#yanqing shouldn't be in

[yanqing-where-he-shouldnt-be]

yanqing shouldn't be standing outside my window at night

yanqing shouldn't be at anon's location

[struggling-jpg]

Yanqing and Yunli Appreciation Post

Keep Reading cut due to 2.4 spoilers~ (also relatively long-ish post)

These two bounce off each other so well! As a writer, it feels so satisfying to see their characters shine through the quest and the event in the way their interactions highlight them. So I'm gonna use this space to ramble about it!

My previous post pretty much talked about it already, but Yanqing!!! My son!!! I was quite worried that any potential arc for him would be shoved down the road or to the side due to the scale HSR has, but the game's been actually holding up to his ongoing arc. As a result, at least to me, he's come through as one of the best written/developed characters on the Xianzhou so far.

The nature of the length of the updates lets what we get in previous quests settle in for a long while, and considering the mentioned of flow of time in-game, Yanqing's had the time to think and develop as a person. The fact that so many players have had their view and opinion of him finally turn around in this quest is a testament to that. We get to see more facets of him, as in, doing his job and the responsibilities of doing so, and how his insecurities are mentioned in a main quest for all to see. He's constantly referencing others and his past encounters. You can tell that Jing Yuan raised him with his manner and approach to things, which is highlighted by the contrast to Yunli (will get to that soon).

His position as a child soldier has made him mature faster, be quiet even when he's been wronged (filial piety/saving face (aka thank you person on Reddit who makes the banger character Yanqing (and other characters in general) appreciation posts)), take a step back and have to be able to read the room (though, reasonably, he doesn't catch on all the time), and much, much more. The fact that other official content has described him as being more worried about diplomacy and all that. He doesn't have the luxury to be as carefree or brash for someone his age.

There's a lot to unpack there still, even with the development he's had now and that's good! If the Hoyo writing team was wild enough, it'd be cool to see them address the grayness of his role and Jing Yuan's mindset in raising him as he did (We love Dad-Yuan and he loves his son dearly no question, but it'd be so interesting to explore his flaws/mistakes in this perspective!).

Now onto Yunli.

I'm saying straight off the bat, I'm irritated by her!

And that's a good thing!

Her being annoying or bratty or irritating doesn't automatically make her a badly written character! She only would become one if they don't do anything with her, and HSR most probably will, and she should be given the same room to develop in her own arc.

She acts like her age, and she doesn't have the same pressures as Yanqing does. Just like how you can see Jing Yuan in Yanqing, you can see Huaiyan in Yunli, if anything he says is to go by. She's tempremental and outspoken to a fault, and based on the way how quickly Huaiyan relented when she talked back, you can tell that Huaiyan isn't as strict/stern with her to give her a sense of being humble.

I had this thought that she's technically what the general fandom viewed Yanqing as initially, and I'm not saying that as a 100% thing, by the way. But like by some traits and the vibes. She, of course, has a lot more nuance that will be explored at one point or another.

But back on topic, she's a foil. They represent two different approaches and lifestyles and can clearly learn from each other. Her inconsideration of the fact that she's on the Luofu but enforcing Zhuming practices (which I noticed people were upset by, and same; which I imagine is the point), her bluntness to no matter who she's talking to—there's a lot to work with here.

Just like with their swordplay, Yanqing could learn from her mental strength while Yunli can learn from his focused speed and defense. He can learn to regain a more firm grasp of his recently found purpose while she can learn to mature and take in her surroundings and be more thoughtful in that front.

Another interesting note is that where we are with Yanqing currently is in the middle of his arc, we've had the time to see him take a long route of struggle to get to this point, exacerbated by irl players views of him. He's in the middle of his growth and we've had since 1.0 to get to know him. But with Yunli, she was introduced very recently, so we're technically at the "beginning" of her character arc. In a way, Yunli now highlights how far Yanqing has come and changed, and in a way Yanqing now is a potential show for the arc that Yunli can have (not being the exact same as him of course).

I think the idea with these two is that they develop to be more balanced. Balance is such an important thing, especially in Chinese culture (Daoism (Yin-Yang), etc.), and 2.4 has shown how much potential they have to make for amazing character arcs.

It's cool that while they have such similar base traits, they're so different from each other. Calling Yunli a female Yanqing or Yanqing a male Yunli is simply outright incorrect. Their backgrounds, upbringings, ideals, swordstyles, perspectives, and positions in life are so distinct. I'm looking forward to their futures!

[fragmentedblade]

I love that you can pinpoint exactly the moment in which Jing Yuan steals that piece (and which one) from the board in his trailer

[bunathebunny]

between yanqing and jing yuan, there are lots of dead flags. mhy doesn't not even just put them on jing yuan but they saw yanqing and went why the fuck not.

and jing yuan's death would be a tragedy but it would also be one that is inevitable. in a way, jing yuan is dead inside. too many hours working and fucking around with the bureaucracy and hierarchy at work... he is at a stagnation and he knows it. and after a stagnation lies what? either growth or decay.

and jing yuan is old. growth is not impossible but it is unlikely.

yanqing's, on the other hand, is in his youth. he has an entire future before him. his death would be a waste, of talent, of youth. and exactly that is why it would also be a tragedy. like imagine someone who shines so bright, who has an promising future ahead and they just... die. it leaves a bitter taste in the mouth. a sense of regret, one could say.

yanqing is... underestimating a lot of things which can come and bite him in the ass... and also might lead to his death.

[cupcakesmoothie]

[suguwu]

this man is ruining my life. somehow this is 1.6k.

minors and ageless blogs dni. you will be blocked.

jing yuan x f!reader, pwp, sex pollen/aphrodisiac, unprotected sex.

you stare at jing yuan.

he meets your gaze, the corner of his lips flickering up, a guttering candle flame.

"you were what?"

"poisoned," he says cheerfully. "lady bailu confirmed it."

"so you decided to die in my foyer?"

"apparently it's mild."

"what a shame."

"so cruel."

"why are you here, jing yuan?" you ask.

"ah," he says. "it appears that the poison has...a few side effects. there's a possibility that i could be compromised."

you tilt your head. "compromised?"

