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was fighting chip for the first time but my textures have been having minor little glitches so. his saw looks bloody. on some creepypasta shit

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Practice Makes Perfect (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Shenhe x Yelan

Tags: Training, Fights, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Teacher-Student Relationship, Mentors, Improper Use of Visions (Genshin Impact), Improper Use of Cryo (Genshin Impact), Battle, Masturbation, Friends to Lovers, Liyue Lantern Rite (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

Shenhe's training is off to a bumpy start…and not just for her. Yelan is starting to feel things she shouldn't.

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Chapter 2: Training Troubles

Shenhe’s lessons were comprised of both physical training as well as working to understand the unwritten rules of society. To Yelan, it seemed she caught on quickly when it came to fighting, but not so much when it came to being her own person.

“Alright. First day of training. You ready?” Yelan asked, stretching her arms as they walked to the center of the training room. Shenhe gave a sharp nod.

“First things first: What kind of vision do you have? Also, tell me a bit about your fighting background.”

Shenhe flashed the light blue gem. “It’s cryo. I’ve learned some hand-to-hand combat skills and my weapon of choice is a polearm,” she answered quickly.

“Okay, then. We’ll start with some basics. I’m going to throw some water in the air, and I’d like you to freeze it for me.” She flicked her wrist, and a stream of water shot out in her direction. Shenhe waved her hand and the droplets immediately turned solid and shot back toward Yelan. Swerving her head, Yelan barely dodged them in time.

Wide-eyed, Shenhe started walking toward her. “I apologize! I didn’t mean to use that much force.”

“No, no! It’s alright. That’s what we’re here to figure out together." Yelan reassured her. “How about some basic sparring first, maybe?”

Yelan ran at her readying her fist to throw a punch. Reading her move, Shenhe grabbed her arm and flipped her over her shoulder. With a loud crack, Yelan landed against the wall. “Ow. OW. Wow. Okay. We’ve got a ways to go it seems. No big deal. We’ll get there.”

Shenhe stood in the middle of the training room looking down at her feet. She was beginning to think this was a bad idea.

“Let’s attempt one more thing. Show me some moves with your spear,” Yelan instructed as she slowly walked back to the center of the room massaging her shoulder. She set up a training dummy and stepped back. Shenhe jabbed at an incredible speed and pierced it too many times for Yelan to count. Leaping into the air, she hit the dummy with a cryo-powered strike that sent it flying across the room. Shards of ice littered the floor that was now cratered by the sheer force of the attack. The dummy was nowhere to be seen. Shenhe cringed as she readied herself for beratement.

“Your strength is insanely impressive, Shenhe. In time, I’m sure we’ll get you to a point you’re comfortable with. Don’t worry. We’ll get this room cleaned up. I’ve been meaning to have it renovated anyway.”

The girl relaxed her shoulders. “You’re…not upset with me?” She asked with hesitation in her voice.

Yelan let out a nervous laugh. “Uh, no. This is what we are here to do. You have a gift – now we just have to bring out its potential in a much safer way.”

“A…gift?” No one had ever called it this. She had always seen her strength as a curse.

“Yeah. It might take some time for you to see it that way, but for now, let’s rest up.”

Moving back up to the living quarters of the base, Yelan collected her wallet and headed for the trap door. “I’m going to leave for a bit to get some quotes on getting the training room fixed up with things for your training. Would you like to join me?”

Shenhe shook her head no, thank you, and headed to her room.

A gift! No one’s ever called it that before. Everyone has always told me how dangerous I am and that this ability makes me a monster. Master Yelan didn’t seem afraid of it or me…

Over the next few weeks, the two women conducted various exercises to get Shenhe ready for when Ningguang and Beidou would stop by to assess her progress. Yelan first set up glasses of water for her to freeze. The smaller the increments, the easier it’d be to work her way up to larger amounts without losing control.

