#jiaoqiu fanfiction

[sugarphoenixlovesfanfic]

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synopsis: You're a dashing citizen of the Xianzhou, and a frequent customer at Jiaoqiu's noodle stall. Although you're used to spice, you aren't prepared for how heated things get when a certain blue-haired con man enters the scene. Alternatively: Jiaoqiu and Sampo fight over you. tags: fem!reader, jiaoqiu/reader, sampo/reader, jing yuan/reader but he comes at the very end, no smut, 2k words a/n: teehee, they have such similar smiles. dangerous men with disarming smiles. comments and reblogs are appreciated!

ao3 link here!

You watch as the pink-haired Foxian in front of you stirs his ramen pot, his movements graceful and practiced. Jiaoqiu ladles the broth into a deep bowl, then collects some cold rice noodles from another bowl to the side. He stirs the noodles into the bowl gently, letting the broth heat up and cook the noodles, then slides the bowl of noodles across the counter to you.

 "Just as you usually enjoy it, m'lady." He bows, smiling charmingly at you as he does.

"Thank you, Jiao," you say, pulling the bowl towards yourself. The steam of the broth wafts up to you, hot and heavy, giving you a taste of what’s to come. Just as you raise a clump of noodles to your lips with your chopsticks, someone slides into the seat besides yours. Someone dangerously familiar.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here!"

"If it isn't Sampo Koski," you say, lowering your chopsticks.

 "The one and only! You know it, baby." Sampo grins. "And don't you look absolutely ravishing today, miss." He picks your hand up and kisses the back of it, earning himself a giggle from you. "How has this beautiful lady been?"

You shrug, giving him the usual answer. Fine, good, nothing much has happened in your life. And Sampo isn't the type you'd share juicy gossip with anyway. He’s prone to selling that kind of information off if it suits him.

"I didn't expect to see you here in the Xianzhou," you say.

"My business takes me places. You know how it is." He winks.

Just as you’re about to mention how thick he’s laying it on, a loud crack startles you both. Jiaoqiu has slapped his hand fan on the counter.

 "And will you be ordering, sir?"

 "Oh, yes, of course. You wouldn't catch old Sampo Koski loitering around, bringing bad business."

The two men grin at each other, charming smiles all around, although you can feel a charge in the air. Their smiles are a little colder than you've seen them before.

 "I'll have what she's having," Sampo says, pointing to you.

 "Oh, be careful Sampo," you say, "his noodles are really spicy."

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head," Sampo chuckles. "I'm a man, I can handle a little spice."

"And besides," he continues, leaning in and whispering, "this guy doesn't scare me one bit. He might be all bark but I doubt he's got a lot of bite, even in his food."

The two of you chuckle, but you watch Jiaoqiu's ears flick in annoyance. Sampo’s digging himself a deep hole.

In fact, one could call it a grave.

"Here you go, sir," Jiaoqiu says, passing a bowl of noodles to Sampo. "Please enjoy as much as you can."

 "We'll take a bite together then," Sampo says to you, as the two of you raise your noodles from your bowls. "Three, two, one."

You slurp up your noodles, and let out a small moan. Heavenly. You expected nothing less from Jiaoqiu, of course, but the taste of his noodles never got boring. It’s rich, sweet, and deep, with a tingle of spice, as you always prefer. Jiaoqiu only kept his noodle stall open for a few hours a day but you made sure to mark the times and get yourself a helping whenever you felt like it. You smile up at him.

"Amazing as always, Jiao."

"You flatter me too much," Jiaoqiu says, fanning himself.

You hear sudden coughing at your side, and you turn to find Sampo hacking away, his face red.

"Sampo! Are you okay?" you ask.

 "I-I'm fine, miss," he wheezes. "It's just a little...spicy is all."

"Oh—" you turn to look at Jiaoqiu, who’s hiding the lower half of his face behind his handfan, watching Sampo flounder with slitted pupils. You look back at Sampo, making no remark.

"This—" Sampo coughs again, "—this is a lot of spice."

"Only as much as hers," Jiaoqiu says, gesturing to your own bowl. "You asked for what she had and I gave it to you."

You slurp up your own noodles, and Sampo watches as you swallow with no reaction.

"If you're as much of a man as you claim to be, I think you should be able to handle what she's eating with no problem," Jiaoqiu continues.

 "I can, yeah. This is nothing." Sampo grins at you, although you can see his eyebrows furrowing together. You only nod at him, then glance at Jiaoqiu as if to say how could you? Jiaoqiu only winks at you as Sampo musters up the courage to take another bite.

The rest of lunch you enjoy in silence, as Sampo is too busy wrestling with the spice he was given to make any further conversation, and Jiaoqiu isn't one for small talk. To Sampo's credit, he manages to finish the bowl, and by the end of it he looks as though he’s been through war. The two of you leave the stall together as Jiaoqiu closes up, and you notice Sampo giving the Foxian a dirty look.

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It was only a few days later you found yourself in Aurum Alley, perusing the wares. A flash of soft pink catches your eye, and you turn to find Jiaoqiu wandering towards you, fan in hand.

"Fancy seeing you here," he purrs.

"Jiaoqiu? I thought you'd be managing your stall," you say. It isn’t yet the time for him to close.

"I would be, yes." Jiaoqiu flaps his handfan rapidly in front of his face, a sign of irritation.

 "Apparently my supplier for the peppers I use in my cooking ran into a bit of an issue. They made a… ‘bad trade.’ All of their peppers are inedible. Therefore, I have nothing to make my noodles with."

"I see," you muse. The situation he described rings a bell, yet you can’t place your finger on it. "That's unfortunate."

"They'll have a new shipment by the next week. I trust they won't make the same mistake again." Jiaoqiu stares off into the distance, anger bubbling under his lidded gaze. But the show of annoyance is shrugged off almost as fast as it came, and he turns to you with his trademark smile.

"Anyway, I won't bother you with unpleasant details." He offers his elbow to you. "Shall we take a stroll?"

You hook your arm in it, smiling at him.

 "Where are you going?" A voice comes from behind you, and both of you turn to find Sampo standing as though he'd been there the whole time, hands behind his back. 

"Sampo!" you exclaim. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Jiaoqiu flatten his ears.

"Sorry if I scared you," Sampo smiles apologetically. "I was just too excited to see you."

"And look!" He brandishes a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, handing them to you. "I got these for you~"

"Oh, you shouldn't have," you say, taking them. Behind you, Jiaoqiu's tail thrashes from side to side.

"Oh, but who could resist giving such a lovely lady as yourself equally lovely flowers?" Sampo bows, then straightens.

"I see your companion has yet to give you anything.” Sampo turns towards Jiaoqiu. "Not very thoughtful of you, I must say.”

"I was about to take her on a stroll when you so rudely interrupted us." Jiaoqiu glares—glares—at Sampo.

"Really? That reminds me, aren't you supposed to be managing your stall right about now? Run into any... mishaps?" Sampo leans in, a challenging look in his eyes that is at odds with his placid expression.

"It's none of your business." The way Jiaoqiu waves his fan makes you worried he might break his wrist.

Sampo puts his arms up in mock surrender, then turns to you.

“Well, since I got you the flowers, you wanna go out on a walk with me?”

“I asked her first! And she accepted,” Jiaoqiu protests.

“But clearly I have more merit behind my offer,” Sampo argues.

“How about the two of you go out on a walk with me,” you say, getting in between them.

The two men look slightly miserable as they walk you down Aurum Alley. Of course, they don’t want to both be walking you but they can’t say no to your face, so here you all are. Being sandwiched between two attractive men, however, you can’t complain.

“Oh!” you gasp, breaking away from them to look at a food stall. “I’m really craving some skewers right now.”

“Consider them bought,” Jiaoqiu smiles. As he moves forward, Sampo stands in his way.

“I’ll buy you two,” Sampo offers you.

“I’ll buy you as much as you want, m’lady,” Jiaoqiu says, but it feels like he isn’t talking to you directly. The two of them are locked in a death stare with each other.

“Err… you can buy them for me Jiaoqiu,” you say. “I’ll make good on your offer later, Sampo.”

Jiaoqiu smirks at Sampo as he moves past him, but thankfully Sampo seems placated enough by your words to let him pass. You keep a laugh to yourself. Out of all the things, you didn’t think you’d ever have to stop Sampo from spending money on you.

Jiaoqiu comes back with the skewers, and you eat them quietly, savoring their sweet taste. The three of you keep walking down Aurum Alley, with you trying to keep the peace between the two men at your sides. They’re proving to be a lot more trouble than you had bargained for.

As the three of you come to the end of Aurum Alley, Jiaoqiu produces a small box from his pocket.

“You know, I don’t want us to continue on bad terms, Mr. Sampo. Accept this as a peace offering from me.”

Sampo raises an eyebrow at him, scrutinizing the box in his hands. Carefully, he decides to open it.