"i am rather susceptible to certain stimuli at the moment. there's a possibility that—in the correct circumstances—i could give away a few things that should not be divulged."

you study him. he stays smiling, but he shifts in place minutely. he's flushed, a pale pink the color of the dawn in two spots high on his cheeks, and there's a thin layer of sweat gathering at his temples. it's starting to darken his hair to the deeper silver of the artificial moon.

"jing yuan," you say slowly. "what, exactly, are the side effects?"

"similar to a strong aphrodisiac."

"similar? or exactly like one?"

he huffs out a laugh, but it's strained. "astute as always," he says. "exactly like one."

you can't help but glance down.

he's hard.

heat suffuses your cheeks, burns hot like a supernova. you look back up at him immediately. his golden eyes are gleaming, his pupils dilating, a black hole devouring the sun.

shameless, you think.

"what do you want from me?" you ask bluntly.

"nothing untoward. just your company."

"i'm not sure i believe you."

"i just need to be with someone who won't take advantage," he says. "and i don't want to expose yanqing to this."

you sigh. "fine," you say, beckoning him deeper into your house. "come on."

the two of you settle in your living room. jing yuan sighs, closing his eyes and tilting his head back into the cushions, exposing the long line of his throat. the sweat is beading more heavily at his brow now, shining in the afternoon light, and you gnaw at your lower lip.

you pick your book back up as his breath evens out, his broad chest rising and falling with it. his brow furrows more deeply; the set of his lips looks pained.

you put your book down.

"does it—"

"it's merely uncomfortable," he says, cracking open an eye. "please don't worry about it."

you chew on your lip again. "there has to be something i can do."

he pauses for a moment. "i don't want to ask something of you that you're not willing to give."

"you won't know until you ask."

"i'd like to hold you," he says, shifting slightly. "nothing more."

it stokes the heat in your cheeks; they feel like they're on fire, burning merrily. the usual tease in his voice is gone. somehow, it bares something in you, flays you open. your traitorous heart flutters.

without a word, you stand. jing yuan raises his head, watching with interest as you cross to him. you stand in front of him for a moment, dithering like a moth, before you sink down next to him.

it takes a moment to settle into a comfortable position, but you end up with his arms wound around you as you lean back against his broad chest. you're not quite in his lap, but you're close.

he presses his cheek against you. "thank you," he says, his voice rumbling through you.

"don't mention it," you say, cheeks still suffused with heat. "really. please don't."

he chuckles, arms tightening around you. "shouldn't i be the one embarrassed?"

"nothing ever embarrasses you."

he laughs outright at that. you squirm as the sound vibrates through you; it sends a gust of damp, hot air against the sensitive shell of your ear. jing yuan is warm against you, the gentle heat of sunbaked stones, and you're not immune to the hard press of his body against you.

you shift again, settling back against him further. you take in a sharp breath as his cock—now pressed flush against the small of your back—twitches. his arms tighten around you as his breath hitches. his fingers sink into the softness of you before he lets go.

"perhaps this was a bad idea," he says, sounding strained. you're not sure he knows that one of his thumbs is stroking along the waistband of your pants, just shy of the skin beneath.

"maybe," you agree, voice breathy.

he shifts; it brings you entirely into his lap. you take a deep breath.

"tell me to stop," he murmurs, pressing close and nipping at the shell of your ear. his cock throbs against you.

you take hold of one of his big hands. you bring it up to your breast; it takes only the slightest flex of your fingers for him to cup it, his palm brushing against your hardening nipple.

"i don't want to," you admit.

he squeezes at your tit. it sends sparks skittering up your nerves. he slides his hand down and plucks at your nipple. the sensation is blunted by your shirt, but it arrows through you anyway.

"i'll struggle to control myself," he warns, his other hand sneaking between your legs to palm your dampening cunt. it presses the seam of your pants against you. you chase the feeling with a roll of your hips.

"good," you say, and that's all it takes for the world to spin as he flips you beneath him, pinning you down against the couch as he slips between your legs. you lift your hips to press up against his cock, and he groans before dipping down to kiss you.

he's soft with you for a breath, and then he devours you, all teeth and tongue, spit starting to drip messily down your chin. he shoves your shirt up over your tits and tugs down the cups of your bra until your breasts spill out.

before you can even protest the rough treatment of your favorite bra, he's ducking down to close his hot mouth around a nipple. you hiss out a breath and feel him grin against your skin. he suckles until your nipple is peaked and hard, occasionally grazing his teeth against the soft skin that surrounds it.

you fist a hand in his fluffy hair. he groans as you tug at it, his hands scrambling at the fastening of your pants. he nips at you until you raise your hips for him, letting him push down your pants until they're tangled around your ankles.

he's on you again in an instant, kissing you with deep intent, stealing your breath away, as if it wasn't his already. one big hand slips between your legs to cup your cunt.

jing yuan drags his fingers over the damp spot on your underwear. "this wet for me?" he asks.

"says the one who was hard when he showed up at my doorstep."

"true," he says, and then he descends to your tits again, sucking and biting until you're arching up into him with breathy little whines.

he pushes aside your underwear and sinks one big finger into you. you flutter around the intrusion and he curses under his breath before biting hard between your breasts, making you yelp. he pushes another finger into you almost immediately.

you tug at his hair again and he moans against your skin, the rich sound vibrating through you. your voice breaks on his name as he sinks a third finger into you, thrusting hard and curling his fingers until he finds your sweet spot, making you spasm around him.

"so good," he breathes. "so good for me, that's it."

he kisses you as he pulls his fingers out; you can feel him undoing his belt and then his pants, his knuckles brushing against you.

and then he's in you, and you sink your fingers into his back from the stretch, from the way he opens you so well on his cock.

"jing yuan!"

"you can take it," he soothes, brushing a gentle kiss against your lips even as he snaps his hips in a devastating thrust. the embers of your pleasure begin to spark into a fire, start to run hot through your veins.

he kisses you harshly as he starts to fuck you hard, each long stroke reaching deeply enough in you to make you keen. he presses down on you with each roll of his hips, pinning you completely, until all you can do is take him.

he sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder when you tug at his hair again. you mewl at the lightning strike of pain, but it melts away into heat, stoking the fire burning inside you.

you gasp as he fucks you without abandon, each thrust of his hips heavy, bullying inside of you. one of his hands drops to your clit and your voice breaks on his name.

he grates out your name when he cums, his diligent fingers circling harder on your clit until you're shuddering with it, heat racing through you like a forest fire, leaving ashes in its wake, like a landscape forever altered.

when your orgasm fades away, jing yuan kisses you softly. he teases at your lips with his tongue; nips at your lower lip until you bite back. then he rolls his hips again, and your breath catches.

he hasn't softened at all.

he gazes down at you, sweat-soaked, his pupils dilated until there's just a thin rim of gold around them, the sunrise against the horizon.

he fucks in and out of you until you hiss at the way it sparks down your nerves like lightning, pleasure kissed with pain.

