turn their attention onto their black haired friend. "... Fine, I'll ask Miss Himeko to give us a few days to explore, happy?" He sighed unable to resist his friend's pouting face. "Very, thanks Dan heng!" They said as they hugged him. "Wanna try some of the food there? I heard it's very good!" March chirped happily. "hm... I heard so too. Sure why not." The taller grey haired female responded. "Seriously? You two want to spend the time there?" Their black haired friend deadpanned at them while [Name] went between the two to stop any chance of a conflict. "Ahaha, how about me and Stelle go check out the food while you and [Name] go sight seeing?" March suggested as all the others nodded. "Great! It's settled then! We'll regroup back at our hotel at nine, deal?"

2. Meeting new friends and making new connections while helping others in the process!

The black and [HairColor] duo walked around a historical sight while taking pictures and reading the history of said sight. "Ne ne, Dan heng... Are you hungry yet? We've been walking and looking around for one and a half hour..." They complained to their close companion to which he only hummed in response. "Sure, let's go get something to eat." He said as his dear friend cheered as they took his hand and dragged him at a quick speed. "Hey, calm down. I can walk on my own." He grunted as [Name] finally let go of his hand. "A-ah, right... my bad..." They apologized as Dan heng turned around to dust off some dirt on his shirt, but when he turned around again his dear friend had disappeared from his sight. Meanwhile, [Name] had got distracted by a spiderlily that shouldn't be able to grow on this planet. Intrigued, they went to investigate it only to find a trail of said flowers growing. Curiosity kills the cat they say as when [Name] followed the trail, they found an injured stranger who had many massive wounds all over his body. The unconscious injured stranger had handsome features; like his long silky black hair that fades to red covering one of his eyes, broad shoulders, his ears that both carries an earring one that's shaped like a tassel and the other is shaped like a piercing(?), bandages covering some parts of his body, his strong hands-... 'What am I thinking?! Get it together, [Name]! Stop staring at the stupidly hot stranger and help him!' They thought as they finally stopped gawking at the feature that adorned the injured stranger. 'The nearest hospital or clinic is miles away... But... The hotel we're staying at isn't far! And I think I have some medical supplies in my bag to help him, time to put all those lessons with Miss Himeko to use! Great thinking, [Name]!' They thought happily while trying to carry the stranger.

After a while, they were finally able to get the stranger to their hotel room but to do so they had used an unused long coat and a dark shade of glasses along with a black masker to hide his injuries and disguise him so that [Name] wouldn't get reported by onlookers to the police for kidnapping. Thankfully, by some miracle, it had unexpectedly worked. They placed him on their bed and used some alcohol from their bag to clean his wounds before using their ability to manipulate blood in order to stop more blood from flowing out of his body then patched it up using the stuff she had prepared from her bag and lastly took off his top to place bandages on then placed the blanket on his body. 'I did it! Miss Himeko would be proud!' Happy with their work, [Name] let out a breath that was unintentionally held in due to the stress and sighed before looking at their phone to send Dan heng a message that they're fine and went to explore a bit by themselves while also telling him to meet up at the hotel lobby just as they planned together. Looking back at the stranger, [Name] couldn't help but feel as if they had met/knew him before in the past... (Pls bear with me I don't really know how to bandage a person..)

Not that long after [Name] had gotten very tired to the point they were fighting to keep their eyes open but soon fell asleep while sitting on an armchair that they dragged from under the lamp and moved it beside their bed so they could watch over their patient. Soon, the stranger woke up and the first thing he saw was a gorgeous [HairColor]ette sleeping so peacefully on a chair right next to him. The sight of them made him speechless, breathless even and wonder how such a perfect being exists in this cruel world. He couldn't help but be attracted to the said person who looked like they were blessed by the aeon of beauty herself, expecilly with those features of their's that make you want to keep looking for hours on end. Snapping out of his thoughts he shuffled around the bed to get out but ended up waking up the sleeping beauty (that's what he named you) beside him as they let out a yawn. "Haah... Are you awake...?" They mumbled while stretching their arms up, "Mhm... Do you need anything...?" [Name] asked while offering a smile. "... Where am I? and who are you?" He asked. "Ah, right. Well first of all, we're at a hotel located in St. Freya. Secondly, I'm [Name]. Nice to meet you... uh..." They responded. "Blade, my name." He answered. "Ah! Alright, nice to meet you Blade!" [Name] said as they gave him a closed eye smile to which he only nodded "Likewise." He said while looking at the person that saved him. "That reminds me," They started. "is there anything else you need?" [Name] asked clearly worried about their patient's health and need. "... Why... Why did you save me?" He questioned in a monotone voice, if you didn't know any better than you would've thought he was angry but due to a a friend who is as cold as ice most of the time, you have learnt to read people's expressions and body language to understand a persons true feelings. "A-ah... Well you see, I was traveling with some close friends of mine and we were going sightseeing but I kinda got bored so I went to look around, that's when I found you in a small alley... It wouldn't be kind of me to just ignore you, but since the nearest hospital or clinic was miles away I took you here. I apologize if I did a bad job at cleaning and patching your wounds, I'm not that skilled in these types of stuff... But if you do need anything else just ask me, alright. I need to go out for a while to meet up with some friends, will you be alright here?" What came after their question was nothing but silence that was cut by Blade's answer "... No, I'll be fine." He said with an unsure tone. "... Alright then, please rest while I'm away...!" [Name] said as they took their bag and left from the hotel room door.

"Yes, I'm very sure, March." While looking for her friends in the now crowded lobby she heard the voice of her closest friend, Dan heng. "Hey! You guys! Over here!" [Name] shouted to grab the attention of her dear friends who instantly turned their heads in [Name]'s direction as soon as they heard her voice. "There you are, you idiot!" March angrily said as she ran in [Name]'s direction followed by Dan heng and Stelle who shook her head at March's childish antics. "Whoa there, calm down, March." [Name] sweatdropped. "Do you know how much you scared us? Don't do that again, you hear?!" She said as she lectured [Name]. "Did I really...?" They asked in denial. "Yes, yes you did." Dan heng sighed. "What were you even doing, [Name]?" Stelle asked. "Huh? Oh, I found someone who was injured and helped him." They answered. "Oh. Alright. Wait.... WHAA?!" March exclaimed. "Is he here?" Stelle asked pushing March out of the way affectionately. "Yeah, why?" [Name] responded making Dan heng face palm. "Why didn't you take him to a hospital or clinic?" He sternly asked with a glare that made March snap out of her dazed state. "Ooh girl you're in trouble now...~" She teased making you glare at her to which she sticked out her tongue. "Uhm... Well you see... Uh... the hospital is... too far and I thought he wouldn't make it..." they answered in defeat. Dan heng sighed. "Alright, let me check up on him. You two can go ahead and we'll catch up later." He said to March and Stelle to which they responded with a nod and walked off. "Come on, [Name]. We're going." Dan heng stated as he walked towards the elevator "R-right!" [Name] said before following him, unaware of the pair of eyes that have been staring at their figure for a while leaving the hotel building.

When they arrived at [Name]'s room the stranger was no longer in their bed which made [Name] shocked. "Huh?! Where is he...? I could've sworn I told him to stay here... The wounds wouldn't have healed properly if he walked too much..." The [HairColor]ette panicked. "Hm... It seems that our injured stranger has left a note before leaving." He said pointing out the piece of paper on their bed before picking it up. "H-huh? what does it say?" They asked in curiousity. "It reads; thanks for the jacket, glasses, masker, and help, sleeping beauty. I'll probably visit the astral express in the future to return those, but maybe not. If you're ever in danger call me. -Blade..." A loud silence engulfed the duo. "You... You meet Blade...?" Dan heng broke the silence with his question and wide eyes. "Uhm... Yes? What's wrong...? are you mad...?" [Name] said in worry. "It's-... just-... I'm not mad, just please don't get anywhere near him. He's... dangerous. Alright?"