“You don’t trust me? I’m heartbroken,” Jiaoqiu puts a hand over his heart in mock shock.

“I’m sure you can forgive me for my suspicion,” Sampo says, pulling a small bottle out of the box.

“It’s only perfume. A gentleman of your caliber must be interested in such things.”

“Of course,” Sampo says, pocketing the bottle. “I appreciate your act of goodwill. Consider our slate cleaned.”

They smile at each other, and you’re certain that they’re now amicable.

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The next day, however, you hear a knock on your door. You open it to find Sampo. You aren’t sure how he knows where you live, but your immediate concern is less on what he knows and more on how his eyes are red and tearing, and the expression on his face of deep anger.

“Where is that fox?” he asks.

You shake your head, letting him through. He splashes water on his face, and on his neck.

“What happened to you?” you ask.

“It’s that damn ‘perfume’ he gave me. Or rather, pepper spray.” He splashes water on his face again. “Peace offering, my ass.”

You move your hand up to your face in shock. After a lot of washing and rubbing, he removes enough of the spray, and stands up. You hand him a towel to dry off with.

“Now, darling, if you’d be so kind to tell me where he lives.”

“I honestly have no clue,” you say, and you’re speaking the truth. You only ever see Jiaoqiu either at his stall, or throughout the Xianzhou. With him being unable to sell ramen for the next few days, you don’t know of a place where you’d be able to find him reliably.

“That’s okay, I’ll find him myself. You wouldn’t want to watch us anyway. It’s going to get real nasty.”

Sampo smiles at you, and then walks out of the house, the door clicking shut behind him. You groan, putting a palm on your forehead.

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For the next few days, neither man interacts with you. Whenever one gets close enough, the other would immediately sabotage him, leaving you to witness a fight out of the corner of your eye. For two non-confrontational men, it surprises you. You didn’t expect them to behave this way.

Regardless, you go on about your day, ignoring them. You aren’t one for ungentlemanly behavior.

One day, you receive a knock at your door. You open it to find both Sampo and Jiaoqiu standing behind it.

“Miss, we need you to decide,” Sampo says.

“Which one of us would you go out with?” Jiaoqiu finishes.

You look between them.

“Well, you see—” you start.

“The young lady is already spoken for tonight,” a deep voice rumbles behind them.

Sampo and Jiaoqiu turn around to find Jing Yuan. Immediately they straighten.

“Oh, I see.” Jiaoqiu says, fixing a peaceful smile on his face and bowing. “My apologies, general.” Sampo, not to be outdone, bows as well.

When the two stand back up, the general nods to each of them, smiling politely.

You observe all three men with deceptively gentle smiles on their faces, and realize that you have a very strong type. With a sigh, you step out the door and take the general’s hand, and the two of you walk into the night.

dividers by @cafekitsune !

images by daily sampo, daily jiaoqiu, and daily jing yuan

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[sugar-phoenix]

I think I'll take my noodles spicy

synopsis: You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy. tags: jiaoqiu x reader, gn!reader, written before Jiaoqiu's release a/n: I think the reader is clearly a masochist. Also I don't know why I added that undertone of loneliness for Jiaoqiu, I think it's very out of character for him, but I decided to have a little fun since he isn't out yet. 700 words!

ao3 link here!

On a summer afternoon in the Xianzhou, you decided to stop by a well-known noodle stall and order some noodles.

The Foxian man standing on the other side of the counter smiled as he slid the bowl of noodles over to you.

There was a flash -- something mischievous glinted in his eye -- and then it was gone. You had heard conflicting opinions from people about this man. Half of them told you to stay away from him, and the other half said he was a miracle worker, if a little unorthodox.

Jiaoqiu was a healer, and you weren't sick, but you did want to try his renowned cooking.

The bowl of noodles smelled delicious as the steam wafted up towards you, and you happily picked up a few strands with your chopstick and deposited them into a deep spoon filled with broth, before slurping the entire spoonful. You could see his ears flick a little as he watched you intently.

He certainly was as handsome as the women claimed he was. It seemed that everything he did, he did it with that soft yet strange smile on his face.

 It didn't hit at first. But then you felt heat crackle at the back of your throat, burning you from the inside. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you coughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve.

"How do you like it?" Jiaoqiu asked, still with that smile on his face, which, in this moment of deep betrayal, you realized to be anything but sweet.

"It's a little--" you coughed, choking on the "--spicy."

 "Just the way it's meant to be enjoyed," he said, his tail swaying from side to side behind him. Despite the burning heat, the noodles were very good, and you watched yourself in horror as you raised some more rice noodles to your mouth (you avoided drinking any more of the broth to reduce the pain).

"It's a little mix that I made myself. I find that a good hit of spice will clear your sinuses and flush your system." Jiaoqiu continued.

 "You don't say," you half-said, half-cried as tears streamed down your face.

"Yes, I believe in the power of spice to ail the sick," Jiaoqiu said, passing a box of tissues. You gladly took one, blowing your nose. The spiciness was numbing your lips, and you panted in an attempt to cool your mouth, which felt as though it was set aflame.

It was clear now, despite his good looks, why you often saw him alone. His cooking probably scared off anyone who was initially interested in him. You continued to eat the noodles, slurping them up despite the fact that each time you did so a part of you caught fire and died inside.

 It was so spicy. And yet, so good.

And Jiaoqiu watched you intently the entire time, lazily resting on his hand through lidded eyes and slit pupils, like a hunter watching his prey flail in vain in his trap. It wasn't just your mouth, but his attention was setting your skin on fire.

Finally, you finished the bowl of noodles, pushing it in front of you. It felt as though you were breathing steam, and you mostly felt glad that it was all over.

"Did you enjoy your meal?" Jiaoqiu asked, smiling innocently as though he'd done nothing wrong.

"Y-yes," you said. Despite the torture you just went through, the flavor of the noodles was unlike any other. Jiaoqiu was deserving of his status as a famous cook.

"Here," he said, rising from the counter and moving to the back, "have some chilled Puffergoat milk. It'll help with the burning." You graciously accepted the ice-cold jar of thick milk, and gulped it down, sighing with relief as it washed away all the heat and pain from before. You set it down with a satisfied hum.

"I hope you'll come by to visit my stall again," Jiaoqiu said, rising. There was a hint of deflation, as though he were sad to be left alone again.

"Another, please," you said. He whirled around, ears perked up in surprise.

"What was that?" he asked.

 "I'll have another bowl of noodles," you said, grinning.

 "Really? I thought the first put you through quite some duress," he said.

"Well, so long as I keep drinking this throughout," you said, gesturing to the jar of milk at your side, "I can continue to enjoy your beautiful cooking."

Jiaoqiu blinked, then smiled, turning towards his pot and reaching for the ladle. As he scooped more soup into a bowl for you, you watched as his tail swayed from side to side.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[averagelivingbeings]

Hot steamy broth

Bottom afab Jiaoqiu/Top amab Reader

You and Jiaoqiu first indulge in an aphrodisiac-laced stew he cooked up, before enjoying each other’s bodies.

Word Count: 3270

Tags: Afab Jiaoqiu, possibly ooc Jiaoqiu, xianxia AU, Jiaoqiu is your disciple and cook, Jiaoqiu is a little bitch, aphrodisiac, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, size difference, lots of fluids, light dom/sub, so much teasing, cunnilingulus, blow jobs, squirting, belly bulge

AFAB language used for Jiaoqiu

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“Ah, you’re here, master.” The pink-haired Huli Jing greeted you with a polite smile. In front of him, a savoury, creamy brew was boiling and bubbling gently in its metal pot over the flame. “Apologies, the soup isn’t finished yet.”

You gave him a polite nod, as you sat down at the table and straightened your robe. “Don’t worry about it, A-Qiu.” His tail raised up and swished happily at the pet-name. “What are we having tonight?”

“A creamy stew with coconut milk and bamboo strips.” Jiaoqiu paused, as he reached for something on the spice shelf, his hand hovering above a vial with a pink powder. His ears twitched in what you recognised as giddy anticipation. “… I wasn’t sure about your mood tonight, master, so I didn’t put anything in yet.”

You blinked at him, keeping your face and posture straight, as if he was just a child that thought its plan to trick its parents was exceptionally smart. “I don’t mind, A-Qiu. Put whatever you’d like into our stew. Then we can dine together.”

A blush clearly crept onto Jiaoqiu’s face, as the light of the red flames danced off of it. This was the first time you had suggested dining together, as even though your disciple usually cooked for you, you always ate separately. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the bottle with the pink powder and uncorked it, before pouring a generous amount of it into the stew and mixing it in. Almost immediately a strong, alluringly sweet scent filled the small room. You heard both your and Jiaoqiu’s breathing picked up, as a slight lightheadedness overcame you, when he placed two small bowls on the table filled with the stew.