When it came to physical strength training, Yelan could tell she was holding back on purpose. “You’re not going to hurt me. I can take it. I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

“Master Yelan, I do not feel my abilities are a gift, as you see them. I can seriously hurt people. I’m a monster with murderous tendencies. That’s why the adepti bound my soul with red ropes - so I would not be a danger to anyone.”

“Just Yelan is fine. No need for formalities. And we need to show that bird she’s wrong about you. The way one perceives their abilities is part of how they manage them. By viewing them as a positive instead of a negative while still understanding the consequences of their misuse is how you’ll master them.”

Yelan put her hand on Shenhe’s shoulder. “Also. You’re not a monster. Maybe a little robotic at times, but certainly not a monster. I’m here to help you evolve into the person you were always meant to be.” Without thinking, Shenhe turned to her and hugged her tightly, catching her completely off guard.

“Thank you,” she whispered before releasing her, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

“Y-yeah…that’s what I am here for. Let’s not dally. Onto the last portion of training.” Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her ears.

Although Yelan preferred using a bow, she knew a few moves with a polearm (it was always best to practice with multiple weapons – she never knew when she might have to use one as a part of a secret identity). Shenhe readied her spear, but Yelan noticed her stance was off.

“Here, let me show you something,” Yelan said as she stood next to her, one foot back the other forward. One hand grasped the middle of the spear and the other further down the shaft. “Like this. It gives you a wider stance and free range of your leg movement if need be. You always want to be ready to dodge or parry. If you stand with your feet too close together, it’ll be much harder to protect yourself.”

Shenhe took her stance once more. Yelan approached her to move her into the correct position. Tapping her thigh, she moved one leg back. Coming up behind her, she grabbed the spear and moved her hands where they should be. The proximity made Yelan’s stomach do backflips. Shenhe wiggled in her embrace as she tried to get used to the positioning and it was making Yelan sweat.

“There we go. Hey, why don’t we stop here for the day? I feel like it’s starting to get a bit warm in here and we could both use some downtime.”

Now back in their respective rooms, Yelan was wrestling with thoughts she shouldn’t be having in the shower. She tried to ignore the image of Shenhe pressed against her, the feeling of her writhing far too close for comfort. Soon she found her hands were acting of their own volition. Her fingers teased one of her nipples as her other hand applied pressure between her thighs. It didn’t take long before she was gasping Shenhe’s name as she came, praying the flowing water had drowned out her voice.

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It took some time, but the girl was slowly coming into her own. She had developed a bond of trust with Yelan, as well as with Ningguang and Beidou. Now more confident that she wouldn’t seriously injure those around her, Shenhe began to lower the wall she had built over many years of being considered dangerous.

The two were expecting a visit from the Tianquan and the captain and had prepared an exercise to show the progress she had made since the last time they conducted a check-in. The four of them gathered together in the training room as Yelan and Shenhe took their fighting stances at the center. Beidou and Ningguang leaned against the wall at a safe distance to watch.

Yelan launched an attack on Shenhe, and she parried her with just the right amount of force. This was an incredible improvement from the last time - with the hit she took during their first encounter, she ended up at Bubu Pharmacy for the strongest painkillers they had. Yelan offered her a smile in silent encouragement.

Shenhe dodged her punch but fell to the floor when Yelan swiped her leg. Thinking fast, Shenhe kicked the other woman’s shin in retaliation and Yelan fell against her face-to-face. Yelan’s heart raced in her chest. It was as if her surroundings had gone dark and all that shone through the blackness was Shenhe’s ethereal beauty, glistening like new-fallen snow.

The sound of clapping jolted her back to her senses and she hastily scrambled off Shenhe and helped her to her feet.

“That was awesome, guys! It looks like Shenhe might even be able to take me at this point,” Beidou shouted happily.

“Now that we have her strength under control, I think the next step will be taking her topside to see how she interacts with citizens,” Ningguang voiced her thoughts out loud.