3. Having a fellow member protect you, even if you aren't aware!

Lately, you have been feeling watched but there wasn't any evidence to your claims. You tried to tell March and Stelle, but they only said "Huh? Really? You sure it isn't just your imagination or something?" and "Maybe it's the angry ghost haunting you for eating my ice cream." You had also thought about telling Himeko and Welt but decided against it afraid that they'll overthink things and make the situation more complicated than it actually is. So as a last resort, you told your best friend for his suggestion and prayed to whatever god that he'll help you out. "And that's it..." You explained to Dan heng who has been listening to you rambling about feeling watched and the chill you feel whenever you leave the astral express for the past hour or so while he sorted out some information on the traditions of different planet that you had collected from your latest solo adventure to a new planet. "Hm... I'm not able to do much, but if it makes you feel better then I'll look out for any watching eyes and unwanted visitors." He hummed. "Really?! You're the best!" [Name] chirped happily. "yes yes, now go to sleep or else you'll be tired for your expedition tomorrow." He ordered which you complied with. Happily skipping down the halls, [Name] has started feeling a bit safer thanks to the previous conversation they had with Dan heng but one thing has been bothering them for a while... "Don't get anywhere near him. He's... dangerous."

On your next exploration trip, Dan heng had advised a plan to help you with your (not so little) little problem the troublesome part is the fact that he didn't give any info or told you about it. As you happily walk around the planet that the astral express had stopped by to gather supplies to find some snacks for March, Stelle, and Pompom while also stocking up on perishables and blankets thanks to Stelle who built a pillow fort during a blackout and accidentally trowing them all away after she was no longer using them since the lights had turned back on. While looking around you had stumbled upon many happy couples out on dates while looking into each others eyes that are full of love, kids happily playing with each other laughing and smiling together as they all ran to hide while playing hide 'n seek, a mother and her son who was helping her carry their groceries as he told her what had happened at school today, and much more. You contently stared at them from afar not noticing the small genuine smile that was appearing on your face, but deep down inside you admit you felt a bit jealous of the happy people spending time with each other wishing you could be like them one day where you don't feel alone. Snapping out of your trance you continue to find what you came here for, the reason you came here in the first place, to help out your mentor, Miss Himeko and your close friends on the astral express. Once again, walking around in search of the items needed, you had started to feel that cold chill and watching eyes once again but when you looked back, there was only two kids playing soccer with each other in the far distance. Brushing off the feeling of being watched as being paranoid, you continued to walk around unbeknownst to you that there was some drama happening not too far from where you were...

"I'm not letting you get anywhere near [Name], and that's final." A familiar stern and serious masculine voice stated, judging by the tone, he must be angry at the person he's talking to. That person being none other than Dan heng. "Is that so?" Another voice chuckled in amusement at his statement. "Do you really think you're strong enough to defeat me? No matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to defeat me. I will get them, and you won't stop me, Imbibitor Lunae." The other voice said, knowing well that all he said was true.

Cons:

1.Getting Injured During Missions, Whether It Be A Small or Big Injury

"Ooh! Look over there! Isn't that Mrs. May's purse?" March happily exclaimed while pointing in the direction of a small purse covered in snow. Today [Name], March, and Stelle had gone to look around Belobog as the other members of the astral express went to stock up on supplies once again. While travelling, the group had stumbled across Mrs. May, a very nice elderly lady who lived in a nursing home along with her cats, searching for something. It turns out that one of her pet cats had taken a liking to her purse and would play with it, but then one afternoon the said cat had taken the purse outside without her knowing and returned home without it. Worried, Mrs. May has been searching for it since yesterday without any progress thus she ended up asking the group to search for it. After a few hours of searching all over Belobog, and stopping Stelle from digging through random trashcans on the side of the road, you had found a few signs of the purse such as a strand of light pink silk sticking out in the snow along with some other stuff like money, coins, and a grocery list. "I think it is, at least from the descriptions Mrs. May had given us before we left." [Name] explained as the group went to investigate the purse. "I wonder how it ended up here though... This place is quite far from the nursing home, and I highly doubt a cat would travel this far in this extreme weather..." March voiced out her concern. "I think you're overthinking again, March. It has been days since the purse first went missing, the weather must've been warmer that day." Stelle turned down her thoughts. "Well whatever... As long as we found it it's time to return the purse to Mrs. May now!" March exclaimed. "A-ah... How about you two go first, I'll stay behind for a while. There are some things I want to check out to put in the archives back in the astral express." [Name] explained as the other two nodded their heads at their friends words and turned around towards the direction of where they came from. "Alright then, see ya later, [Name]." Stelle said already walking away. "Bye! Don't forget to call me if anything happens!" March happily said as she too left and tried to catch up with Stelle.

As soon as the duo was no longer in sight, [Name] let out a loud sigh that they were holding in for a while. 'This feels off...' They thought as they started to look around the area for some clues and crouched near a tree to take a short break. 'I swear I felt something off... My mind is playing tricks on me again...' Just as they stood back up, an unexpected force forced them to get blown away into the snow and landed on their hand to stop. 'A... Voidranger...? Wait a minute... What is it doing here?!' [Name] panicked. It's unusual to see a Voidranger in Jarilo VI of all places, after all. Looking at their hand [Name] realized that they were bleeding... sighing then taking out their weapon of choice, [Name] went into a defensive stand. Facing the enemy, [Name] closed their eyes for a second and when they opened them, the Voidranger had already been taken out. Right behind the Voidranger is a familiar figure with long black-ish hair, Blade. "It's you..." [Name] whispered softly, but Blade was still able to hear what they had said but all he gave them was a small nod and said; "If anything happens, just call my name." before disappearing leaving [Name] alone.

2.Getting Lost During An Exploration Trip.

"Aaaaaah....! I hate these types of expedition trips... Why are we even doing this in the first place?!" March groaned as she dragged her feet to follow her fellow comrades who were looking around in some abandoned ruins. "There's some treasures here that we need to retrieve. So just hang in there for a while longer, we're almost there." [Name] explained to their tired friend as March pouted in return. "Well can you please carry my bag? My back is starting to hurt... I mean, why did we even bring these bags in the first place?" March complained yet again as she handed her bag to [Name] who is now carrying it. "And can you believe how-" All of March's words didn't register in [Name]'s mind as everything she says starts to sound like gibberish along with everything else. Soon, [Name] finds themselves zoning out and when they have snapped out of it, they realize that they're now lost. They were in a room with a lot of dust and some... weird purple gas around the room. Looking at their surroundings, [Name] isn't able to find or hear the group. After a while, [Name] had decided to walk around in search of their friends. After a few hours, they were still lost. Hell, it felt like every hallway was the same! Not to mention how [Name] had started to feel dizzy after walking for a while, and this dizziness has not gone away. Frustrated, [Name] plopped themselves down a wall and hugged their legs. "I wish Dan heng was here... or March... or Stelle... or anyone else..." [Name] whispered to no one in particular as they start to sob. "Hic... maybe not Miss Himeko... or Welt... they will definitely be disappointed or tease me..." They tried to calm down. "Alright, [Name]... focus... calm down. What do I do..." they said the theirself and placed a hand on their chin. '... Help... Dan heng... Blade...!' They thought as their vision becomes fuzzy due to their dizziness from before, drowsiness takes over them.

"B-.... Blade...!"