"can you keep going?" he asks, drawing his tongue up the line of your jaw. you tighten around him.

"yes," you say, and his eyes flash with something predatory.

"good," he purrs. "because i'm not sated yet."

[hellsitedotcom]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ The Moment They Fell In Love With You ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

featuring Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine, ...

๋࣭ ⭑ I've been thinking a lot about these four idiots specifically, so here's another headcanons post from me; you can find my post on how they kiss here ๋࣭ ⭑

๋࣭ ⭑ warnings & info: mention of injury, Jing Yuan & Yanqing "father/son"-like relationship implied. ๋࣭ ⭑

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ DAN HENG ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ You had joined the Astral Express around the same time as him, and despite his reserved nature, Dan Heng found himself quite enjoying your company early on, given you were rather similar to him.

⤑ He warmed up to you quickly, enough to care for your safety and make sure you were alright after especially tough missions, but he never thought of you as more than his colleague. You weren't "special" to him back then.

⤑ Until he got confronted with his past again; until Blade came back to haunt him; until Imbibitor Lunae was awakened again, and his past resurfaced. And, while many others tried to coax information out of him, drowning him in questions, you never pressured him to reveal anything to you.

⤑ You became his safe haven, in a way. Your silence brought him comfort, tranquility...he knew that you wanted to help him, but despite it all, you never once asked him any personal questions, you merely wanted to know if he was alright. You gave him time to open up at his own pace.

⤑ And Dan Heng found himself wanting to do so only around you. One day, he had received a mysterious letter and told you about it, and while he could see the worry in your eyes, you merely accepted his decision to meet the unknown sender. And in that moment, the man realized how deeply he actually cared for you.

⤑ The second he had returned to the Express, he came looking for you, and though slightly awkward initially, he opened up to you that day. He wanted to tell you everything - everything he could remember, and he did. All the while, you listened to him, not once interrupting him. And when he was finished, he felt as if a weighed had been lifted of his shoulders.

⤑ After that day, the relationship between you two only strengthened. Everyone noticed, and it did not take long until March & Himeko started asking questions about the two of you, making Dan Heng blush and blurt out some answer before he bailed, his mind thinking about nothing but you.

⤑ By that time, Dan Heng knew that he held special feelings for you. He realized when he found himself walking toward you to talk about anything and everything; when he found his heart beating faster anytime you smiled or laughed; when he constantly found himself wanting to be beside you - beside his safe haven, his peace, his...home.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ BLADE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ It was...such an odd moment for him; Blade had seen you fight - he fought you personally, even, and during those fights he felt almost exhilarated, given how well you were able to keep up with him, but nothing compared to...this.

⤑ You had been bickering...arguing with him, his body covered in scars and wounds of a past he had never intended on sharing with you; you were insistent that he finally got his bandages changed, shaking your head anytime you caught a glance of those old, stained rags he still wore.

⤑ Eventually, he had given in; He wasn't quite sure why, maybe he saw it as a repayment for all the times you took up his offer of fighting him; a "Thank you" for all the times you raised your weapon against him just to satiate something he might never explain to you.

⤑ At first, he felt...odd, as if he shouldn't be sitting there, allowing you to be this close to him, but as the minutes passed and you carefully unwrapped his wounds, he found himself holding his breath without noticing.

⤑ Blade was watching you like a hawk, his breath hitching when your gentle fingers brushed across his skin as you replaced his bandages; You were so careful...so different from when he fought with you, making sure he wasn't uncomfortable from start to finish.

⤑ After that day, Blade's feeling for you...changed. Prior to that, you were merely someone he worked with. But now? Sometimes he could catch himself looking for you when there was another mission waiting for the Stellaron Hunters, finding himself wondering if you would be his partner this time.

⤑ Kafka noticed - how could she not? But for the longest time, Blade wasn't sure what he was truly feeling for you, and when the day came that you needed bandages, he found himself offering to help you with your wounds as you had helped him. And in that moment, that offer of his alone, he suddenly understood what he was feeling.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ JING YUAN ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ You were a good friend of his; someone he trusted. Regardless of when you met (leaving this up to your personal headcanon/OC), he had always enjoyed your company and input. But that's all you were to him for the longest time; a good friend.

⤑ Lately, you found yourself joining Yanqing and him more often during...well, almost everything they did; sparing, training, enjoying their time off together. Jing Yuan did not mind, given how much the kid liked you.

⤑ There was this one day when the three of you were at the training ground and Jing Yuan had to briefly step away to resolve something. When he returned, he found himself freezing in his steps.

⤑ There you were, smiling brightly as Yanqing excitedly rambled about something that the man couldn't catch from where he stood. Both the kid and you looked happier than he had seen you in a long time, and when Yanqing suddenly jumped into your arms and you replied with loud, cheerful laughter while spinning him around, the man's heart skipped a beat.

⤑ For a brief moment, he did not see his student and his good friend before him, but something else...something that he found himself wishing was the actual reality. But as quickly as that thought had come, he shook it off.

⤑ While he returned to the two of you with his usual smirk on his face, Jing Yuan knew that something inside him had changed in that moment. Yet, that moment was the only thing he could think about for the next days. You were the only thing he could think about - the only thing he wanted to think about.

⤑ How you smiled and laughed, how you joked with the kid as if you weren't just friends, but a family. And Jing Yuan found himself wishing that you were more to him than just a friend, too. Everyone close to him noticed eventually, especially Yanqing, who made it his mission to drag you along to even more meetings from then on.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ AVENTURINE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ Well, no one is going to be surprised when I say that this man had the "Oh. Oh shit." moment during the taking of risks, no? Well, you were just a...a business partner, a colleague before his mind descended into panic.