A bit impatiently, Jiaoqiu sat down at the other side of the table and smiled at you. “Enjoy your meal, master~”

Setting down your folding fan, you smiled at him and placed your hands at the side of the bowl. “With you, A-Qiu.”

He returned the wicked smile and mirrored your actions, his twitching ears and swaying tail betraying his calm facade. “Of course.” The Huli Jing lifted his bowl, eagerly watching you do the same.

You held strict eye contact with him, feeling your disciple shrink into submission in excitement under his master’s watchful gaze, as both of you placed your bowls at your lips and began drinking up the steaming, hot liquid. It burned your throat like liquid fire, the sweet, sexy taste of the aphrodisiac Jiaoqiu added completely overpowering the spicy stew’s original flavour. You gulped it all down anyway, feeling the heat from the food settle in your stomach and the warmth from the aphrodisiac spread through your entire body until both master and disciple were a flushed, sweaty mess.

Jiaoqiu lost his cool far quicker and in a less dignified manner than you did, claws audibly digging into his clothed thighs, which he tried to subtly rub together. “M-Master…”, he whispered, lust written all over his flushed face and his tail impatiently swaying back and forth.

“What is it, A-Qiu?” You innocently tilted your head to the side with a gentle smile, hands on your lap to use the wide sleeves to hide your raging boner. Compared to your disciple, your breathing was still even and calm, as Jiaoqiu rose up from his knees to lean over the table.

“I want you, master~!”, he panted out, his breath smelled sweet and alluring, just like the aphrodisiac. His pupils were blown wide with lust and he stared at you, as if he was willing to pounce at any moment.

“Oh? Does my dearest head disciple not have any self-control to wait for his master to be ready?” You sighed in disappointment, seeing his tail flick in frustration, you both knew you were more than ready for action.

“No, master. Your disciple is very, very impatient tonight~”, Jiaoqiu practically purred, as he supported himself on the table and arched his back, showing off his subtle curves and flexibility. “And he’s afraid that tonight he just can’t resist~”

You observed him push the empty bowls away and lay down on the table to crawl over it and closer to you, resisting the urge to just grab him and rip his clothes off. You remained still though, letting him have his foreplay. “Then he should remember that he’s going to be severely punished for his misbehaviour later.”

“That’s a matter for later~ Mghhh~” By now Jiaoqiu has reached you and gotten up on all fours on the table to hungrily press his lips against yours. “Hahhh, nghhh~”

You willingly opened your mouth, letting his sweet tongue lap at your palate, not bothering to move in the slightest, as he climbed onto your lap. He threw his arms around your neck and started grinding his hips against yours or rather, against your hands still folded over your lap. Even through the multiple layers of clothing separating your skin from Jiaoqiu’s, you could feel the wet patch growing between his legs.

“Really, master?”, Jiaoqiu sighed into your kiss and pouted a little, his devious hand having found their way past yours to the leaking tip of your dick. “All dripping and hard, yet still no reaction? So stiff and stubborn.”

You just smiled. “You should know that it takes a lot more for me to just give in to your raunchy little games.”

“Tch. All this resistance for what?” Using your shoulders as support, Jiaoqiu lifted his hips up high enough to grind his clothed cunt against your tip. “You always enjoyed it in the end.”

“Mgh-!” You felt your resolve crumbling, he was definitely getting better at this game of riling each other up to a good fuck. “I’m sure you’ve figured it out already, clever as you are~” Your dick twitched in delight, when a slight frown flashed across Jiaoqiu’s face, showing that he very much has not figured it out yet.

“Hmp-!” With a light huff, he put his palm on your broad chest and pushed against it. Deciding to indulge him, you complied and let Jiaoqiu push you to the ground to lay comfortably on the hard wooden floor. You watched him hike up your robe, so your huge dick was visibly tenting your loose pants. Seeing you move your hands away to allow him access to it, the Huli Jing smiled deviously. “Oh, so that’s what it’s like, hm? Master just wants to see how far I’d go for him?” His smile grew into a nearly manic grin. “Well, I can just say, I don’t have any limits~” With that, he pulled down his robe, revealing the bare, creamy skin of his toned shoulders, the supple mounds of his tits and his beautifully soft abs, until the robe completely fell off of his body along with the sash tying it in place.

“What a beautiful disciple I have~” With a hum, you shamelessly reached up to squeeze Jiaoqiu’s sides, your hand dwarving his fairly broad build. You felt his tummy move beneath your fingers, as he shifted and panted, skin unbearably hot from arousal.

“Ahh~” He squirmed, when you placed both hands on his waist, your thumbs and forefingers nearly touching around it. “You act like this is the first time you see me nude, master.”

“And does that mean I must stop appreciating my disciple’s beauty?” You loosened your grip a little, allowing him to shimmy out of his pants and throw them to the side along with his shoes.

“I suppose not… Mghh…~” A light moan left Jiaoqiu’s lips, as he touched his lower belly, rubbing his crotch right above his throbbing clit. You slid the tips of your calloused fingers over the smooth skin of his hips over to his crotch, flattening two underneath his pussy for him to grind against. “Anghh~” Jiaoqiu moaned, rutting against your fingers, as he reached down to undo your sash and discard the pesky piece of clothing behind him.

“You’re so wet… And I’m barely even touching you”, you remarked, a gasp leaving your mouth, when your disciple unceremoniously pulled your robes aside to grope your chest. Your bulging pecs dwarved his slender hands, as he dug his nails into the soft flesh and kneaded them like dough.

“Nghhaaahhh~” Jiaoqiu threw his head back and pushed his hips down harder on your fingers, when you curled them slightly and allowed them to slip into his cunt. “S-Speak for yourself, master-!” He moaned, hips stuttering slightly, as he pushed his ass back against the rather large patch at the tent in your pants. His hole was clamping down on your thick fingers, the large digits spreading him out far better than his could ever dream of.

“Now, now, watch your manners”, you tutted him with a harsh curl of your fingers inside of him, digging them deeper into him and punching an ecstatic groan out of him. “Me being knuckles-deep inside of you doesn’t give you permission to act up.” His cunt squeezed you even harder at the words and you could swear he was sucking you in with all of his might.

Licking his lips hungrily, Jiaoqiu moved his hands to your abs, as he arched his back. “Sorry, master~” He didn’t seem sorry at all, when he lifted himself off of your fingers to slide your pants down and free the monster of a cock that had been desperately leaking into the fabric the whole time. Jiaoqiu traced the shaft in awe, admiring the bulging veins running along it. Two of his fingers teasingly rubbed over your tip, collecting the pre-cum and spreading it around. “So big and hard~ A shame that it’s attached to such a stubborn master~”

“Nghh-!” You bucked your hips lightly, your cock sliding against his fingers and getting a bit of pre-cum over the shaft. “Take matters into your own hand, if you don’t like how I’m doing it.”

“Tch, of course.” His hand wrapped around your shaft, slowly stroking it and covering it in your fluids. His fingers could barely encircle your base completely and Jiaoqiu seemed to like that just as much as you did, based on how he leered at it lustfully. “Anghhh~” Rubbing your cock against his cunt, he pushed it against his pink entrance, barely letting the red tip slide in and clenching around it, before pulling out again.

“A-Qiu…” You grunted, nails digging into his waist, adding more bruises to the ones your hands had already left on his creamy skin.

“Hahhh, so good~” With a moan, Jiaoqiu fully sank down on your length, his wet heat clamping down on you like a vice. The aphrodisiac has made you so sensitive, it felt as though a single thrust deep inside of him could make you cum already. His pussy was fluttering around you, desperately trying to suck you back in, even as he lifted himself up slowly and dropped back down.

“You’re so tight, A-Qiu…”, you gritted out, enraptured by the sight of your disciple riding you, his wet cunt speared open to its limits around your cock, as it kept going in and out. Your thumbs brushed over a bump in his stomach and your breath hitched when you realised that it was your dick there.

“Can you feel it?~” Jiaoqiu panted, placing his smaller hand on yours to guide it to the bulge in his abdomen that appeared every time he thrusted downwards. “Master, you’re so deep~”

“Ngh, A-Qiu…!” With a grunt, you held his hips in place to thrust up into him, disregarding the will to let him put on a show for you. His entire body jolted at the sudden stimulation and he shook in your hands. You let him position himself comfortably on top of you, before propping your knees up and pounding into him from below.

“Ohhhh, yesss, yes, yes, master-!” Jiaoqiu blabbered, burning eyes turning hazy, as he dug his nails into your flexing abs, his tail swishing behind him in satisfaction. His cunt was tight and inviting and you made sure to thrust and grind into each of his sensitive spots inside, turning the Huli Jing into a moaning mess. “Faster-!”

“You’re not- Unghh~! Making demands here-!” You complied anyway, speeding up your thrusts into him. The force behind it had his ears bouncing wildly and his tail was swishing around more erratically, signalling his upcoming orgasm.