Just as [Name] whispered that, a mysterious figure and fog appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The figure soon became more clear, long black hair that fades to a reddish color, a lean body build, and broad shoulders. Without a doubt, that is the one and only Blade. "You called?" He asked. But unable to keep their eyes open, [Name] had fainted right in front of Blade. "Huh, guess the gas worked better than I thought." Blade mumbled as he crouched down to reach [Name], carefully playing with their hair while enjoying looking at their delicate features. After a while of silence, Blade had placed his hands around [Name]'s body, and slowly picked them up in a princess carry and walked away not noticing the small bag that was left behind.

3.Getting Kidnapped By Your Friend?

When [Name] had woken up, they were no longer in the abandoned ruins that they were in before. Sitting up from the bed, [Name] looked around and realized that they were in an unfamiliar surrounding just as they were about to get up, something was stopping them from doing so. It was a chain on their foot that was locked on both their foot and the bed. Seeing this, [Name] panicked. Not long after, Blade had entered the room. "Blade...?! Great timing! Now come and help me get this chain off my foot-" they said before getting cut off "That won't be necessary. Why would I do that if this is everything I've ever wanted? Having you in my arms, your full attention, your everything!" He exclaimed. "What...? Blade... You're crazy...!" [Name] shrieked as Blade only grinned in response. "Maybe I am. But just know this, I'm only this crazy for you, dear [Name]." He said as [Name] could only widen their eyes in response, afraid of him and his obsession with them.

"You'll be mine, and mine only. Why would you want to separate us?"

END.

Extra HCs:

Whenever you and Blade cuddle he would hug you so tight that you'll barely be able to breath.

You and March would paint each other's nails whenever you have the time.

Himeko can be super strict sometimes when teaching. (Welt having war flashbacks.)

Stelle got scratched by one of Mrs. May's cats

The group was searching for [Name] but only found your small bag and March's bag.

Blade didn't tell Kafka or Silver Wolf cause they would tease the living daylight out of him.

Authors note: I got so lazy at the end... BUT thank God my exams are finished! I'll start accepting requests again. This has been rotting in my drafts since December... I finally finished it!

[crguang]

hgsshbyss I sent that ask when I hadn’t slept in 3 days, so my brain wasn’t functioning properly, I haven’t gotten used to not sleeping very much yet. Also I only have a little crush on Black swan so far. It’s just complicated bc I thought I was aroace, but I definitely like women, and the way I’ve been eating up Kafka (I wish) fics isn’t very aro or ace, or every time I do a double take when I see a hot woman, but again, we don’t need to talk abt my sexuality crisis.

btw I rewatched the interrogation scene on the luofu, no deep thoughts bc I didnt sleep again last night :| and blue light is hurting my eyes wish Kafka wouldn’t let me sleep by railing me instead but whatever.

First of all SHES SO HOT I MISS HER. Second of all, they didn’t take her gloves, they took her contacts, her jacket and her GLASSES too, like it’s so silly. I think the only time her hands are exposed are in the countdown art of her, WHATEVER THE FUCK SHES HOLDING IN IT SHOULVE BEEN ME And she went back for them too, like girl, they don’t even fit you ik ik spider imagery, but still and the way she was looking at TB while we were asking her stuff sjhdhsbsjslsns. You were def right abt the speaking slower to control the convo pace.

I was curious abt what she was telling us abt the aeons dying/being killed, bc (assumably) nanook is the final boss, TB is supposed to play part in defeating him, and I wonder if she was supposed to tell us besides for plot reasons, or if she was just stalling. But it wasn’t mentioned after, so it’s probably dismissed as a distraction. And she never tells us the third way. also the way she jumps off after she get out of the handcuffs, her dramatic ass, I cannot with her. btw all my messages are so long I’m sorry :(

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ANON I JUST SAW MORE LEAKS IM GONNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE please… let us all collectively pray that kafka is not in the next banner for my sanity PLEASEEEEE. also you should definitely be sleeping omg what’s stopping you?? three days without sleep is starting to get dangerous, i hope you’re able to crash for like 15 hours soon

yeah i noticed they didnt take her gloves, i feel like they should’ve gone all the way because then its just confusing like😭😭 what would they need her glasses for?;!;? no idea how arrests work on the luofu but that sounds very silly. taking her contacts and coat makes sense but i really cant wrap my head around them snatching her sunglasses hejdhdhf kafka is so funny sometimes, looking good is an essential part of being a criminal she just had to get her stuff back

BUT YEAH HER PACE ALWAYS BOTHERS ME HERE. SPEAK FASTERRRR she was def doing it on purpose to piss me off personally… what’s crazy is that we all just took the nanook part of the prophecy as factual and im just realizing she might just be lying?… she says the SH’s goal isnt to kill an aeon but idk if i believe that. omg we really dont know shit about these people’s goal so far even after getting close to firefly. i need kafka to come back to the main story bc shes the only one who gives us some clues like😭

what i love most about her free fall is that she looked at the ground before doing it, as if telling herself like “yeah i’ll survive this i can look cool” and it always makes me giggle

[lovelynim]

Hello nim!! I'm truly happy for your 500 followers milestone! Since I'm also currently obsessed with honkai star rail, please consider writing a fic with "discovery theme" with lee jingyuan and ler danheng! Since danheng's memory has been "reset", It'll be fun if he "discover" what tickles is (probably from march/trailblaizer... or yanqing doing it to jingyuan), and since he's curious, he tries it on jingyuan.

I hope this idea is good!! Have a good day!

The Dragon's Lesson

Honkai: Star Rail - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Discovery"]

A/N: Hii anon, thank you so much for your support, heheh. I tweaked a little bit the prompt, so I hope you don't really mind it. I had a reaaally hard time trying to figure how to write this pairing out, but It turned out quite nicely... I think. Anyway, I hope you like it, hehe ~

Summary: After spending some time with the general, Dan Heng finds out something pretty interesting after engaging in one of his games

Word count: 1702 words

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” March 7th pouted, crossing her arms while Caelus and Welt stood behind her, waiting for Dan Heng’s answer. After the latest events in the Xianzhou Luofu, the crew was finally able to catch some rest before departing to the next destination. And, thanks to the insistence of the general and the master diviner, Welt suggested they should, indeed, spend some more time around. But…

“Yes,” Dan Heng said with a slight smile, looking down before he resumed speaking. “There are a few things I need to take care of and… I’m not sure how welcomed it would be if I walked around the Xianzhou looking like… this,” he muttered, knowing very well how much he resembled a certain person.

The girl was ready to nag him some more, but feeling Welt’s touch in her shoulder, March decided to let it be. “Alright, just call us if anything happens, ok?” The man said, looking at the other two, “let’s get going, then, the ms. Fu Xuan wouldn’t like it if we showed up late.”

Slowly waving his hand, Dan Heng said goodbye to the members of the Astral Express as they walked out the room. It was a large, fancy place, requested by no other than the general himself to accommodate their honorable guests.

The general…

Dan Heng let out a sigh when Jing Yuan’s figure occupied his mind. He wasn’t sure how to feel about him yet, nor what kind of relationship his past self used to have with the general, but it wouldn’t be right to say that there was no feeling at all. It was just… uncertain.

Letting himself get lost in a turmoil of thoughts, one after the other, Dan Heng was caught off guard when someone suddenly knocked on the door. Shooting his eyes open, the vidyadhara turned his attention to the door, as whoever was on the other side knocked again. “Just a second,” he voiced, walking over. “Who’s there?”

He could feel the hesitation on the other side, letting the silence take place for a few seconds before the other person would finally speak. “Did I come at a bad time?” A male voice chuckled, making its identity clear.

Opening the door, Dan Heng was met with the general friendly gaze. A warm, but contained smile formed on his lips. “Not at all, general, but… do you need something? May I be of help?”