⤑ It was during a mission that the two of you had been assigned on (along with other people, if you wish); You had known each other prior from...well, previous missions and similar encounters, and you did get along, though merely on a business level.

⤑ Aventurine was talking about the mission, dramatic flair all around as he turned to you and proposed a risky idea, though he was mostly joking - mostly. But when, after a few seconds of silence, you agreed to his idea, he found himself speechless for a brief moment.

⤑ He did not expect you to agree to his plan, having thought you were someone that preferred logic and good strategies over his wild gambles, but when he realized you were serious, something...switched in his brain, and after finetuning his plan, you pulled it through.

⤑ It was almost mesmerizing, watching you pull it off flawlessly even in the face of potential failure, and worse. Before you had gone off to execute the plan, Aventurine had merely been confused by your approval of it. But as he watched you return to him with barely a scratch on you, the mission a success, he found himself...feeling uncertain.

⤑ As soon as he bid you farewell and found himself alone again, his composure seemed to falter completely. He kept repeating the mission in his head, trying to identify some ulterior move of yours that he had previously missed, but all he kept finding was your sincerity, how breathtaking it was to watch you work, and how he felt his heart skip a beat when you returned to him.

⤑ After that, he tried not to think about it anymore, finding that it only made him restless, panicked even. This went on until he found himself teamed up with you again after a handful of disappointing, "boring" missions without you by his side. And when he spotted you, met your gaze again, and found himself unable to plaster his usual smirk on his face, he suddenly realized what was "wrong" with him.

[jymwahuwu]

I can see Jing Yuan pulling off shits like "I haven't been inside my wife for a day I feel like I could get a mara struck😩"

It might be a joke, but to some officials it was serious. They are MORTIFIED.

So they make sure you, his darling, his wife, his lover, his everything, give him his daily cockwarming or even better, letting him fuck you every time he gets the chance. It became a common occurrence for Bailu to visit Jing Yuan's residence 2 or even 3 times a week because of how hard the general has been fucking you every day (hell, she might as well stay at the mansion).

The only time he will stop breeding your eggs out is when you are finally pregnant. He will become hapi hapi guy, willingly take the suppressant to suppress his libido so his baby won't get hurt if he were to fuck you during pregnancy. But in exchange for having your pussy no longer bullied, you will get nausea, back pain, and so many things altogether.

At least after the baby is born, the amount of times he needs to fuck you a day is reduced as now he likes to spend more of his time with his baby.

Yet be ready, when the baby is big enough to even go training with Yanqing, Jing Yuan will look at you and be like; "another baby?🥺"

-CW: yandere, dub-con, breeding, pregnancy, humiliation

Wait…it's so humiliating that the officials arranged for us to be fucked by Jing Yuan…I love this 😣😩🥺💦👉👈 Like you knew you were inevitably going to be creampied by Jing Yuan… but now you were being fucked for a greater good…?

Jing Yuan…maybe just jokingly complaining about not having you by his side - you, his destined, only spouse and lover. The seat of divine foresight cannot cease for a moment. Although the general does not have to decide or be present for everything, the workload is still a heavy and irresistible burden, like some tangled threads. Sometimes the general can only give you a holographic kiss on the forehead and go back to work. Once, after a meeting of high-level officials in Xianzhou, Jing Yuan had a faint smile on his lips as he listened to how the officials responded to people's mara and their greetings to the general. General sighed, shrugged and said.

"I haven't been inside my wife for a day I feel like I could get a mara struck😩"

The officials were shocked by Jing Yuan's outspokenness. Remembering how the general was rumored to be doting on and attached to his wife, they all avoided his eyes in embarrassment and changed the subject. After Jing Yuan left, they slowly realized that this was a serious matter related to Xianzhou's foundation. Jing Yuan is one of the seven Arbiter-Generals. If the general gets mara struck now, who else has the talent to succeed on Luofu? Fu Xuan is indeed talented, but She is still… young and not as experienced as him.

Generally speaking, as a general's wife, you are not supposed to be present at the seat of divine foresight while he is at work to avoid distracting him. But you…shouldn't you have such an obligation…? To comfort your husband?

You don't know when, but you find that you are often sent to the seat of divine foresight or teleported to any planet where Jing Yuan is located. You are like a little hamster that is soft, sweet, and can be carried around, put in the general's pocket. Sometimes he wants to be considerate and give you private space, but in the end he can't help but want to bury his head in your chest and rub it. Jing Yuan really can't let you leave.

The officials studied your schedule and it was all sorted. According to Xianzhou's time and calendar, there won't be a day that goes by that you don't get fucked by Jing Yuan's dick. If there is a schedule mistake, they are remiss.

How humiliating was it to be wheeled in front of the General to be fucked…? You may have your own ideals and hobbies, but these must be put behind the daily schedule of "warming your husband's cock." You stood aside uncomfortably, listening to Jing Yuan correcting documents and giving instructions to his assistants. Your private parts heat up due to the uneasy waiting, knowing what you will face after his work is temporarily over…

Sometimes, Jing Yuan just pretends not to care. With no change in your expression, the general grabbed you and pressed you against his cock to keep you warm for several hours, until you burst into tears uncontrollably, begging him to move even a little bit... What’s more, the general even had a special room, put you there, and tie your legs apart and lock your hands on the head of the bed. All you need to do is open your legs and wait for conception...Those balls press and slap against your swollen petals, loudly, cream swirling inside.

Bailu was too pure to understand what was happening. She just checks on you. She thought that pregnancy was about returning to Vidyadhara's egg or something.

Until…you are conceived, and a little life is growing inside you. Jing Yuan sometimes thinks about using artificial wombs or other technological alternatives. Witnessing your nausea and discomfort, Jing Yuan felt really uncomfortable and asked for leave to take care of you (even though he was the one who impregnated you…), but at the same time… Jing Yuan really wanted to taste the sweet milk flowing from your breasts. … He can only suppress his desires. He knows he has to be a responsible, trustworthy husband to you.

After the baby came into the world, both Jing Yuan and Yanqing were overjoyed. Their small palms wrapped around Yanqing's fingertips. They inherited that beautiful white hair, the most striking appearance feature, but some look like you. They waddle and explore the world with their palms outstretched. Looking at the baby, Yanqing and you, Jing Yuan's face shines with pride and happiness.