“Nghhh, c-come inside, master-!”, Jiaoqiu demanded, squirming in your firm grasp to thrust down on your huge cock and keep it inside of him. His fingers were digging bruises into your belly and his hair was falling so beautifully over his shoulders, as his swollen pussy took your dick like it was made for it.

“Hahhh, I- Mghhghhh~!” A particularly harsh thrust deep into your disciple sent you over the edge, the bliss temporarily blinding you, as your cock spurted a big load right into Jiaoqiu’s cunt.

“Master-! Nghhaahhh!” He followed with a yell, cunt clenching down on you even harsher than before and squirting all over you.

“Ungh-!” Some of his spent landed right in your mouth and you eagerly ate it up, enjoying the sweet, musky taste of his pussy. As your vision returned, you blinked at him, seeing that your dick made no effort to soften and his cunt was still as swollen and wet as ever. Even with how he clamped down on you, leaving not even the slightest gap between your dick and his walls, your load was starting to seep out of him.

“Keep it inside-!” Jiaoqiu huffed, trying to close his legs to prevent it from spilling out.

“Come here, A-Qiu”, you commanded him softly, dragging him off of your cock and guiding him into a new position. Your disciple squirmed a little, but soon complied, when he found out what you were planning.

“Mm, I like the idea of dessert~”, he purred, his swaying tail accidentally smacking your face, as you lowered his pussy towards your face. His thighs were caging in your head, efficiently suffocating you, but nose-deep in a wet cunt was a death you could live with, if you didn’t care for dignity.

“Don’t be greedy, A-Qiu. Only one portion for now”, you mumbled, unable to resist the delicious sight of your cum dripping out of his pink pussy like sweet cream.

“If you say so, master~” Thin fingers curled around the base of your cock and not a second later, a kiss was placed on your tip. Feeling your dick twitch at that, you mirrored the gesture and kissed Jiaoqiu’s clit, before using your thumbs to spread his labia open and catching the savoury mix of cum and pussy juice with your mouth. “Mghhh~”

It didn’t take long until wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room, Jiaoqiu’s lips stretched taut around your shaft, as he eagerly sucked on your cock like it was a sweet treat. Meanwhile your mouth was devouring his dripping cunt, eating up the mix of both of your fluids like a starved man.

You could feel his pussy clenching around your tongue, when you finally entered it, having eaten up most of your fluids inside of him by now. Once your cum was gone, you could truly get a taste of your disciple’s hungry pussy and on god, you were loving it. He tasted sweet and musky, a nicely masculine and alluring taste that suited Jiaoqiu perfectly.

“Mghhh~ Such a big treat~” You heard him mumble, as he pulled off of your cock to lick his slick off of the base and the shaft where he couldn’t reach, when sucking you off. His devious, little fingers quickly found your balls and started squeezing and playing with them like marbles.

“Ngh-! Don’t play with your food, A-Qiu-!” You jolted at his touch, bucking your hips up and pushing your cock against his face. Burying your face in his cunt, you slipped one thumb into his soaked hole from above, while tonguing at the hood of his clit.

“Ahhh~ S-Sorry, master~” Again, Jiaoqiu didn’t sound very sorry, as he kept fondling your balls and stroking your base, as he went back to suckling at your tip.

You groaned and dug your nails into his plush thigh, having to hold his hips in place, as he greedily tried to suffocate you with his pussy. Wrapping your lips around his clit, you began sucking eagerly, listening to his whines and gasps, as he struggled to take your dick down his throat.

You shifted a little, trying to wring your thumb deeper into his hole, and curling it inside to assault his sweet spot. From the way he jolted and tightened around your dick every time you moved your finger, it seemed to be working.

“Nghhh~” Drunk on lust and pleasure, you loosened your grip on the Huli Jing’s thigh and let him fully squash your face with his cunt. With a muffled grunt, you started ravishing his pussy, replacing your thumb with your tongue, as you grabbed the base of his tail and stroked it.

“Aaamghhh~” Jiaoqiu’s response was almost immediate, a high-pitched keen, which was quickly choked back down his throat as you bucked your hips up to slam your cock into his face. You felt his whole body quiver and shake, as you set a ruthless pace, hearing him choke and gasp from the rapid thrusts. The movements caused his hips to bear down further on your face and despite already feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen, you kept tongue-fucking him.

“Mgghhh, hhhh-!” Your hips stuttered a little and a muffled yell went right against your disciple’s cunt, as you came right down his tight throat. Jiaoqiu moaned in response, eagerly drinking up all of your cum.

His thighs tightened around your head, threatening to crush it like a watermelon, as his hips bore down on your face and by now practically grinded his cunt against your mouth, until he came with a shout. “Ahh, fuck-! Nghhh, master-!” Jiaoqiu lifted himself off of your nose just enough for you to give you a small breather, before immediately squirting all over it and soaking you in his juices.

“Urghhh-!” Reflexively, you opened your mouth and clenched your eyes shut, drinking up the sweet, alluring liquid that landed on your tongue. Almost instantly, Jiaoqiu settled back down against your face, languidly riding out his orgasm, as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive cockhead.

“A-Qiu…”, You mumbled after a while, tugging at his tail to get him off of you. Despite those two intense orgasms, your body was still burning up from arousal and your dick was still hard and erect as if you never came.

“Mghhh, you tasted good, master~” His tail swayed in your grasp, as Jiaoqiu pulled away from your cock and arched his back. He lifted his hips, letting out an amused snort, upon seeing your red face soaked in his juices.

“Look at the mess you made, A-Qiu.” You tutted him, sitting up, as the Huli Jing turned around and climbed onto your lap, squeezing your dick in-between your hot bellies, while he straddled your thigh.

“Sorry, master~” Jiaoqiu batted his eyelashes, still not a trace of remorse in his yellow eyes, as he leaned forward and kissed you. “I’ll clean it up for you~”

You hummed in approval, closing your eyes and kneading his ass, as his tongue lapped up his juices and he ground his hips down on your bare thigh.

You were wondering whether the night was long enough for you and your disciple to properly fuck all of the aphrodisiac out of your systems.

[scarletwritesshit]

👁️Jiaoqiu x Feixiao 👁️Seeing Eye

She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. He was lying motionless on the bed beside hers, breathing slowly and eyes shut tight, not like the last fact would be a tell-tale sign. He didn’t speak a single word to her the entire time either. Perhaps he was under the assumption that she was resting as well?

"Jiaoqiu?" Feixiao said softly.

Jiaoqiu turned head slowly in the direction of her voice.

"Hm?"

"Ah, my apologies, I didn’t know that you were asleep."

"Oh, I wasn’t. Not like you’d be able to tell either way," he said with a soft chuckle.

He’s laughing

He lost his eyesight, and he’s laughing.

Feixiao forced herself to sit up on her bed. The pain shot through her side despite the medications, but she wasn’t going to let a little soreness stop her. She looked down at Jiaoqiu, who had his ears turned towards the direction of her voice.

"I’m...sorry. If I were quick enough, I could’ve saved you," she said.

"Nah, I should be sorry. I’m your healer, and now I can’t even read the ingredients for a little bowl of hot pot."

"You’re more than just my healer, Jiaoqiu. You’re my partner, my cook, my absolutely everything. And I..." Feixiao felt herself get choked up before she could say anything.

"And partners look out for each other, love. Eyesight in place of a life is a small sacrifice."

Feixiao clenched her fist, but took a deep breath. He was adamant that he did the right thing, and he truly did in the grand scheme of things, but any arguing would only bring more stress upon their already weakened bodies. Calling him an idiot for saving her life, and all of Xianzhou for that matter, was best saved for another day.

"Never mind that for now. How’s your detox coming along?" Feixiao asked with the intent of changing the subject.

"I don’t feel like I’m rotting away from the inside out, so that’s a plus. How are you holding up?"

"Hoolay hit like me a bitch, but thankfully he’s been subdued with me remaining in one piece."

"Ah, that’s a relief. I can only imagine how bad you must look right now."

Perhaps, just this once, she was glad that Jiaoqiu couldn’t see her. Her body was covered in bruises and cuts, what couldn’t be seen at first glance was most certainly hidden under a layer of gauze and bandages. If Jiaoqiu could see her, he would be stumbling out of his bed and crawling to the kitchen to cook her a meal for at least a boost in morale, if not amendments to her wounds.

"It’s not as bad as you think," she said, partially lying.

"Oh, I know you, dear. You’re probably bleeding from every square inch of your body."

"It’s not that bad, I promise."

"I can still smell your blood without any compromise."

Right. The whole scent thing was a bit of a problem here.

"Jiaoqiu, dear, I assure you, my injuries are not as severe as you think."

"How I wish I could believe you, but my ability to do so remains my one regret."