“Ahaha, there is no need for such formalities between us,” Jing Yuan said, shaking his head, “I was just hoping I could invite you for a walk. The gardens have been somewhat… lonely lately and I’d love to hear more about you.”

If Dan Heng’s tail was visible at that moment, Jing Yuan would be able to see it wagging in excitement.

“Ah… sure, it would be a pleasure.”

Taking a step back, Jing Yuan gave the other some room to step out, closing the door behind him before starting to walk side by side with the general. Dan Heng was still confused, not able to figure out exactly how he felt towards Jing Yuan and, even more, if those were his or Dan Feng’s feelings.

As they arrived in the gardens, Dan Heng couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity towards that place, but, at the same time, curiosity to walk deeper into it.

“You- I mean, Dan Feng used to come here often,” Jing Yuan said from behind, hoping to not disturb the other’s experience, “well, at least when Yingxing wasn’t around, hahah.”

Gently lifting a flower from the ground to feel its scent, Dan Heng let out a small chuckle hearing the other’s mistake. An habit that at first annoyed him, but, after spending more time with the general, he began to find it more amusing. “I see… and I suppose this was where you met him the most? What else did you two used to do when he came over?”

The general sighed in contempt, shaking his head as he chuckled softly. “It all used to happen when I was younger, hahah. You’ll have to apologize to me, but this old man’s head isn’t as good as it used to be back then.”

Dan Heng arched his eyebrow, turning his attention back to Jing Yuan, who was fondly smiling at him. “If you don’t wish to share it, general, there is no need to lie to me,” he pouted lightly, to the level where it was almost unnoticeable.

“I’m not lying,” Jing Yuan insisted, raising his hands in front of his chest. Dan Heng sighed, he didn’t seem to want to push the matter further, having a bad feeling about it, but he couldn’t help but feel a little upset. “I swear I can’t remember, don’t be mad ~” Jing Yuan mused as he walked over, watching the Vidyadhara Elder slightly turn his face away.

“You are acting just like Yanqing when I turn his spar requests down,” the general teased, noticing how Dan Heng insisted on treating him with silence. “If you keep this up, I’ll have to treat you like I treat him, then.”

Dan Heng needed to keep looking away, otherwise Jing Yuan would be able to see his lips curling into a smile as well. This playful approach of the general enticed his curiosity even further, making him wonder what he had up his sleeve.

Then, before he could wonder about Jing Yuan’s next step, Dan Heng felt a pair of hands attack both his sides, gently squeezing the spot. Letting out a surprised - and embarrassingly loud - squeal, Dan Heng quickly moved away from the general, turning back to him with an annoyed look. "What was that about?!"

"Oh, so you were listening to me, huh?" Jing Yuan laughed, wiggling his fingers menacingly towards Dan Heng. "But it seems you are pretty sensitive…"

"Don't you dare, general. Or I-"

"Or you what, Dan Heng? Come on, it's just a little tickling…" He took one step forward, making the other take one step back, trying to keep the distance between them the same despite Jing Yuan`s attempts to get closer.

"Or I will tickle you," Dan Heng said, not thinking properly before snapping back at the general. Those words, however, only seemed to amuse Jing Yuan even further, making his grin grow larger. There was no way he was letting such a discovery slip through his fingers like that.

"Oh? You'll tickle me?" He continued in a defiant tone, trying to read through him. If it was Dan Feng, he would be sent flying away in a blast of water for trying such a thing. But Dan Heng? He was pretty sure he could beat him in this kind of fight.

Tired of waiting, Jing Yuan decided to make the first move, reaching out his hand towards the other man. However, as he was merely inches away from Dan Heng, the general could only catch a glimpse of his tail moving in a defensive manner, landing a heavy - but not so strong - strike against his middle, enough to tackle him to the ground.

Letting out an audible grunt when his back hit the gardens’ ground, Jing Yuan could only let out a chuckle. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to ann-”

“I warned you, general,” Dan Heng interrupted him, smirking as he sat down on the other’s lap, his nimble hands already finding their way to Jing Yuan’s waist, pinching the spot through the cloth in his way. “And it seems… you are also a little sensitive, hm?”

A crooked smile quickly formed on his lips as some panicked giggles escaped. Wait, was he for real? Was he actually fighting back like that? The general tried to hold his wrists and push him away, twisting his torso as he attempted to escape. “D-Dan Feheng, wait- ahaAH!”

A louder cackle escaped right before he could say something else. The vidyadhara gave him a stern look, shaking his head in disapproval. “That’s not my name, general, how many times do I need to tell you that I’m not him?” Dan Heng said, feigning annoyance as he dug a little harder on Jing Yuan’s sides.

But there was no doubt this wasn’t the former elder, not a single one. After all, Jing Yuan knew very well Dan Feng would never engage in his “foolish and childish” games. Maybe that was the reason why his reincarnation could catch him off guard so easily.

“S-sohohohorry! A-ahAHah, y-you can stohohop now!” 

“Didn’t you say yourself that “it’s just a little tickling”?” Dan Heng mused with a smile, clawing at the general sides, making his laughter grow a little louder. If anyone from the Astral Express saw him right now, he wasn’t sure how he would explain himself - but it was just too early to stop.

With his legs immobilized under Dan Heng’s tail’s weight and his waist straddled, there was very little room for Jing Yuan to squirm - not to mention the fact that the other placed himself in such a way that he was sitting just out of the general’s reach, make it actually really hard (or impossible) to properly fight back the tickling. “I-I wahas wrohohong, Dan Heheheng!”

Jing Yuan pressed his eyes shut and laid his head back as he gave himself into the laughter, unable to do anything else other than hope to receive some mercy. “AhahAH, j-juhust quihihit it!”

Dan Heng slowly stopped moving his fingers, chuckling to himself. It was a rare sight to see the general laugh so carefreely, a much different sight from his usual self. “Guess Yanqing isn’t the only one that needs to learn… how to properly pick up a fight, huh?”

“A-ah, I suppose… I still have a few things to learn…” Jing Yuan sighed in relief, shyly giggling at himself. Just when he thought it was over, the general could feel the tip of the other’s tail tapping against his leg. Taken by curiosity, he opened his eyes, looking up to Dan Heng to be met with a mischievous grin.

“So… let’s see if you really learned your lesson, general.”

“Hah… surely, I look forward your teaching, Dan Heng.”

[flyingspacewhale93]

A bedroom adventure based on an erotic story (Jing Yuan/AFAB!reader)

NSFW! MINORS GO AWAY NSFW!

WC: 707

CW: Sex toys, Reader is G/N I just wanted to write smut idk

When your favourite general gives you a little smirk, you know you’re in for an adventure. “I bought something for our private time.” He croons, handing you a long elegant looking box. You open it to find a vibrator in your favourite colour with a pair of bunny ears for clitoral stimulation.

“You want me to use this tonight?” You flop back on your shared bed. “Or is this something for when you go on your business trips?”

He smiles. “Let’s just say I read the latest erotic short story all the women have been raving about.”

“So that’s why you were shirking your work again.”

Jing Yuan chuckles. “Please, darling, I was doing research . After all, how can I know how to please you? Times have changed since I was a young buck.”

“I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” You say, a smile of anticipation on your face. Even you too have heard of that story. A lady gets a mysterious package containing a sex toy from an unknown sender. When the lady uses the sex toy, it changes its shape to fit her every desire. All the while, she feels a pair of strong gentle arms embracing her as she orgasms and even squirts over and over again. She looks up and sees the face of a handsome incubus before passing out. After awakening, the incubus tells her that she was a beautiful meal before helping clean up and bathe her. You can hardly blame people for liking that story, unrealistic as is. Men tend to hardly be that loving in real life, but Jing Yuan is the exception.