“Baobei, relax! That’ll come in due time. For now, let’s celebrate what she’s accomplished so far. Yelan clearly knows what she’s doing,” Beidou corrected.

Her use of the affectionate nickname for Ningguang made Yelan want to gag. She nodded a quick thank you to Beidou so as not to be perceived as rude and to set a good example for her pupil.

“If that’s all, I think Shenhe and I will turn in,” Yelan announced, hoping they’d take the hint.

After the two women took their leave, Shenhe came to a stop at her mentor’s side. “Yelan…why does Captain Beidou call Lady Ningguang ‘baobei?’”

“It’s just…a nickname Beidou has for her.”

“Oh! Does that mean Ningguang has one for her?” she inquired.

“I’ve heard a variety over the years. Sweetheart, dear, my captain…the list goes on,” Yelan answered, unsure of where the line of questioning was headed.

“They must be good friends to be able to call one another by such names,” Shenhe murmured, clearly in deep thought.

Yelan wasn’t quite sure how to answer her. “Uh…yes. They are very, very good friends. They’ve known each other for years.” They weren’t exactly hiding their relationship from the two of them, yet they hadn’t outright told Shenhe, either. It wasn’t her place to elaborate further.

“Are we not good friends now? Should we give each other nicknames?”

Yelan blinked back at her silently. “I mean…yes, at this point I suppose we are. Is that something you’d want to do?” Her stomach flipped at the thought. She wasn’t used to this kindness, and the way Shenhe was looking at her - that innocent but intense stare - wasn’t helping.

“No, it’s fine. I like your name as it is. It means night orchid, does it not? I’ve always preferred the moonlight in the mountains to the artificial light of the cities,” Shenhe responded with a smile.

Yelan felt her cheeks start to warm. “Thank you. I like yours the way it is as well. Immoral crane is an homage to the one who raised you, right?” Yelan gently stated. For some reason, she felt disappointed that Shenhe hadn’t come up with a term of endearment for her.

Shenhe’s face lit up. “Yes, it is! My master took me in when no one else would. She’s very dear to me. Perhaps I should come up with a nickname for her to show my gratitude. Yelan, thank you for all your help so far. I’m truly indebted to you. I’m going to head to my room to rest now,” Shenhe said before suddenly brushing her lips against Yelan’s cheek.

Yelan stood stock still. Did she just do what I think she did? “G-good night. Sleep well.” Before she could address the gesture, she heard the soft click of Shenhe’s bedroom door.

What was that all about? Why am I reacting like a schoolgirl with a crush? It’s no big deal. She’s probably just imitating something she saw Beidou do. She didn’t mean anything by it.

That night, Yelan dreamed of Shenhe kissing more than just her cheek. She imagined her fingers tracing every inch of her, their bodies intertwined, the taste of her tongue. The cool night air permeated the sweat dripping off her brow, shocking her awake.

What the hell is happening? We are student and teacher. Nothing more. She thought to herself as she stared up at her bedroom ceiling. After tossing and turning for half the night, she gave up on trying to fall back asleep. There was only one way she was going to get any rest.

Removing her pants and underwear, she tossed them to the side of the bed. Already wet, she gathered her arousal and slid a pair of fingers across her clit. Her other hand caressed her breast, her nipple taught and sensitive to the slightest brush. The chill of her room cooled her fingertips and she imagined it was Shenhe using the power bestowed by her vision to tease her. She pictured herself inserting two digits into her and finding the spot that would make her lose herself. Yelan continued to thrust her fingers, calling Shenhe’s name as she came.

Coming down from her high, she rolled over and whispered, “Oh no…this is not good.”