"Regret? I thought you didn’t have any regrets?"

"I won’t be able to see you again. Ever."

Feixiao was once more starting to feel choked upon hearing Jiaoqiu’s confession. He wouldn’t be able to see the meals he prepared, the condition of his patients, the enemies on the battlefield...the waves against the shore, the light of the sun’s rays, Feixiao smiling at stars beyond... the memories may be engraved into his mind, but that would never compare to seeing the world in the present.

"But you’re alive," Jiaoqiu continued, "and that is what’s most important to me."

A tear fell from Feixiao’s eye, and she forced her mouth shut to not allude to Jiaoqiu how she was feeling. He slowly rolled onto his back, but angled his ears so that he could still hear her.

"I can hear you crying."

Feixiao quickly put her hand over her mouth. Of course he could still pick up on even the smallest details. And he could hear Feixiao slip up. The slightest sign of weakness, which truly felt an unacceptable slipup to her. A tear formed in Jiaoqiu’s eye, but he covered his face and winced in pain before it could fall.

"Jiaoqiu, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything." Feixiao said.

He wiped his eyes with his arm, and turned towards her with a smile.

"Ah, there’s nothing to be sorry about. This is all on me.”

Jiaoqiu rolled over to his other side and his tail slowly poked out from under the blanket. He weakly wiggled it, like he was trying to attract a cat with a feather toy.

"Come on, Feixiao. You know you want to."

Jiaoqiu’s tail was extremely tempting, particularly seeing as Feixiao did not have one of her own. She did not recall Jiaoqiu sustaining any critical injuries to his tail, and the distance between their beds was small enough...

She slid out of her bed and walked the few steps towards Jiaoqiu. He heard her approach him as she limped heavily, though anyone could, and slid himself over to the edge just enough so that Feixiao had enough room to lay by him. Careful as to not crush his tail, she flopped her body beside him and grabbed ahold of his plush fur.

Despite being caked in blood days prior, it was well groomed and soft, though the fur was trimmed to be a little shorter. Usually, it was rather warm and cozy, but Jiaoqiu’s tail felt cold. Feixiao knew that it was due to extreme blood loss, but she couldn’t help but still panic when he felt chillingly like a long dead body.

Feixiao felt a bit guilty about his condition and held his tail a bit closer to her body.

Jiaoqiu pushed himself up slowly to sit and said to her, "Feixiao, I have a favor to ask."

"Hm?" she said, muffled by his fur.

"If I should one day forget what the waves look like, will you act as my eyes and describe them to me down to the smallest ripple?"

"It’s the least I could do as thanks for all of your sacrifices," Feixiao said, peeling her face away from his tail.

"But I insist on being your tail in return. I have more than enough fluff for the both of us, well when it grows back in anyways! Hahah-ack!"

"Take it easy, Jiaoqiu," she said, stuffing her head back into his fur.

Jiaoqiu patted his hand around searching for her head, only getting close enough to pat the mattress beside her. She felt him searching, and grabbed his wrist gently to guide him to the top of her head. He pried his fingers around a little, until he felt the back of her ears, then he started to scratch them.

His fingers felt cold. It made sense why, but it was heartbreaking nonetheless.

Jiaoqiu turned behind him and opened his eyes. For a fleeting moment, it had slipped his mind that he was no longer able to see. He saw nothing. Not even the light that cut through the thickest of darkness in his life. As his expression dimmed, he hoped that her face was still shoved into his tail, as he couldn’t exactly feel much between the thick fur and the chill. No matter how many times he kept telling himself, he still couldn’t shake the dread of never being able to see Feixiao again.

And she couldn’t shake the regret of being unable to save his eyesight.

Better for the smaller sacrifices to be made, for if Jiaoqiu didn’t cleverly poison himself, the Wardance would’ve quickly gone from a celebration to a massacre, costing the lives of far more innocent bystanders. There would have been no second chances to rectify the consequences of their failures. Jiaoqiu, however, had a second chance at seeing again, with Feixiao’s words able to paint a picture of the world before him.

[n0tamused]

Do you prefer if a fanfic uses they/them(or any other) pronouns or when it uses you/your

[eeveegirly]

The Yaoqing trio may have met their match in the form of an adorable ball of astral mischievousness.

“You know, they say seeing a Wubbaboo is good luck.”

My mandatory Halloween fic is up! I am obsessed with HSR so naturally this year it had to be that fandom. (And this trio gives me life truly) November I am planning to do a chapter fic also HSR, but this time it'll be the Penacony gang! Keep your eyes peeled for that one coming soon.

[crash-tube-the-seawing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiaoqiu/Tighnari (Genshin Impact) Characters: Jiaoqiu (Honkai: Star Rail), Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Collei (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: First Meetings, Fluff, Jiaoqiu is a Little Shit, I gave into the demon, I’m mainly making up what the herbs and flowers do, so it may not be accurate, Tighnari is Collei’s dad, Jiao is a bit taken with Nari already lol Summary:

Two lowly foxes meet in a deep wood

So... I did a thing. Blame someone on Discord

[trailblazethegalaxy]

Masterlist

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Honkai: Star Rail

Acheron

Scabbard to Scabbard 🔹💙🌀

Argenti

Space Patisserie 🔹🧞‍♂️💙🦋

Arlan

Aventurine

Black Swan

Blade

Can't Sleep 🧵🔹🧞‍♂️🌀

Falling Asleep 🧵🔹🧞‍♂️💙🌀

Boothill

Bronya Rand

Caelus

Dan Heng

Old Books 🔹🧞‍♂️💙

Feixiao

Fu Xuan

Gallagher

Gepard Landau

9:24 AM 💙🦋

Guinaifen

Here For You 🔹💙🦋

Hanya

Himeko

Bittersweet to Drink 🔹💙

Jade

Jiaoqiu

Jingliu

Jing Yuan

Not Leaving You Behind 🌀💙

Kafka

Lingsha

Luka

Damaged 🔹🐟🌀💙🦋

Luocha

3:23 PM 🧞‍♂️🌀🦋

March 7th

Moze

Natasha

Robin

Ruan Mei

Sampo Koski

You Need Me (I Need You) 🧞‍♂️💙

Seele

Serval Landau

Stelle

Sunday

Tingyun

Topaz

Varitas Ratio

Welt Yang

Photos of Our Love 💙

Yukong

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[fictionfixations]

going through 2.5

2.5 STORY SPOILERS

trigger warning later of minor character death. shown off screen but is described in a way that could sound horrible to the faint of heart

WHAT

i know i joked in my previous post when going through 2.4 that it sounded like the start of a fanfiction but im genuinely disgusted by this ew i was really fucking tempted to just write a fic where jiaoqiu beats his ass (even though i know hoolay is way more powerful then him) but also 2.5 already came out so i gotta get through the story before i get spoiled

the smart choice would be to do 2. but also fuck you hoolay im doing 1. HHH jiaoqiu's voice sounds so like. stressed. like trying to have composure but you can tell hes struggling a little.

also im sorry but hoolays human form looks so fucking ugly (okay maybe im biased but also FUCK YOU HOOLAY) idk ppl might still simp for him but also fuck you im on jiaoqius side >:(

STOPPP USING THE WORD ALPHA like ive heard it so many times in media im DONE i cant hear it the same 😭

"💀 " "None Can Hurt Me" UHHMSOFJFO i sure hope nothing happens to you buddy but

BURN BABY BURN

what the fuck im scared

wait but so i CAN go try to get help? IM SCARED WHAT HAPPENS. uh. uh. uh. FUCK YOU HOOLAY IM DOING IT

wait if i do this will he die. like the the the npc?!?!??!?! GUYSS

AHAHa.. AHgahah.... im. so fucing nervous

im. ohhhh fuck literal chills. im. should i look at what other options i can do to escape or. im so fucking stressed holy shit. logically speaking if jiaoqiu leaves and the ship gets sabotaged or whatever he could die (both him and npc). if he asks him to send a message then the npc will die. guys i hate this what the fuck

I HATE THAT ITS RED TEXT. okay with acheron it was a little startling but we never got like a warning that OUR ACTIONS have CONSEQUENCES. im so fucking scared

me too man. me too. idont want jiaoqiu to die thoguh what if what we choose changes whether or not he dies in canon im

okay ive talked to everyone. and the warning text for everyone is

the skarskiff(?) guy is just an ordinary person the realm keeping person is not prepared for this kind of emergency and that the cloud knight doesnt have backup (has the same choice options as the realm keeping person of borisin are here and introducing ourself)

also that we're being watched. who the fuck

okay the best option would be to cloud knight. but also is it a good idea? no. but. hiusgh. oh my god i hate this.