Jing Yuan lies on the bed awaiting your return. He wraps his arms around you as you lie back and get comfy. “Let yourself be embraced by the pale moonlight, darling.” He whispers.

“No fair quoting lines from the story!” You laugh, turning the vibrator on. The bunny ears begin to work your clit sending shivers throughout your body.

“Hmm? But it seems it’s having quite the effect on you.” He smirks. “And I quite like seeing the results.” You begin to moan just then, pleasure rippling your mind and body. “That’s my little songbird. Let out your bliss.”

As you ease the toy inside you, your eyes roll back in your head. “Fuck, s-so good!”

“I see the look on your face is the same one I see when I get my cock in you. I wonder if this toy can get you to make the face you make when I’m utterly stuffed deep inside?”

“You always move your hips so slowly then!” You begin to pant deeply.

“You clearly need to learn more patience, darling.” His voice takes on the teasing sing-songy tone that you heard so many times before. “Besides, I quite like seeing a composed beauty like you become a feral ravenous mess just begging for a good hard pounding.”

Your back arches and your hips buck at the filthy words your general speaks. “G-Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” Pleasure fills you, blanking your mind.

“Already? I was just getting warmed up. You can go another round with your new toy, can’t you?”

A small whimper bursts from your mouth. “I-I’m so sensitive!”

Jing Yuan smirks. “I know, I know. Here, I’ll kiss you while you work the toy inside you.” His lips land on yours as you shiver, your second orgasm already on the horizon. “That’s it, ride it out for me, you’re doing so well.” He growls slightly in your ear before continuing. “Let your pleasure be embraced by the darkness!” This time your orgasm causes your world to go white. That last line from the book sends you into a vortex of ecstasy .

And yet, when you come to your senses, you find yourself in Jing Yuan’s arms. “Welcome back, sweetheart. I’ll help clean you up, but I think I want to leave the sheets so the servants can see how good I and your new toy made you feel.” He says. He’s always like this. Yet there’s something endearing about how he takes pride in your pleasure, making you feel like the royalty of the Luofu. You know for sure your adventures in the bedroom are never boring.

[69misato69]

ruby ribbon ✦ jing yuan x luocha

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2.7k words, smut, cw for heavy sexual themes, light bondage, unprotected intercourse. both AMAB, he/him pronouns. enjoy !

repost from my ao3. not taking HSR reqs yet because i am still digesting lore but jing yuan + luocha reqs, if you have any, are alright.

The Divine Foresight, Arbiter-General Jing Yuan. Ever so busy. Banquets, negotiations, strategy meetings, training a young apprentice on his own. There’s much to do, so much that needs his infinite wisdom and years of experience in order to operate smoothly.

The Dozing General — He’s not too mad at the title. It’s not only on point but also playful just like the way he enjoys to lead. — sometimes finds himself complaining about his workload. 

Fortunately, all it takes is one short walk around the perimeter for his mind to change. 

To see life bloom around him as the residents of the Xianzhou Luofu peacefully make their way through the day. Ensuring the safety of each step they take with the work of hundreds. What is it all for, if not for this?

Sometimes he gets lucky, blessed with a slow day. Times where he’s able to delegate all his work to subordinates and take a break from the everlasting chaos of it all. 

And if he’s really lucky, he catches a glimpse of a blonde man, carrying a coffin. Sometimes resting on a quiet corner as he wipes sheer lines of sweat from his forehead. 

Jing Yuan slowly makes his way towards the merchant, always stopping at a safe distance with his back turned to him. 

“Mr. Luocha.”

“General Jing Yuan.” 

Always a greeting of utmost formality. It takes a keen ear to hear that it’s laced with love. 

“Hope you’ve been alright. Fancy running into you once again.” 

“I share the sentiment, General. Please, carry on. I’m sure you must be busy.”

Jing Yuan departs with his fingers barely brushing against his. A touch that burns on the back of Luocha’s hand until darkness falls and the gentle intrusion is replaced by equally gentle lips. 

Today, however, Jing Yuan opens the door to his chambers to an unusual sight. The same blonde man he’s used to seeing in the streets during the day or wrapped up in his bedsheets at night, sitting on his chair in broad daylight. 

His hair is damp, ran through by Jing Yuan’s comb. Studied carefully by the merchant in front of his own dressing mirror, dressed in nothing but one of his towels around his waist. 

His glowing skin and sunshine hair blend into the golden ornaments of the comb almost seamlessly. Until — like a seal suddenly broken, he snaps out of the ritual he enjoys dearly and spots a light breeze creeping through the entrance. 

“Could you shut the door, General? I’m rather indecent.” 

“Luocha?” he complies, albeit in utter shock. 

“Yes, my love?” Luocha gazes at him from the mirror, “Were you not expecting me?”

“I was… Later tonight.”  

“My trip was horribly eventful, thought I would rest a bit. Should I not have come here?”

There are many questions to be asked. How Luocha infiltrated the building, for starters. Jing Yuan, is unfortunately too stunned to ask. 

“No… No, of course.” he shakes his head to the sides and approaches the chair from the back. One hand over the embellishments and one on his bare shoulder as he leans down to press a kiss on his cheek. 

“You’re here.” 

“I am.”

Still in disbelief, he takes a good look of them both — how Luocha is so beautiful and ethereal next to him. Any second without his flawless visage in his vision is disappointing. And any second with it — well, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else this world could offer. 

Droplets of water pool around his collarbones, dripping and drying over his glistening skin. He gets up, facing away from the mirror to land forehead to forehead with his lover. 

Jing Yuan’s clothes, the plates of his armor embrace his waist.

“I’ve missed you so much, my dearest.”

He pulls Luocha closer, hips stacked over his — pressing his lips wherever he can aimlessly. His head falls on Luocha’s shoulder, a taller frame snuggled close to his slimmer figure. Coddled and cooed with a hand entangled in his hair. 

Jing Yuan’s gaze trails to the white flowers growing in the pot on his dresser, much less beautiful than the one in his arms.

“My beautiful iris.”  

“Inconsistent care is more than enough to make a flower wilt, you know.” he jests. 

“Then stay with me.” Jing Yuan doesn’t lift his head, face still nuzzling into Luocha’s shoulder. 

“I will, for this week.”

If only he would stay, bless him with the same face each morning and breathe life into him every waking moment, effortlessly like he does now with solely his warmth. 

He pulls away to face him again. The thought of him departing in less than a week is enough to paint a pout on his mouth. Luocha cups his cheek to brush his thumb over his lips.

“What’s with the face? So unsightly for a man your age…”

“You’re calling me old?” 

“Of course not… You don’t look a day over 400.” 

Jing Yuan chuckles, punishing him with dozens of small kisses over his lips until Luocha’s unable to form coherent sentences without being interrupted.

His expression turns worried upon closer inspection. Sunken under-eyes, dark bags that stick out on his pale skin. 

“You seem tired, Jing Yuan.” 

Compassionate yet firm, concerned. 

The general holds Luocha’s wandering hand and kisses the palm of it.

“I’m alright. A bit overworked nowadays, but I managed to take two days off.” 

“Rest. I’ll cook dinner.” 

Jing Yuan hates worrying him. During their time apart, Luocha is as busy as he is, if not more. “I’m afraid we have some new changes in trading laws that prohibit you from leaving my side during your stay here.” he informs. 

“Oh, is that so?”

He lifts Luocha’s hips to sit on the dresser, his back almost kissing at the mirror. 