As your baby grows up, Jing Yuan ravages you less frequently… But don't forget that after Jing Yuan fell in love, he decided on the name of the third baby in the family. With earnest hope, he caressed you again. "Another baby…? 🥺"

At the same time, Jing Yuan's health report is as usual, even better than before, without any signs of mara. The plan worked.

[yurinaa-world]

Hello. What about a Jing yuan & platonic Yanqing (separate) with a reader that’s like Misteln Schariac from HI3. Thanks.

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing yuan & !platonic Yanqing x Gender-neutral reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that’s like Misteln Schariac

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

His darling, his love, everything you do attracts him to you. That kind nature and sweet personality mixed in with your little to no social cues.

You always ask questions—not that he minds—just seeing your expression turns into confusion one when you don’t understand something like the little birds that land in his hair.

Brushing through his hair, just to get bitten by a small little bird in his hair. You completely stop and look at his hair in confusion before pulling out the bird

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Ow!”

You yelp, and you snatch your hand away from his hair, looking at your finger to see a little red bite mark on your finger. 

Looking back at Jing Yuan's hair to see a bird pop out…you look at the bird in confusion—not anger, just confusion—“Are you alright?”

Before answering, you just grab the little bird from his hair, to hold in your palms, looking down at it with blank eyes.

 He just lets out a light laugh, seeing your expression when looking at the little bird. “How did that get there?”

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔

When the general doesn’t have time to train with him you do instead, which is why it frustrates and confuses him so much!

Honestly, you basically have no knowledge of social cues at all! You're like a child! Even he had to help you understand what people say yet your skills could match even the general!

Of course, he knows not to judge people and assume they can’t do certain things, he just finds you so odd, even with slight cold behaviour you still care for him, give him tips on his sword work, and even go shopping with him.

He feels bad for being frustrated at you when you do so much for him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Are you alright?”

“AHH—“

Yanqing immediately jumps off of the bench in shock, staring at you with wide eyes yet you notice his hand was injured—loose bandages wrapped around that he didn’t have the chance to tie them up.

Sitting down on the bench and motioning him to sit back down next to you. When he does, you take his wrist and begin to take off those bandages and rewrap his wrist. Observing everything hand the injury looked to be on his wrist but he was bandaging his entire hand. 

“You twisted your wrist, you shouldn't be covering your entire hand instead it should just be your wrist.”

He just silently looks at his wrist while you fix it up for him. “Understood…” you hear a murmur leave his lips. 

“It's fine everyone makes small mistakes like these.” 

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child! reader w/blade, yanqing, natasha, & gepard

summary; thoughts being thunk about cute scenarios with child! reader

genre/extra tags; fluff, blade is probably ooc, don't give blade a child, yanqing being a big brother, yanqing and reader gang up on jingyuan, natasha my beloved, gepard big brother arc, but gepard is an awkward big brother, whoops my hand slipped now there's angst (natasha's part), blade wants to punt a kid (/hj)

[gender neutral! reader] [child 7-9! reader] [platonic]

[warnings; implied for reader to be heavily sick often (natasha)]

a/n; *smacks my head* this baby holds loads of child!reader ideas, thanks to their family being the way their family is. good ol' trauma. you didn't pick any characters in particular other than just non-express crew characters. hope you enjoy

it's a fucking miracle that you're even standing next to this man. kafka just had to give you to him. luckily, blade is less violent than he looks. and luckily for you, you hold no fear.

"you look ugly like that." you point at him, your tiny finger inching a little too close to his eye. "why do you look like that?" kafka stifles a laugh as she watches from afar.

"i can't believe i want to punt a child." he mutters. "i don't know, why do you look like that?" he retaliates.

"look like what? ms. kafka says i'm cute!" your hand goes limp to rest on your lap.

"you are anything but cute, you devil spawn."

you gasped, "ms. kafka! blade is being mean!" you get up to run to the woman, who is laughing silently. "he called me a devil spawn... whatever that means!"

"it means you're tiny. and stupid." blade says, watching as you hide behind kafka's leg.

"no, you're stupid!" you stick your tongue out at him.

"you little sh-"

"curse jar!"

"yannie!" you cheered loudly.

"y/n!" he cheers back. you run to him as he picks you up. "do you want to walk around today?" you nodded. "let's go get some allowance from the general first!"

"jing!" you and yanqing arrive at the general's office.

"if it isn't our little cloud knight." jingyuan watches as the young blonde puts you down to go run at him. "i could only wonder what you are doing here with yanqing."

"i wan' to explore with yanqing!" you climb up jingyuan's legs as he watches with a fond gaze.

"is that so?"

you nodded, "but me 'n yan need help." jingyuan looks at you confused before turning to look at yanqing.

"we need some money, general..." jingyuan raises an eyebrow, glancing at you who shows him puppy eyes. and then yanqing tries to play off his ask with an innocent grin.

jingyuan can't help but sigh, "for a lieutenant and a little cloud knight, you two sure are sly." he smiles gently.

"you think we can annoy serval?" an impish grin starts to grow on your face.

"we really shouldn't do that." gepard chides you. you groan.

"but i'm so bored! she's got cool ga- gad-gets."

"gadgets."

"yeah! i wanna see them! i wanna watch serval work!"

"she's probably busy, y/n." you huffed as you struggled in gepard's arms, "stop it!"

"what can we do then?" you pouted. "what do you wanna do?"

awkward silence...

"my idea is better! let's go see big sis!" you tug on his clothes as if it would anything to make him move faster.

"how about we make something for serval? wouldn't that be fun?"

"hm? making something like a gad-gets?"

"gadget. yeah, maybe something like that. or we can draw something for her, and she can put it up somewhere."

"yeah, let's do that!" you cheered, walking alongside gepard and putting your hand in his.

it's no doubt that your parents would leave you in the care of the nicer-est nurse in town (your words, not hers). even if you were a not so amazing state, you can't help but still be happy.

"i think you're a superhero, ms. natasha. i wanna make a story about you!" you've always been a creative soul, it was one of the few things you can do with being bedridden for days on end. writing was a favorite. but you really liked making comics.