IM GOING TO BITE THE BULLET. i dont trust that this will end well for me but the logical option even if i get fucked later is to alert someone. a cloud knight knows what risks and responsibilities they're taking on by becoming one and if they die well fuck man but i REFUSE to just not do anything because that'd be like. playing into hoolays hands which 1. i hate him. 2. as a person who very much values my independence I NEED OUT OF THIS SITUATION

and maybe its what hoolay wants, for us to fail his 'test' but whatever. IM REBELLIOUS. (and probably really dumb)

cant wait to see how this affects story in the future. and also seeing how different choices affect things when i watch other people do this. haha. but predicting that they might not talk to anyone out of fear IM going to talk to someone

uhh im going to introduce myself first. its like how you're meant to share your address first in emergencies or something i think maybe? because if the call cuts out then they can find you quickly (i think your phone can be tracked but it takes awhile its not that easy i think?)

okay i did it. wheres the guy who was watching me i cant remember where he was. is he gone? did he disappear? i acnt tell im so fuckings tressed

nothing happened but. but the cloud knights gone now (presumably to spread the news)

i. do i tell other people ? do i. im. okay im

i only talked to the cloud knight. and then im going to do what hoolay asked. thats it. im not brave or reckless enough to tell eVEryone

HIS VOICE IS TREMBLING for the 100th time i hate this

GUH

I FORGOT THEY HAVE OFFICIAL IDENTITIES PRETENDING TO BE--

oh fuck MY DUMBASS

his voice... AGHH JIAOQIUUU

GO FUCK YOURSELF YOURE NOT THE BOSS OF ME

i knew it. i fucking knew it. IM JUSTIFYING IT TO MYSELF BECAUSE CLOUD KNIGHT YOU BECOME IT KNOWING YOU COULD DIE OKAY. id rather have tried to escape then not at all and prove his racist belief 'right'. okay i know im probably in the wrong because they couldve lived if i didnt do anything and i had a hunch that they wouldve died if i asked for help. but. okay at my core i am selfish. and for all i knew there was a teeny tiny chance that it couldve succeeded

and listen. im quoting twisted wonderland now.

"Zero is zero no matter what you multiply it by, right? But if you take some form of action, that zero could potentially become 0.001. And 0.001 has a chance of becoming 100. In which case, there's no reason NOT to do it." (Book 6 - Chapter 48 • A Sequel Cut Short)

i hate these kinds of mind games.

hoolay fucking yapping and i know we're in a tough situation meant to demonstrate how jiaoqiu's kind of powerless but hoolays just talking about how jiaoqiu will eventually crumble and im just. yeah okay big talk. and like i get that hoolay does have connections still and ppl pretending to be foxians keeping a close eye on everything and genuinely wont hesitate to kill someone but okay i just hate him

god he sounds like one of those people who are like. when you refuse their advances and they go 'oh so youre playing hard to get huh?' and keep going with the belief that we definitely want them or some shit💀

i should pretend. but no i cant. thats not the kind of person i am.

oh shit. yeah okay remind me that maybe this could potentially lead to jiaoqiu dying in canon. i mean. its happened in npc stories before right? like that one person in penacony who we could choose to stop her from falling or let her fall

but fucking OW. hoolay talking doesnt terrify me. and maybe thats why im choosing all the dumb options. but ow.

does he have this pose if we pretend to show weakness? i mean maybe its cause we got hurt and hes exaggerating it and showing weakness then. or maybe it actually hurts like a bitch and he cant help but show reaction.

OMG MOZE

okay actually other idea of jiaoqius plan. contacting someone for help and deliberately being caught so its not suspicious if we go along with his demands too easily (but having another plan to get help thats more secret)

like okay i know it was my choice to try to get help and fucking it up but still canon-like right. although i doubt he'd be okay sacrificing an innocent life so um oops

AHHH FUCKING LITERAL CHILLS. we got jiaoqiu flashback where he was like a healer on the battlefield. i dont think im saying that right i forgot what theyre called. but like remember feixiao mentioning in 2.4 how jiaoqiu healed her, and later became her like main healer or something something i forget the wording

and then it goes black and we hear hoolays voice. i have a little hunch that it might be the thing to stop the lupitoxin's effects starting to fade, nad thus the toxin starting to affect him

hh his voice... :(

yeah okay so let us go

sorry did he just bite someone and they turned into a borisin or did it just get rid of the guys disguise

i wasnt paying attention to who it was. i know it wasnt mok tok (different appearance, also it showed jiaoqiu turning away to not see it and mok tok standing there while that was happening)

its genuinely so confusing trying to tell who is a foxian and whose a borisin cause disguises but i assume its an actual borisin who was disguised...

hes talking to moze but all i can hear is monke from ben's stream (aka moze's EN VA LMFAO)

OH IT WAS A NORMAL FOXIAN

what if he does it on jiaoqiu but then they figure out how to turn jiaoqiu back to normal and learn how to cure feixiao. right? right??? probably not but im so stressed

HOLY SHIT JIAOQIU. he sounds so.. wrung out. exhausted.

acting is fucking 10/10 he sounds kind of unhinged but in the slow still exhausted but with emphasis on some of the words?? like. like he still has fight in him. i dont know how to explain this but its really cool

oh shit does he die now

hooly fucking shit literal chills the text appearing on the black screen actually like communicating in a way to us and helping us get an idea of whats going on

okay major manga spoilers for demon slayer. but here is my next prediction: he has poison in his blood that will affect the borisins if they drink it, like how shinobu kocho had like a shit ton of wisteria in her blood (it was also under her fingernails and shit like that, she put it EVERYWHERE) so that when douma (who killed her sister) ate her he'd be poisoned and severely weakened

AM I RIGHT??

I. FUCKING. KNEW ITTTTTT

okay well it was pretty obvious because right before it mentioned the green peppers(?) thing and how to get a picky child to eat it, it re-mentioned that conversation. and then changed it how to get a wolf to something something i already forgot so it was obvious

but JIAOQIU LETS GOOOO i really hope you didnt die

no wait but shit

okay so i cant share any more images i hit the limit on tumblr but okay so if he consumed poison (ist tumbledust. i already forgor. was it like the thing thats like a sedative thats good in small quantities but lethal in large quantities? or was that like yabruh or something)

does that mean he'll die anyway or

i dont think jiaoqiu said it in front of hoolay but anyway im so unhappy that cutscenes lag for me (hoolay immediately clocks on that it was probably jiaoqiu who poisoned him but sdhfuf. this MEANS that hoolay drank JIAOQIUS BLOOD?!?!?!?!? is he DEAD??? )

also i HATE the hoolay fight im struggling so bad ahuisdhdisuad

YANQING LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO (boutta trigger hoolays jingliu trauma)

im sorry for accusing you of being a disguised borisin, sparkle traumatized me ok (and im sorry for pinching your cheeks in 2.4 being cautious of if you were a fake but also i didnt know that was what that option meant)

you were just acting really weird so i got stressed but LETS GOOOO

WHAT WE'RE FIGHTING HIM AGAIN????? YOURE FUCKING WITH ME

oh shit feixiao boss fight

heyy her character. trailer?? i think thats what it was called teased this. like cause she got drunk and couldnt recognize jing yuan and fought him (briefly)

YANQING FUCKING POPPED OFF THIS STORY

i (think) all thats left is feixiao boss fight that we saw in the livestream

some stuff. ill do wardance later. but im gonna end this post here. havent gotten to the end but i dont think ill have anything else to share and i dont have space here anyway so brr

OH FINALLY I CAN ACCESS DIFFICULTY MODES

AND YOU CAN CHOOSE THEM WHILE IN STORY OH THANK FUCK casual mode my precious

okay we figfhting preceptor oh

dan heng: the oath of the alliance doesnt matter to me because im not a part of the alliance anymore *attacks*

me using imbitior lunae dan heng in battle: uh. uh. uh. uhm. YEP

anyway jiaoqius alive (he almost died though)

he sounds so more subdued :(

HOLY SHIT HES BLIND? OH MY GOD thats both better and worse than i thought

OH MY GOD TINGYUN

i was so confused on ruan mei appearance but OH MY GOD

[thenovelartist]

For Shits and Giggles - Honkai: Star Rail fanfiction

After playing March's sword training sidequest, I couldn't stop thinking about Jiaoqiu's ending. Hence, this plot bunny came about.

Jiaoqiu couldn’t say he cared about the ongoings of many people. He cared about what happened to his master, both as her servant and companion, and he cared about things that happened to Moze, both as his acquaintance and co-worker. Otherwise, people could go on and live their lives as they pleased, allowing Jiaoqiu to sit back and watch with detached amusement, interest, or boredom. Life had become much easier—and less painful—after he’d adopted this mentality.

Yet, he couldn’t remain detached all the time. Occasionally, he’d get drawn into a battle that wasn’t his. Such as when a little pink-haired girl came up to him with requests for medicine to enhance her sword training. Teasing her and her gray-haired companion had been an entertaining way to pass the time, so he thought it fair to give them a little assistance in return. At the end of the day, he was a healer, a helper of people.