He kisses at Luocha’s shoulders, palm moving up and down along his spine lovingly. To soothe, to unwind the man he’s smitten with and dependent on — the way waves need the wind, like a good night’s sleep, a machine with its battery drained into complete exhaustion. 

Luocha raises his arms, his hands in a bind over the general’s nape.  As they meet chest to chest, the towel around his waist gradually slips down, folds almost falling to the sides. Jing Yuan’s gaze is fixed on the mirror again. He pulls away, ever so slightly to brush Luocha’s hair to the side. 

His back — perfect on every corner and crevice despite the bruises laid by his coffin around his shoulder blades and healed marks ingrained by Jing Yuan’s nails that accompany them. He presses down with the tips of his fingers, eliciting a hiss. 

Jing Yuan is unsure as to why he never tends to his own wounds. 

It’s unspoken between the two, his abilities. To think that not only does he know, but he also harbors one of Abundance in his chambers.

In his heart, held between his arms. The thought of it is enough to shake the resolve of a man regardless of how strong-willed he may be. 

Therefore, he refrains from discussing it. Though it’s immature of a being as old as he is and terribly reckless of a General of the Cloud Knights to avoid the matter entirely, he pretends not to be mesmerized when a fading bird comes to life inside Luocha’s palm. 

He doesn’t say ‘thank you’ when he wakes up with each one of his injuries healed. Emerald green traces still sit at Luocha’s fingertips while he’s sound asleep, he stares and examines until they fade into the abyss of the night. 

Jing Yuan pulls him close, before the morning sun claims the room. He holds Luocha close to his chest as his lover’s pure soul cleanses the thoughts plaguing his mind. Even in deep slumber — a blooming, white iris pressed close to his chest. 

To him it’s peace, despite the war they stand for while laying breath to breath. 

A week, he’s reminded of it again.

A week that he will spend kissing his bruises better, drawing fresh ones of love to be concealed under his coat for the rest of his travels. Nothing pains him more than seeing Luocha shy away from the mirror as he strips before stepping into the bathtub. 

To Jing Yuan, it’s an honor to love the most dedicated man he knows, one that carries the marks of it etched into his skin. It matters not how Luocha’s mission is unbeknownst to him and possibly will be forever. 

The patience in his gentle eyes, dulled with the weight of his undertaking — Jing Yuan sees a golden spark return to his pupils whenever he kisses Luocha. 

When he whispers love into his heart and carves his mark deep within, he sees them catch on fire with excitement. 

Jing Yuan kneels before him. Dinner can wait. 

All else is fleeting but him. Unnecessary, secondary. 

He kisses up at his legs, along his torso and over his forearms. Luocha’s thighs rest atop his shoulders, ankles crossed behind his back. He needs it as much as Luocha does, it’s evident. How he yearns for a taste, clutching his thighs tightly. 

Growing needier by each passing minute, for the one he’s so powerless against. 

Jing Yuan is — untouched until he returns. Luocha can feel his patience wane swiftly the second he’s back. His tongue, warm and soft — Luocha jolts as it’s met with the tip of his cock. Jing Yuan’s lips wrap around him ravenously. 

Of lust and longing, his lips slide all the way to his base, nails digging into his hips. It’s passionate but not rushed. He takes Luocha with ease, rubbing his tip against the insides of his cheeks, over his tongue that swirls around his painfully erect cock. 

“Hah.” 

Luocha grips the edge of the dresser, all thoughts vanishing with the delicious sensation. His hand holds the roots of Jing Yuan’s hair, the bundle held together by the ribbon. Luocha slides his head forward slowly, not letting him wander off before he feels the back of Jing Yuan’s throat. 

A tight space that welcomes him after an audible gulp. Tears well up in the corners of Jing Yuan’s eyes.

Bringing a Knight to his knees, consumed by lust, burning up for him.

Certainly a rare sight, it must be. He cherishes it deeply, always. 

After a while, he finds his hips rocking against Jing Yuan’s mouth in desperation. The urge to fuck his pretty mouth for longer, painting his soft lips white — tempting but it's too soon. It’s only past the afternoon, he must save his strength. 

So, he gently pushes Jing Yuan off of himself with saliva and precum dripping from his lips over the carpet. The general comes back up as tender fingers rid him of his clothes, occasionally taking breaks to pet his skin, mesmerized by the beauty. It’s a change of pace Jing Yuan never resists, feeling so adored. 

“Beautiful…” Luocha whispers against his lips.

Clothes pooling around his ankles and heart racing in his chest. 

Jing Yuan carries him to the bed and lays on his back with Luocha on his lap. And a heated kiss that lasts the whole, short journey. 

“Lay back.” Luocha raises one brow when he’s taken by both hands. 

Jing Yuan grins, holding his wrists together close to his chest and untying the ribbon in his hair — “I already have.” 

It’s true, factually. Not so much in the sense that he has meant. 

“I’m a guest. Aren’t I, General?” 

“Do as you wish with me, my light.” 

“Saying this, while you tie me up…” 

“When did that ever stop you from having it your way?”

The restraints mean little to him in terms of limiting his movements, but rile him up to the extent that his breath hitches with every loop of the ribbon.

Luocha: Always content, never happy. Until he’s in Jing Yuan’s arms. When joy overtakes him so suddenly with ease. It’s different from the gradual way nature weaves its webs, the method which he respects with all his heart and soul. 

This is different. Volatile and unpredictable. 

It’s unusual to him whenever the emotion registers itself to them both. 

Luocha gazes down at his wrists, bound on his chest in a simple yet restrictive knot with what Jing Yuan wears in his hair everyday. 

It finds its way to him often, around his neck and his waist. That one night around his thigh, hidden under his clothes as they sat side by side at a banquet. 

He remembers everyone’s surprise at the General wearing his hair down, amused with their reactions as the culprit. In his mind, it’s vivid as the bright red of the ribbon how he laid on the same bed as they do now, Jing Yuan’s warm breath hovering over it before he stripped him hurriedly and admired the ribbon for minutes before eventually undoing it with his mouth.

Luocha’s fond of it, the familiar feeling of the soft fabric, neatly sealed ends draping down from his forearms. The way it pulls his forehead back when Jing Yuan pins his hair up high and wraps the soft ponytail around his fist.  

Luocha lifts his hips slowly, assisted by two hands on his pelvis. He holds the general’s cock, begging for attention, between his cheeks, sliding along his length without taking him in. 

Jing Yuan grunts involuntarily, doing his best not to rush him but failing to hide his efforts. It takes some blissful sighs, some desperate and needy moans and a hold on his hips that gradually tighten for Luocha to eventually spread his legs further and settle over him. 

His walls clench around Jing Yuan, sucking him in until he’s numb. Stuffed deep inside, then he bottoms out with a long sigh. Feeling returns to Jing Yuan’s lower body, one that overtakes him so intensely that he’s on the verge of tears once again already. 

Luocha rolls his hips, swaying beautifully with every thrust that stretches his walls. 

Almost like a dance — long, blonde locks flowing behind him, rhythmically like a set decor that cooperates with the show. 

Jing Yuan reaches to hold his wrists as Luocha clings on instantly with both hands. He holds Jing Yuan’s hand in between them, lowering his head to pepper kisses over his knuckles lovingly.

Love. A weak word that could never describe what he feels for the man under him. How his heart flutters every time Jing Yuan moans his name and mutters words of affection, it can’t find a substitute in any language he knows of. 

He feels Jing Yuan straighten his back and pull him closer, gasping at the deeper thrusts as he assists him to move faster.

A kiss on his forehead, silently asking for his attention.

“Red really suits you.” 

A hoarse, enticing voice ringing in his ears. 

Luocha intertwines his own fingers together when he pulls his hand away. Almost as if he’s praying his way into a kiss. As always, they are answered and fulfilled without a single word.