"i'm just doing my job, dear. i think you should make a story about yourself." natasha speaks with fondness as she distracts you from getting a shot. "you're just as strong as a hero." her voice is bittersweet but you don't notice it.

"how about i make a story about us? we can be the best-est heroes in the world!" you beamed at your own genius suggestion. "i can be your sidekick!"

"i would love to see that story someday." she smiles. "i know it will be amazing as always." she places a band aid where your shot was taken. her thumb brushes over it once, then again. "i'll even put it up by your bed. framed and everything."

she just hopes you live to see another day.

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𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: interruptions

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jing yuan x m!reader (+ yanqing and sushang)

—

"Did you come here for training or did you come here because you enjoy resting on my thighs so much?" Jing Yuan asks you. You were resting your head on your beloved's lap after your training with your student, sushang. You ended training early to see your beloved.

"The second part and I also wanted to see you again because I miss you." You mumbled, keeping up a stoic expression.

"You're good at hiding such emotions, but you're not best at stopping your tail from wagging." Jing Yuan chuckled as he glanced at your fox tail wagging around.

"W…whatever…" you blushed as you leaned up off the male's lap and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close. "No one is watching, I want my kiss."

"Hahaha~ You're so clingy." The general smiled as you slowly leaned in for a kiss, but you were interrupted.

"Eh? Master [Y]? What are you doing here with the general?" Sushang questions, "I thought you said you were going to go grab some drinks."

"You lied to your student?" The white haired male inquired.

"It was to get her distracted…" you sweatdropped.

"Hey! General! You lied to me! You're only doing this on purpose, aren't you?!" Yanqing exclaimed.

"Hey…you two are really close to each other. Were you about to kiss?" Sushang narrowed her eyes on you two.

"..."

"Wait a minute! Don't tell me you two are dating! No wonder why the training was cut short!" The blonde whined.

"Is that the reason you two lied to us because you wanted to keep your relationship a secret?" The brunette haired girl questioned.

"My apologies, Sushang. Just keep this as a secret and I'll buy you some treats." You told the girl.

"Some treats, eh…?" Sushang smirked. "I want a day off."

"You're off for today. Run free, little birdie." You shooed the girl away.

"Strale, please." Sushang held her hand out.

"Eh…?"

"General! You earned me another training!"

"Ah. My apologies. Maybe tomorrow." Jing Yuan sweatdropped.

"But I want it today!" Yanqing pouted.

"I'll give you strale for the swords if you leave us be. We needed some alone time together, you know…?" The white haired male handed a bag of strale to the blonde.

"I can?! Thanks general! Have fun!"

You handed the 15 year old girl some of your savings from your pocket, letting her run off with Yanqing, "Kids…"

"Just let kids be kids. Let us continue before we are interrupted." Jing Yuan chuckled, cupping your face. Unable to hold back, you interlocked your lips with the white haired male's lips. Jing Yuan wrapped his arms around your neck as you both lay down on the ground.

Jing Yuan pulled away, "...Shouldn't we tell them that we're married?"

"We'll tell them later. I'm still hungry, you know~" you lick your lips. "It's not mating season yet, but I'm up for it~"

The white haired male blushed, "Let's take this home in bed."

"I couldn't wait, let's do it now."

"W-what if they come back?"

"Don't worry, they won't be back until tomorrow~"

masterlist

[yanqing-where-he-shouldnt-be]

Yanqing shouldn’t be fighting Giratina and Volo in Pokemon: Legends Arceus (HE DOESNT KNOW GIRATINA HAS TWO PHASES….)

yanqing shouldn't be fighting giratina and volo in pokemon legends arceus

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I don't talk about Dan Heng enough despite him being my favorite so I'm gonna fix that while I'm in my post about HSR mode lol

His character development!!! I love how much more open he is about his love and care for the Astral Express.

My guy openly expresses how much he wants to be with them and protect them! They're his "once-in-a-lifetime treasures"!!!

He was so ready to summon the literal Xianzhou Luofu the moment he felt his comrades were in danger and had to have Boothill, of all people, talk him down from doing it. His dream in Penacony was that he got to be with the Astral Express forever (he's just like me fr). And despite the Shackling Prison being the place that gave him trauma, he was apologetic that we had to be there and EVEN GENTLY PATTED OUR HAND

(Which I get a bit sad when I watch people play the quest and they don't talk to him when they get to this part ToT)

LIKE BRO, YOU NEED TO BE THE ONE THAT'S TAKEN OUT OF HERE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO COMFORT ME, I'LL BE COMING BACK HERE LATER ANYWAY ToT LOOK OUT FOR YOURSELF TOO DAN HENGGGGGG

He's also so encouraging! When he tells Sunday that he isn't a bad person so he shouldn't be held back by the past and when he's so openly supportive of Yanqing and compliments him on his drive when he he fought him and Blade! He's. Just. So. Sweet!!!

Dan Heng, you are the love of my life, and I want you to be happy

[nian-7]

Various HSR Characters x gn!reader

✧their reaction to receiving flowers

✧fluff, genshin ver 1 & 2

You got them flowers? How lovely! They love that you've thought of them while you were out and they find it endearing that you've bought them a gift. It's very sweet and now they'd like to do something in return for you. Whether that be getting you a gift or going out with you somewhere, whatever the case may be, they will pay you back for it!

-March, Asta, Yanqing, Topaz, Sushang

A gift? For them? You shouldn't have. They do appreciate the thought a lot and they'll thank you for the sweet gift. It'll go somewhere that they can see it everyday, possibly on their bedside table so that they can look at you and see the pretty flowers that you had picked out specifically for them.

-Kafka, Jing Yuan, Himeko, Natasha, Bronya

Really, you bought them a gift? What are they meant to do with these flowers?! They've never really had an interest in receiving gifts and would much rather receive love in other ways but still it is a gift from their beloved and so they have no choice other than to cherish with their whole heart. Not that they'd ever tell you that they do.

-Dan Heng, Silver Wolf, Blade, Herta, Seele, Fu Xuan

A gift is their favorite way to show their love for you. They'd much rather have you on the receiving end of the gift and so they probably beat you to it. You received a gift right before you were going to head out to get those flowers for your beloved. It seems they just knew that you were going to get them something and beat you to the punch.