In most cases, his assistance would have ended there. On the contrary, this did not happen to be most cases.

Skott of the IPC. Oh, he’d heard the name, and much to his misfortune, he’d even seen the face, heard the voice, and suffered the attitude. In one particularly vivid memory involving a certain incident on the Yaoqing, one that had taken days for Feixiao to personally resolve, that man had been front and center.

Anyone who caused trouble for Jiaoqiu could be ignored and swept under the rug. Anyone who caused trouble for Moze would be on Jiaoqiu’s watch list, as long as Moze didn’t get to them first. Anyone who dared cause trouble for General Feixiao was not forgotten.

“Moze,” Jiaoqiu began, waving his fan leisurely at their accommodations as he looked out the window over the city. “Are you busy?”

The man in question looked up from inspecting one of his blades. The other blade rested on the table in front of him, along with a whet stone, a bowl of water, and a few rags. Despite their numerous differences, one hobby they shared was the intense care of their knives.

Jiaoqiu lowered his fan as he turned towards his companion. “Does an IPC representative by the name of Skott ring a bell?”

Moze’s grip on his knife tightened, the only visible sign of his disturbance. “The one who insulted Feixiao behind her back?”

“Ah, so you do remember him.”

“Starkly.”

A dark chuckle escaped Jiaoqiu. “He’s back in town, causing trouble. Now—”

“I’ll stop him.”

“I haven’t even said a thing.”

Moze stood, swinging his knife around. “The general is here for rest and medicine. As her retainers, you are responsible for researching the latter, while I am responsible for the removal of any hinderances preventing the former.”

Jiaoqiu’s smile felt a little less forced at that. “Let me handle it, Moze.”

The man quirked a brow at Jiaoqiu’s direction. “You?”

“Why not?”

“You don’t get involved unless something personal is at stake.”

“As a healer, I am also responsible for ensuring the rest of my patient.” His red eyes opened, sparkling with danger. “By any means necessary.”

For a moment, Moze held Jiaoqiu’s sly gaze before he plopped back onto his seat. “You getting involved promises to be worse than anything I can do to him.”

Jiaoqiu’s grin widened. “You think so lowly of me.”

“My judgement of you is right where it should be.”

I know. Jiaoqiu held the same opinion of Moze.

“Do you require assistance?” Moze asked.

“Join me for lunch tomorrow.”

“Just don’t make it spicy.”

“I’m counting on you to ensure it’s not.”

~~~

The pot of soup Jiaoqiu had spent the morning working on was just about done. Across from him, a certain man in purple was hunched over the empty counter space that wasn’t littered with ingredients, his chin propped up on his crossed arms as he watched the foxian removed a bundle of herbs from the pot.

Taking a small, flat dish that fit quite nicely in his hand, Jiaoqiu poured a bit of broth into it before handing it to Moze. “Taste; don’t eat.”

Moze took the offered cup from him. “Must you ruin perfectly good soup?”

“Ruin?” Jiaoqiu grinned. “My friend, it has been perfected.”

Raising the small dish to his lips, Moze sipped the broth but didn’t swallow. He swished it in his mouth for a couple seconds  before spitting it back out into the dish. “Bitter.”

“How bitter?”

“Kicks in after a second.”

“Aftertaste, huh?” Looking over his arsenal of ingredients, Jiaoqiu took a pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, topped it with some herbs, and let it simmer again.

“Do I get lunch?” Moze questioned, lazily watching Jiaoqiu work. “Or was your invitation suggesting we go out for it?”

“Since when have I ever invited you out to lunch?”

Moze shrugged.

Again, Jiaoqiu filled another dish, extending it to Moze.

And again, Moze took the cup, emptied it, swishing it in his mouth before spitting it out. He paused, assessing the taste.

“Aftertaste gone?”

“Yes.”

“Is that all you have to say about it?”

Moze’s eyes narrowed as he took the two used tasting dishes to the sink. “If you wanted more eloquent descriptions, you should have asked the general.”

“Oh, but she’s so busy. How could I possibly bother her?”

Moze washed his mouth with a sip of water, spitting it into the sink. “So, it finished?”

“One last thing.” Jiaoqiu reached for the chili oil.

Only to be stopped by Moze, who slapped his hand over the top of the jar.

“Moze.”

“No.”

“Moze.”

“No.”

With a relenting huff, Jiaoqiu reached for the green garnishes instead. “Fine.” He added a few flourishes on top of the soup before putting a lid on it. “Will you do me a favor and deliver this for me?”

Only after moving the chili oil out of Jiaoqiu’s reach did Moze reach for the pot. “Were you planning to make us lunch at all?”

“Will you be patient for your reward?”

“No.”

Jiaoqiu sighed, mostly for show. “I should have expected nothing less from you. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Lunch and a show?”

“I suppose that’s one way to put it.”

~~~

With two wrapped and warm lunches, Jiaoqiu sat at their predetermined rooftop, prepared for a picnic. He’d already left the famed Nameless duo and the other two of their party members. His duty was finished. All that was left was the watch the results of his labor.

He heard the soft footsteps of his companion approach from behind. “Do I get lunch now?” Moze dryly muttered.

Jiaoqiu handed him the box wrapped in a purple towel.

Taking the food, Moze plopped down on the bench next to him. In return, he handed Jiaoqiu a small pair of binoculars. He then put down a receiver in between the two of them, mucking with it for three seconds before the clear sound of Skott’s grating voice came in.

“This better not be spicy,” Moze muttered.

“The food or the show?”

“You should never be left alone with chili oil.”

“I don’t over-spice your rewards.”

“Once.”

“Exactly: once.”

Moze sighed, throwing a dumpling in his mouth before raising a second pair of binoculars to his own eyes. Through the transmitter, they could hear everything that was being spoken, although it was a bit loud at times with all the clinking machinery.

“Is it too spicy?” Jiaoqiu asked idly as IPC members began falling one after the next, their legs crossed and clutching their stomachs.

“Yes.”

Jiaoqiu rolled his eyes. “Are you just saying that?”

By the way Moze stuck the next dumpling into his mouth without hesitation, Jiaoqiu would assume so. “I’ve been forced to adapt to it.”

“See? Not over-spiced.”

“Just because you don’t have taste doesn’t mean I want you to destroy mine.”

Jiaoqiu scoffed. “Please, you didn’t have taste to begin with.”

Moze lowered his binoculars to shoot a glare at his companion.

Jiaoqiu suppressed his urge to snicker.

With a grunt, Moze lifted the binoculars to his eyes again. “I thought you’d have just killed them with spice instead.”

“They actually had to ingest it, Moze.”

“So you’re cognizant of heat when feeding it to others, but not to me or the general?”

“Really, what are you whining about? Spice is a medicine in and of itself.”

“Are you saying you spice our food because you care?”

“Do you buy it?”

“Not a damn second.”

“You wound me, Moze.”

Finally, having watched the rest of the IPC lackeys either run or collapse while their loud mecha exploded due to March’s minimal efforts, Jiaoqiu lowered his binoculars, a mischievous sense of pride filling him. Another job well done.

Moze did the same. He popped the last dumpling into his mouth as he eyed the receiver, where March’s lackluster gloating rang through clear.

Skott, on the other hand, sounded rather pathetic.

Well deserved, Jiaoqiu thought, his grin widening.

“What are they whining about now?” Moze muttered. “It’s their fault for eating food without knowing the origin.”

“They took it that easily?”

Moze nodded.

“I expected them to give you a harder time.”

“You give them too much cre—”

Skott’s last whine came through the receiver, causing both men to freeze. Temptation pulling them in, both raised their binoculars just in time to see the horrified reactions to Skott’s… rather unfortunate admission.

“Jiaoqiu.”

“Yes, Moze.”

“… Just how strong did you make that medicine.”

“Why, I’d only serve the IPC the finest quality medications. Nothing below the strongest, most effective I can give.”

Moze��s sharp eyes turned on him. “And you had me taste it?”

“I told you not to eat. Don’t worry, you shouldn’t have any issue. If you haven’t yet had to do the walk of shame that man will have to do, then you’ll be just fine.” Jiaoqiu stood from his seat, lowering the binoculars as he shot Moze a tight smile. “Although, I think that if we want to avoid issues, we should take our leave.”

“I feel bad for the workers who have to clean up after that.”

“They get paid well, I’m sure.”

“Do they really get paid that well?”