Luocha melts into the kiss, his body trembles under Jing Yuan’s hands. It feels like his heart is about to fall out from his chest to shower a more crimson shade of red all over their bodies.

He fights to keep his eyes open when a hand wraps around his leaking cock. Jing Yuan must be getting close, but Luocha feels too blinded to perceive a cue of it. 

“Jing Yuan…”

His thumb digs into Luocha’s quivering slit, fingers moving up and down along the length of it until his movements turn shaky. Luocha whimpers into his mouth, spine slithering with pleasure. 

Until he releases over Jing Yuan’s hand, spasming hips and high-pitched, fast-paced moans. His eyes suddenly widen with the impact, which is for the best since he gets to watch Jing Yuan follow his lead with a low growl.

Panting as he’s filled up to the brim with his warmth, Luocha wants nothing more to wrap his arms around and keep him locked in until the end of time. 

He wants to stay, in the only corner of this world where nothing can ever hurt them. 

Though not until the end of time, for now he can — he can stay caged in Jing Yuan’s arms, soothed by his kisses, cherished with his fingers entangled in his hair. 

It dries, only to be soaked by Luocha’s sweat yet again. 

thank you for reading !!!

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober Day 27

Prompt 27: "I don't know if they will accept this."

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warnings: None

"They're not going to accept this." Jing Yuan muttered, mostly to himself and the scroll before him but the woman with him heard as well.

"Accept what?" Stelle looked up from her phone where she had been playing a game. As far as she had been aware he was just working on the usual paperwork.

"Me retiring."

"I thought Diviner Fu was waiting on that edge of her seat for that? She cocked her head curiously. Sure, the General retiring from his position had been bandied about for years but she alone knew why he delayed. That reason went by the name of Yanqing.

Jing Yuan snorted in amusement. "She is. Especially after she has been helping me these years since Phantylia. I meant the Ten-Lord Commission not going to accept me retiring from the Luofu to join you on the Express."

She blinked. "You're serious about that?" Sure their relationship had endured these past few years despite their consistent distance from each other. That didn't mean that Stelle didn't long for more time with her lover.

He chuckled and reached out to direct her closer so he could kiss her softly. "I've always been serious about that, my dear. I just needed to wait until Yanqing was old enough to not need me anymore."

She couldn't help the smile stealing a second kiss while he was still close enough. Aeons she loved any kiss he granted her and that love hadn't faded since the first one. "He'll always need you. Just like you'll always need him. You're family."

He caressed her cheek with a laugh before sitting back. "But he is old enough to be counted as an adult now and can take care of himself."

"So why don't you think the ten lords will accept what you want?"

"They aren't eager to let any Xianzhou native go much less someone like me. If I'm retired and still here I can still be called on if needed." He explained.

"Oh." She considered that. Silly concept but she supposed it made sense. "Maybe put in that in becoming one the Nameless you're pursuing the Hunt of the Destruction more personally." She still remembered his declaration at the defeat of the Lord Ravager. "It can't hurt to try."

Another chuckle and he leaned forward again to press a kiss to her forehead. "You have a point. The worst they can do is say no."

Stelle smiled at the feel of his lips against her skin. "And the best thing will have us have the opportunity to be together more often and you can see more of the galaxy."

He laughed, pleased at the positivity she displayed. Despite everything, Stelle was able to look at the bright side of life. "I hope you'll take pity on an old man trying to keep up with you and the rest of the Trailblazers."

Tipping her chin up she caught his lips in lingering kiss. "I'll think about it." She murmured into his mouth. "I love you."

His hand came to cradle her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. When he spoke his voice had dropped any amusement and held only a reverent whisper. "As I do you, Stelle. Always."

[thegreatmercutio]

Chapter 1: The Lovers’ Long Night. ("The Forgotten Prince"...I am still thinking of the main title??).

A Malec Fanfiction. Inspired by the books and the show. Characters are not mined. Original characters are. It’s a fanfiction. Fanfic rules apply.

Rating: mature, there’s content. That’s guaranteed.

Chapter Summary: Sleepless nights, old memories, Pan & Wang…and a phone call…

This will be my first chaptered fic. I am on the move a lot. So, my iPad is my life. But unfortunately posting it on an iPad, using the app…is limited in the tools and skills. I will organize and tidy the chapters as it progresses. My apology for the long post.

Special thanks and hugs to @mimeticeternity and @scarlet-demon1998 (thank you guys for the encouragement)

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The house smelled of Arabian jasmines and coffee. A young woman, with long raven hair and rich honey toned skin. Her green dress with sheer pink tones trickled slowly with the cool morning wind. She held a small child, almost 5 years old. He rested his head on her shoulder as she hummed him a lullaby. He shared her skin, her hair, and the soft melody of her voice. But his eyes, came from his father: wise, powerful, and dangerously curious.

She called him, Tokoh; her prince. And she tells him one day he will be a king. She teaches him about the importance of strengths, the courage of kindness, and the value of true beauty and life. She washed his face with orchid water, brushed his hair, and dressed him in the finest silk. Prepared him a cup of warm milk and sweet bread. He would sit quietly, watching her as she put on her makeup. Pressed safflower for her red lips, smooth kohl for her eyes, dried golden flakes to highlight, and fresh roses petals for her cheeks. He could still see her now in his dreams and how he watched her like an admirer to an artist’ work. He would climbed up to her lap, patting his cheeks and easily charming her with his baby teeth smile.

“Does my sweet Tokoh, do you want to be pretty like mama? But you are so beautiful, handsome Tokoh.” She smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Pretty like mama.” He patted his cheeks again.

She gently placed a small line of kohl on his eyes. Rubbed roses on his cheeks, and his favorite, the golden flakes. In which she called, stars dust on the corners of his eyes.

“Pretty like mama.” He smiled as he stared into the mirror.

She held his hand as they walk to the market every morning. He would held his head high, for he is the sun, gold, and proud. He sang her French songs that he learned from his Dutch teacher. And he tells her secrets about his cat, Joyo. He talks to him. She would tell him old tales about the great warriors and the fallen foes. About the Heavens and the darkness, and each tale crafted with a lesson.

He felt a like a stranger looking from afar. A mother and her son. A shared memory of many mundane days before his true blood tore it apart. The memory was sweet and bitter. Such memories are haunting. It stays under his skin, buried in his fresh and finds it way to his conscience once in a while. A dream and a nightmare. Every motions and feeling remained intact and it was suffocating. It made him sad. How much he missed it and despised it.

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It was around 2 am, when his mind released him. And he is back in his loft, nested in his bed with pair of strong arms wrapped around him. Alexander. His soft snores muffled between Magnus’ neck. He wondered how the man slept alone before.

Alec knew nothing of personal space in the realm of their bed, his long limps wrapped possessively around Magnus. It’s comforting and welcoming. Alec is his anchor, especially in these long nights. Truth is Magnus shared the same gravitational pull. Two souls, two bodies, and two pieces of the puzzle that found each other. To be troubled with the past but yet at peace in one room, amazed him. Magnus pulled Alec in closer, kissing the softness of his hair. Alec’s fingers were so cold.

Alec has been sick with the flu. It came unexpectedly, but not surprisingly. It rained for days as the month of October came. The summer heat was rapidly replaced by the cold winds. It started with light coughs and squeezes. One night on a late patrol with Izzy by the East River, fighting a lesser demon. Alec felt in the icy river and came home, soaked and running a fever.

It took a lot of work to convince his stubborn boyfriend to stay home, even when he was vomiting and delirious. After admitting to defeat, Alec turn out to be an adorable and a terrible patient. He whined and complained about the politics of Dancing with the Stars. Discovered the show X-files. Turning pouting into an art form to get his way. He refused to eat anything but Italian’s Zuppa Toscana and ice cream, and he only sleeps when Magnus holds him.