-Yukong, Tingyun, Serval, March, Guinaifen

It seems you've flustered them with this sudden gift! Give them a kiss and their face might turn even redder. They get very happy and love your gift to them, no matter how random it might have been. It's something they'll cherish and get a little sad when it starts to wilt.

-Gepard, Luka, Yanqing

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[luminecent-sky]

Ooo i just got called out by that (hook still at Lv.1 at e3)

Well, in the case of Hook, she thinks (and this is reinforced by all the adults) that the Aeon of Fate wants to keep her safe! Because the Aeon knows best, and obviously, this is one of those moments.

While some of the older followers are more saddened by this, Asta and other followers that have responsibilities are thankful that they were given the strength and use it to do their duties more easily.

Teens like Clara, Yanqing, and HuoHuo, however....

Silence falls upon the teens as they take a break from training on the Astral express, seeing the adults come back from another successful adventure with their grace, the faint feeling of divinity that enveloped the train leaving it soon after they settled in. 

Yanqing looks over at the other teens in envy as they talk about the small adventures they sometimes joined their Aeon on.... Lynx looked particularly pleased as she recounted a valiant fight against a silvermane commander that she participated in.

It had only been a few hours since she became a vessel of Fate, quickly gaining power, and only a few of them could imagine of, unless you were Qingque or Pela, though the latter had confessed that her growth had been stopped as soon as a certain member of the Nameless reawakened his Vidyadhara powers.

Still, surrounded by other vessels that were younger than him, though being a teenager himself by the Xianzhou standards still stung. Was he not strong enough? Not capable enough? He knew that Sushang felt the same, but she still had something that he envied, she was at least a vessel with multiple glowing eidolons. He wasn't even chosen. 

.

.

.

 The Aeon was there when he fought the Stellaron hunters, when he fought Jingliu and he still lost, despite how their grace had done their damndest to help him triumph, guiding Pollux as she fought him under the control of that wicked woman, Kafka... were those battles, tests? 

Did the others have to face such things before they became vessels? Has he failed in the eyes of Fate? Was it the will of Fate that he could never be chosen? He sat there polishing his swords as doubt continued to swirl in his mind, he has to get better, for himself, and to prove that he was worthy enough for the Aeon to look upon him as a vessel worth relying on. The deep-seeded fear of abandonment rearing its ugly head the longer he dwelled on it. 

He needed to train, get his mind off of it.

—

Silver Wolf was getting bored, her games had gotten boring, and having no part in Elio's current script aside, she had to start from scratch, thanks to Herta and Screwllum* removing her accounts... along with the fact that she wasn't chosen as a vessel, 

It shouldn't bother her. This was fine, even Kafka wasn't chosen, the gacha didn't roll in her favour and all that. But it did sting, especially when Blade became a vessel, one of the main vessels, always returning back to base healed and with an expression of peace, unnerving to those who hadn't spent any length of time around him. 

Sending a hologram to the Astral express, she had the chance to talk to Pollux, to connect to their Aeon before the faint divinity she could feel faded away. 

She could never get used to it, the feeling of something watching you from every angle, seeing you, and through you. As the 'hacker', being unable to hide behind a screen, a hologram never sat right with her... she would only show herself when she wanted to cause chaos, or something really peaked her interest.

But lately, it seemed like the world was shifting again. The way that the other vessels moved seemed to be more.... lethargic, like their god had gotten tired and bored of them, it was unnerving to see the usually chipper and smiling members of the Astral express like this.

Until she found out the reason for this development, their god had encountered a lull in interest, much of the content had become tedious, boring, and much like a chore. But it would be alright, surely this game world would expand and bring their gaze back to her.

Just need to wait for the next update.

-

Clara always strived to be a good kid, caring for everyone in the vagrants' camp, making sure all the machines were in working condition and such.

It was always her dream to have everyone get along, no fighting or resentment, so she was overjoyed when the Aeon set their sights on her home, maybe they could really help unite everyone, sure they fought with Mr. Svarog, but it was a misunderstanding!

And after they came to help life had been slowly improving for everyone in Belebog.

They no longer had to fight with the other miners, and they could finally see the sunlight, feeling the breeze from the overworld. As a whole new world of opportunities opened up for her and the people of the Underworld.

But as she saw the others become blessed, blessed to help, blessed to make a difference in their slowly recovering planet, she felt empty.

Why was she not allowed the same? Was she not good enough? Had her efforts to help those she cared about lacking in the eyes of their Aeon?

Even if the other vagrants and robots assured her of the contrary, that seed of doubt would stay in her heart, taking root and slowly growing.

Nourished by the passing of time, as their Aeon moved to help other worlds, akin to a wound left to fester.

She hoped that one day she would be good enough to be seen by their god.

All she could do was wait.

A/n: no u didn't see this posted last year, tnx

lmaoo it rotted for so long, i will make a part 2 to this i think

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

angst? me? haha... 2.4k words of it actually c:

cw: slight sensory deprivation (blindfold/mention of going non-verbal)

you still remember the first time it happened. how could you forget? the sheer panic and rapid thoughts racing through your mind when the itch in your throat had produced a single, golden ginkgo leaf from your tongue.

in the stages of grief, it states there are five. you beg to differ since you spent so long staring at the yellow leaf in your palm for so long your eyes felt irritated from the lack of blinking. you couldn't just deny that something was so very wrong when the evidence had come out of you.

you didn't feel anger either. confusion, fear, the deepest pit you've ever experienced in your gut? that's what you felt, but not anger. this was something that was bound to happen one day if you lived long enough to see it, so it shouldn't anger you anyway. still, that doesn't mean that that stage was skipped.

no, jing yuan felt it for you.

jing yuan hated yaoshi, the adundance. he loathes them from the deepest, darkest and most tainted part of his soul. the loathing he felt no doubt could even be felt by the continuously passed on entity of his Lightning-Lord. it was a sick twist of fate that he had been with you when you coughed up that leaf, stood so closely within your personal proximity when your life started ticking away from him.

jing yuan was not a loud man when it came to his negative emotions. he- in fact- made a bad habit of keeping most of them internalized and kept solely to himself. may haps he would tell you or yanqing that which would plague him to the point of bursting- but those rare moments only happened well away from the public eye of the luofu residents. no, jing yuan is a man who radiates anger like a brewing lighting storm devoid of rain and thunder. it's quiet and heavy and skin crawling.

you were younger than him, you still had time to enjoy your long life before having to worry about the effects of mara. you should've still had time to enjoy your long life beside him.