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#it often feels like parts of the gnc queer community will be like “you're not doing GNC right” #and I'm like “Other people put me here” (tags courtesy of @myfootyrthroat)

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If gender is a performance, it is possible and not like, immoral to just be unskilled or bad at performing your gender (quote from above)

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Some of them will also be 100% straight too. The same applies, and yes, this is a good thing. Gender roles strangle us all, and hanging so much on what is just stereotypes is not helpful and is directly harmful to all of us. (comment courtesy of @stealth-liberal)

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Queer the cis/trans binary (comment courtesy of @zexreborn)

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a lot of ppl don't seem to get that trans/queer acceptance means not being special. it means not being able to clock someone cuz like, yeah they've got blue hair and pronouns, but they might just be some chill cis dude. it means the erasure of identifiers as distinctly identifying. and thats a good thing, get with it (comment courtesy of @tornad001)

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I can never really articulate why I hate it when people suggest "well maybe you're nonbinary" but this gets at some of it

something something, a narrowing of the accepted ways of being a man/woman, and then you get forced into some stupid third non-category instead (comment courtesy of @brighterflowers)

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Thank you for saying this.

The only person who can say if you are trans is you. This means the only person who can tell another person if they’re trans is them! Even if you feel you lack an obstacle to seeing things that they have, there is no situation in which you are the right one to make this call.

Additionally: supporting questioning properly means you celebrate someone completely regardless of their identity. If they land on trans, they’re unique and wonderful in their transness - and if they land on cis, they’re STILL unique and wonderful in their cisness! Their gender is still something to celebrate and love, and it’s still unique to them! We cannot perform the work of liberation without the goal being to love people for exactly who they are, not who anyone else hopes they will be - including us. (comment courtesy of @neophyte-no1)

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if a cis dude wants boobs and to still be a cis dude that is 100% his right.

If a cis girl wants a dick and to still be a cis girl that’s 100% her right.

If a cis dude doesn’t want a dick and to still be a cis dude that’s 100% his right.

If a cis girl wants no boobs at all and to still be a cis girl that’s 100% her right.

And so on, and so forth, across any and all things. Yes, even that one.

Total gender anarchy for all. (comment courtesy of @swiftrunnerfelidae)

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literally feel like trans ppl loop all the way around to enforcing hegemonic gender roles sometimes #saying that a masculine woman is secretly a trans guy isnt progressive its literally age old misogyny #let people tell you when they are ready if theyre trans but making blanket statements about gnc people being eggs is icky like #wow how progressive you think a cis man who likes the color pink or has long hair or is quiet isnt actually a man #this literally drives me insane (tags courtesy of @ked-r)

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actually stop calling people eggs #you can do it after they've come out #but until then you dont know if they're actually trans #and you're potentially just doing more harm by pushing them into an identity they dont identity with (tags courtesy of @tumblersleftboob)

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Fully agree, I've met multiple cis lesbians who want mastectomy/top surgery for personal reasons. But go further, what if a confidently cisgender man preferred the idea of himself with a vulva/vagina for whatever personal reason, just didn't feel connected to his penis…. I genuinely can't think of a reason he shouldn't be allowed to make the informed choice to have a vaginoplasty, or the inverse with a cisgender woman and phalloplasty.

We were all born with a body, it is yours, whether it's tattoos or body mods, or genital harmonisation surgeries, you should be able to do what you like with it. (comment courtesy of @garden-of-varda)

Frankly an ideal world is one where the dividing boundaries between trans and cis ceased to exist. Everyone is free to mod their bodies and their personal gender expression however they like, and no one questions it if someone chooses to be something other than what they were born as. You're you, however you choose to express that. (comment courtesy of @yay855)

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This is exactly why Finnster ISN'T transphobic, he's a cis straight man who fucks gender conformity hard and he is our FRIEND. He has never once "cosplayed being trans" and he says straight on hes cis het. (comment courtesy of @steviemamaoftheupsidedown-blog)

If your goal is to normalize gender-nonconformity you’re gonna have to accept that some people will fuck with gender as hard as they can while still being unequivocally, 100% cis and that is okay. There’s no egg to crack or callout to write. This is a good thing actually.