“… Probably not.”

~~~

Later that evening, Jiaoqiu was placing the finishing touches on the day’s dinner when Feixiao decided to strut through the door.

Yes, strut. With purpose, with intention, with a façade of a smile covering her true emotions.

His gut twisting into a knot, Jiaoqiu spared a glance to Moze, who spared a glance at him. Only because Jiaoqiu knew Moze so well did he catch the waver of worry hidden in his stoic expression.

The general paused, her hands on her hips as she looked between the two men. “I heard through the rumor mill that there was quite the commotion in Aurum Alley today.”

“Was there?” Jiaoqiu spoke, gathering plates and chopsticks to set around the dinner table.

“Apparently, a certain IPC member had made his appearance very loudly known a couple weeks ago, only to have been causing trouble on the Luofu ever since.”

“A certain IPC member?” Moze drawled, playing oblivious. “Like we’re supposed to know who that is?”

“I would assume so.”

Jiaoqiu finished setting the table. “And pray tell, why’s that?”

Feixiao’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she tried to temper a grin. “Because, there would be no reason that a random IPC member would suddenly receive a pot of medicinal soup unless it was a certain IPC member.”

“Medicinal soup? Just what are you implying?”

“Jiaoqiu.”

In mock offence, he placed a hand over his chest, his ears falling in an attempt to look pitiful. “Do you think I’d poison them, general? The IPC have caused you so much trouble in the past that I can’t fathom doing anything to get on their bad side. The last thing we need is to be on bad terms with them.”

Feixiao quirked a brow at him. “Unless we were, hypothetically, already on bad terms.”

“Are we on bad terms with someone?” Moze asked. “I thought everything was resolved.”

At that, her amusement flatlined.

Uh-oh.

“I don’t know, Moze. I doubt you’d forget this one with the… colorful language you’ve used to describe him ever since.”

Moze suddenly glanced away. There was only so much hiding from Feixiao. The woman was not the general of the Yaoqing for nothing.

Yet, Jiaoqiu and Moze were not the retainers of the Merlin Claw for nothing, either. “General, just what rumors did you hear?” Jiaoqiu asked, hoping, likely in vain, to salvage this situation. “You’re going to have to spell it out for us.”

With a hand on her cocked hip, Feixiao looked to Jiaoqiu.

He’d been in enough contests like this one to hold his own just fine.

“Alright,” Feixiao stepped up to Jiaoqiu, slowly, smugly, and maybe a slight bit sultry. His smile grew strained for a whole new reason. “Allow me to spell it nice and clear, my dear healer.” She leaned in close, her eyes twinkling with mischief and smile wide in satisfaction.

Dammit. He needed his heart to calm down.

“Next time you leave me out of enjoying a literal shit show, you’re fired.”

A snort, one equal amounts amused and embarrassed, escaped him.

“Goes for you, too, Moze,” Feixiao tacked on, pulling away from Jiaoqiu. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yes, General.” The assassin bowed. “Our apologies.”

With an amused hum, Feixiao meandered into the kitchen. “You better hope I don’t get dragged into assisting the cloud knights’ investigation into a sudden case of severe food poisoning of an IPC envoy.”

“Surely not,” Jiaoqiu tried to reason, reaching for the chili oil to put the final touches on the night’s dinner.

Only for Feixiao to take the jar and walk away.

“Et tu?” Jiaoqiu muttered.

Feixiao shot him a cheeky winner’s grin. “I’d like to taste my food, thank you. Which I’m always excited to do as long as you didn’t add any special medicinal herbs to that stew, that is.”

“What healer would I be if I didn’t?” Jiaoqiu rationalized, his gaze softening as he turned towards his master. “But what I added to this pot will not turn you into the next Skott.”

“Much obliged.” As a sign of trust, she placed the chili oil back on the counter. “Now, since I wasn’t invited to watch, why don’t you tell me exactly what happened and what lead up to it. I won’t rat you boys out; I’d just like to know.”

“Absolutely, General.” Jiaoqiu garnished the food he’d so carefully crafted for his companions with herbs instead of oil. “It’s only fair you get dinner and a story, too.”

[sugarphoenixlovesfanfic]

hello! this is where I post honkai star rail fanfiction (and any other fanfiction I feel like writing).

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main writing blog: @sugar-phoenix

taglist: @ashirisu

LIST OF FANFICTIONS I'VE WRITTEN

please note that some of these will be from my main writing blog, sorry for any confusion! I'll continue to post fanfiction on this blog.

LINK TO MY AO3

ALL FANFICTIONS ARE TAGGED #fanfictions. ✧

HONKAI STAR RAIL FANFICTION

the new barista -- a super short drabble about a college au in which Dan Heng is the cute barista at your college's cafe.

Death of a Cowboy -- in which I rewrite and expand upon Boothill's past.

Rebirth of a Cowboy -- a continuation of Death of a Cowboy.

𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔 -- Boothill overheats in your getaway vehicle.

cowboy, you have a hard time wrapping things up neatly. ✦ -- Boothill is loud and messy but he grows on you. One day he does something unexpected.

I think I'll take my noodles spicy -- You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy.

△ . smiles . △ -- Jiaoqiu and Sampo fight over you.

× . bite . × -- Dan Heng is temporarily turned into a vampire.

♤ a tragedy ♤ -- As Aventurine's secretary, you love him the most.

better off without me ◦ . ◦ -- Aventurine thinks he knows what's best for the both of you but spoiler alert, he doesn't and just effs everything up instead.

[sugar-phoenix]

i wrote a short jiaoqiu fic. may or may not post it in the coming days! I have to edit it first before I think of even posting it.

It involves spicy food, and mischievous fox-like quality.

[miniigod]

i write like fanfiction or something

current wips

lego ninjago x lego monkie kid

jiaoqiu gets his shits rocked

[sheeplessthings]

-> Writing Masterpost

Hello there~!

I thought after all these years I finally do an introduction post should anyone from ao3 stumble over this blog.

they/them or just sheeps :)

in my twenties

schaflos on ao3

I love: writing (especially creating ocs - I’m kinda hoarding them 👀), a lot of fandoms, and animals (mostly foxes, cats, and whales despite what the tumblr name implies)

I reblog everything my two braincells find interesting - fanart, fanfiction, and random other posts, you name it. And don’t worry: I tag stuff, mainly so I can find it easier later, but also to tag tw or other content. It's very rare tho that I reblog something tw worthy.

I write here and there! If you’re interested,check out my Writing Masterpost! I live for any kind of feedback: be it a comment or a kudo or a bookmark! Hearing from readers is just the best feeling in the world ❤️

Here are some fandoms you may encounter frequently on this blog (some more, some less):

I’m always obsessed with:

Jamie Campbell Bower

Genshin Impact (Kaeya, Alhaitham & Kaveh, Dainsleif)

Ensemble Stars (I love so many but mainly Niki, Leo, HiMERU, Eichi)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Geto and of course Gojo/Geto)

Currently I’m also obsessed with:

Honkai Star Rail (Jing Yuan, Aventurine (& Ratio), Jiaoqiu)

Baldur’s Gate (I love them all, but I’m an Astarion girlie)

Alien Stage (Ivan)

Berserk

Mononoke

Fields of Mistria (Balor)

Tokyo Revengers (Koko & Inupi)

Other Fandoms from former obsessions you might see from time to time:

Criminal Minds

Mass Effect

Peaky Blinders

Haikyuu

Other than that you may encounter some writing posts or animal videos!

[crash-tube-the-seawing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jiaoqiu (Honkai: Star Rail)/Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Feixiao & Jiaoqiu & Moze (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Jiaoqiu (Honkai: Star Rail), Feixiao (Honkai: Star Rail), Moze (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: Past Character Death, Mentioned Character Death, Angst, the inherent angst of a longlife species loving a shortlife species, Established Relationship, (well it was), Grief/Mourning, Rare Pairings, Draft created before doing the 2.5 quest, Yaoqing Trio as family, Reminiscing, Mentioned Tighnari (Genshin Impact) Series: Part 6 of What Does The Fox Say? Summary:

Deaths of shortlife species are something every longlife species should learn to live with, should learn to deal with. But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? Accepting death does not take away the pain

And for Jiaoqiu, pain is all he feels I bring Jiaonari angst tonight~

[crash-tube-the-seawing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiaoqiu/Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Jiaoqiu (Honkai: Star Rail) & Baizhu (Genshin Impact), Baizhu & Changsheng (Genshin Impact) Characters: Jiaoqiu (Honkai: Star Rail), Baizhu (Genshin Impact), Changsheng (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Jiaoqiu has Hanahaki Disease, Pining Jiaoqiu, I mean that’s a given right? Because it’s a Hanahaki fic, Baizhu sort of becomes Jiao’s father figure?, changsheng is so done, Changsheng is a Menace, Possibly OOC, Changsheng draws out her S’s when happy, Mentioned Tighnari (Genshin Impact) Series: Part 2 of What Does The Fox Say? Summary:

Jiaoqiu wakes up one day to a strange tickle in his throat, that neither he nor his business partner, Baizhu, know the cause of. That is until Jiaoqiu starts experiencing coughing fits and starts spewing out yellow petals, to which they finally know the cause *drops this and runs*