Magnus has been doing all his works at home. Often with Alec resting on his lap. Magnus didn’t mind. He loves taking care of Alec and it breaks his heart to see his Alexander so miserable. He wished he could, snap his fingers and uses his magic to ease such a mundane virus but Cat warned him, not to mess with the human anatomy of a shadowhunter when it comes to the flu. Let his body heal on his own, or it won’t learn. However, every headaches, chills, and pain; Magnus eased him with his magic and kisses.

“Mag…nuss” Alec mumbled, eyes still closed. His body shake, chills. Magnus held him closer, rubbing his back. Alec’s cold fingers slide under Magnus’ shirt, absorbing his heat.

“Darling, you’re cold.” He gently lift Alec’s chin up, locking their lips. In a slow surge of magic, Magnus radiated a warmth of air into Alec. The kiss deepens. Alec pulled himself up, pressing harder against Magnus. The hungry in his eager tongue and the softness of his pleads turned a kiss into a need.

“Alexander, mi amor…you’re not well…” He gave him another kiss. Alec pouted, disappointed. He reached for another kiss. Magnus kissed him, running his free hand down into Alec’s briefs, wrapping his fingers on to his hard cock. “…a compromise.”

Alec’s breathing grew heavy with each slow stokes of his warm hand. He whispered quiet pleads in Magnus’ ear. Magnus rewarding him with small kisses.

“I’ll tell you story, about Pan Zhang and Wang Zhongxian, the unsung lovers of the Song Dynasty…” Magnus said softly against Alec’s cheek.

“Yes…” Alec loves Magnus’ extended history and their stories, especially when it is interpreted through the soft echoing deep melody that is Magnus’ voice. “…ah.” He pressed his face closer. “…ah…ah.”

“Pan Zhang was a scholar, a writer. Known for his beauty. Wang Zhongxian was one of his students…an admirer and the ruler of feudal Chu.”

“Naughty…teach..er.” Alec replied, with short breaths.

Magnus smiled. “Yes, naughty teacher.” Alec breathing slowed down. “…these two men, from the moment they saw each other…they were in love, destined to find each other. Together they shared wisdoms, tales, adventures, and a pillow with unbounded intimacy as they say. I’ll let you guess what that is?”

Alec smiled, a small laugh. “Unbounded, huh?”

Magnus laughed. “…and their partnership created masterpieces.” Alec began to move, slowly pacing himself to Magnus seductive voice. “…and they were together until their joined death…and the lovers were buried on the peak of Mount Luofu. And a tree miraculously grew there on the lovers’ grave, with it’s growing branches eternally reaching and embracing each other.” Magnus quicken his strokes. Alec pressed his body deeper into Magnus, reaching his release. A unity of heavy breaths, started rapidly to a calming steadiness.

“Magnus…Mag…I love you.” Alec whispered, his lips on Magnus’ cheek. Still steadying himself from the high.

“I love you too.” He kissed his forehead.

“I want to be a tree with you…Magnus.” He said softly, tired and exhausted hazel eyes meeting Magnus’ golden eyes in the dark. Alec smiled, slowly falling back to sleep. They both laughed.

“Alexander…I would love to be a tree with you.” Magnus snapped his fingers, cleaned himself and Alec. He kissed him on his lip, pulling Alec back into his embrace.

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In the east and west they planned pine and cedar;

On the left and right they planted firmiana and paulownia.

Their branches covered one another;

Their leaves intertwined with one another.

“The Peacock Southeast Flew” (Kongque dongnan fei)

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As Magnus begin to drifted back to sleep, his cell phone rang. The bedside clock read 4:35 am. He avoided it, hoping that it was some accidentally call. Everyone who knows Magnus, knows that’s his office hours begins after coffee and highlights. The ringing stopped and returned. It was persistent. Magnus gave in, wanting it to stop before it woke Alec. He reached for it, unfortunately with Alec hold. It was difficult.

Magic. Duh, Magnus. He felt stupid. He waved his hands and the phone appeared. Still, ringing. With every movement, Alec pulled him closer. Magnus couldn’t help but grinned.

It was Fin Milton. _______________________________________________________________________

Alec woke up as Magnus tried to untangle himself from his hold. His dazed eyes stared at Magnus as Alec reached for him; a natural reflex. He kissed him, telling him go back to sleep. Fortunately, Alec did.

“Fin, please slow down.” Magnus was worried. Fin was babbling fanatically. He couldn’t understand him.

“Magnus, I need your help…please…Magnus, I need you!” Fin forced himself to slow his breathing. He was hyperventilating, scared, and desperate. _______________________________________________________________________

Author note: Remember flu season is coming, don’t forget to get your flu shot.

[crguang]

Ahh I'm so happy to find another Yukong enjoyer around! Hope you don't mind I rant a bit... At first I liked her design but her companion story was like a punch to the gut.

The potential of angst that woman has is off charts. Specially in that 30 years gap post 3rd abundance war and pre-game. Since she seems to have tried to bury anything from her time as a pilot, while still grieving Caiyi and her want to fly.

I can't help to think what if she kept in contact with another fighter jet pilot friend that survived, not only for her unresolved feelings for Caiyi but going off how she handled Qingni. It's easy to picture her both wanting to hold on to that person as a remanent of the past but also keeping them at arms length, even worse if said person is working in the Luofu. I wouldn't put past Yukong to use her new position to try to keep them on the ground or at least in the Luofu as much as posible even to the detriment to their relationship.

ah, the character of all time, my yukong… i think you bring up an interesting point that i haven’t really considered before, her relationship with other veterans might be fickle because of what you mentioned. on one hand, it’s important for her to keep in touch with people who understand her grief, who have been through the same things she has and it would also bring her relief to not focus too heavily on what she lost but rather who is still with her today. on the other hand, these people (at least her squad or the people she fought with) relied on her a lot out there as the best pilot and she used to promise them that she’ll bring them all home, so she might feel a lot of guilt about not being able to follow through on that, which would lead her to distance herself from them… plus there’s her position as a charioteer, raising a child on her own, etc. i feel like she was so busy and so constantly preoccupied that she didn’t have time to properly grieve, that’s why she feels a lot more emotional once qingni has grown up and become a fighter pilot— all those worries are a weight off her shoulders and that means she has the space and the clarity to process what she lost.

i think though that yukong understands most of all the calling of the sky, and if her veteran friends didn’t give up flying i don’t think she would stop them. she sees caiyi’s husband dying at war as something heroic and incredibly brave she was only so harsh on qingni because of caiyi’s promise and her own fears, but in the end she understands what it means to belong with the clouds. that’s part of the tragedy with yukong in my opinion — she has lost so much to the sky, this space that means everything to her, where she finds comfort and belonging and freedom most of all. it is the source of her pain and was once her will to live as well. she used to define herself with it, her most treasured memories are of it, she still longs for it even after decades of thinking her wings are broken and that she can never fly again. that’s insane to me. yukong and the sky are inseparable yet she herself keeps this distance between them and hurts herself in the process. now, though, she is more than a pilot. the people who know her don’t know her as “ace”. there are other matters that take priority in her life. she is needed, but in another way. she makes me so emotional, i love her so much it’s unbelievable.

i’m getting old. i think i’m getting old. my wings are broken. i will die. i can’t fly again. i’m like an ant. i can’t go back. i think i’ll die. i think my wings are broken. i want to go back. i want to go back. i want to go back.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. lord please take all of her suffering, quadruple it and give it to RATIO, TOPAZ and SAMPO!