"y/n," his voice calling you is breathless as he moves swiftly to stand in front of you. he takes your wrist gently- you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly- and he brushes that yellow leaf onto the ground under his boot. "let me see," he says. finally registering back into reality, you lift your chin and he's immediately searching your face and eyes for any signs of... just something.

maybe he was looking for something that was invisible. a way to prove that what just happened before his very eyes was a trick of some sort- maybe a sick prank you'd be begging him to forgive you for later. or maybe he had already reached a state of dreary understanding and was searching for a timeline of how much time you have left.

"jing yuan," you softly call, and he flinches when he hears the drag of your voice that indicates your painful coughs from a moment ago. "it..." you take a deep breath, "it's going to be fine. let's just go to lady bailu and-"

"no," he quickly shoots down before his brain could think otherwise. his outburst startled you both, and if it weren't for such a dire situation, his wide eyes that quickly scrunched closed may have been cute in a way. "no, just- nevermind." he lets out a deep sigh. "we should go see the dragon lady, you're right. and i-" should contact the ten-lords commission. but he doesn't want to. if he does, then you'll be taken from him and imprisoned with every other marastruck xianzhou native they've taken under his order.

his hands that were wrapped around your wrists grow slack and you easily slip free from his grasp. dropping one hand, the other raises to brush back the wild, white treses that always cover his right eye.

"we'll start with lady bailu, okay?" he just nods, not able to formulate words anymore. he had a letter sent to the alchemy commission announcing his visit along with you for the following day, giving him some time to compose himself. a single day would do you no harm after all.

"is there still nothing that can be done?" jing yuan knew the answer already. of course, there wasn't. there hadn't been for as long as he's been general- which was longer than most of his predecessors. the best 'solution' he had at this point was the small gourd gripped tightly in his fist. this had been his second time back to the alchemy commission, the first time had been with you but now he stands here alone.

"you know as well as i do," bailu's voice spoke as she stood in front of him with her hands on his hips, "this is the most advanced treatment i have. the alchemy commission is still no closer to finding a real cure, so please make do with this for now."

"i understand," there was no point in trying to converse longer. the longer he spent here the longer you waited for him back at home. he had contacted bailu with means on the downlow and had even attempted to keep who the afflicted person was if word did spread.

of course, that didn't work out like he wanted and just by his mannerisms alone, the young high elder knew it was you. she had never seen the luofu's general so disheveled before- normally able to keep a better lid on his emotions.

"you have my gratitude," he said before dismissing himself.

this small gourd could last a patient anywhere between a few days, a few weeks or at worst a few hours. your mara hasn't been active for long, just a day or two before jing yuan could get his hands on the elixir she uses for the marastruck soldiers she comes across.

"only administrator one ochoko of elixir a day! no matter how bad it gets, you cannot exceed that amount!" were bailu's specific instructions. he dares not go against them. at the very most he could stretch the treatment up to around 40 days if he was lucky.

and then there was the probability of you losing your mind quicker than he could treat you. so, he took another precaution.

when jing yuan returned back home, back to you, he had found you sitting on the wooden veranda surrounding the house. the breeze was something you always enjoyed. your head was angled up towards the sky, but you saw nothing behind the blindfold covering your eyes.

sensory deprivation. in cases of mara, cutting off senses of the body can slow the spread of it. surely with this and the dragon lady's elixir...

"y/n," he calls and you swivel your head towards his voice with a smile. one that was so innocent and warm he wished he could see your eyes.

"welcome back," you greet him as he pads softly over to you. running the pads of his finger across the skin just below your blindfold, his chest tightens. its not fair.

"i'm home." jing yuan is glad you cannot see his frown.

the time it took for the alchemy commission to finally find out jing yuan had been seeking bailu's guidance for a marastruck xianzhou native was more than his pessimism expected, but less than his desired yearned. he was cornered at the seat of divine foresight, surrounded by alchemy commission enforcers and yanqing who had been privy to the secret considering he lived with the general and you.

the general sat at his desk, his fingers weaved together and propped up by his elbows. his forehead lowered and resting on the backs of his hands with his scrunched-up expression hidden under his white mane of hair that had been tied up messier than usual- if one could believe it with the nest of hair he normally had.

hearing the underlings of bailu chew his ears off, he could only catch a glance of yanqing at his side. arms locked at his sides with his fists clenched- jing yuan could only imagine the face he was making.

"y/n must be apprehended and relocated to the shackling prison, general. you're aware of this."

"all too well," he whispers to himself, but with the heavy quiet everyone can hear him. "yanqing," he calls without lifting his head.

"general?" the general had never heard the boy so soft spoken before. all his bravado seems to have shrunk.

"i will be contacting the ten lords commission," he swallows. "please make preperation for it."

"yes, general." the painful swallow in the young boy's voice was enough to tell jing yuan that he understood.

'go spend time with y/n before they're gone.' that was what jing yuan really said.

soon, jing yuan's office was clear of all guests and he finally lifted his head and leaned himself back in his chair. letting out a breath, he knew it was coming. you had been coughing up more leaves than he had expected and despite everything he tried, the affliction was ruthless.

it wasn't fair.

the next day, jing yuan had decided to do one finally task. for himself and for you. instead of waiting for the ten lords commission to come knocking at his doorstep, he was going to take one last final measure. even if it changes nothing and you're still taken away from him- perhaps it could extend your sanity just a little while longer. that alone would give jing yuan the smallest peace of mind.

your body had been getting weaker, and patches of yellow gingko shaped markings had spotted all over your body. jing yuan had to practically carry you all the way to the divination commission to meet with fu xuan.

"general," fu xuan's soft voice speaks as he undoes your blindfold but softly instructs that you keep your eyes closed for him. "are you sure you want to do this?"

"i've made my decision."

replacing your blindfold, the general places his palm across the span of your eyes. your hand reaches up to gently rest on his wrist and he can see the cursed yellow blotting you under your sleeves meant to keep it hidden. he grimaces.

"you're taking my memories... aren't you?" your voice had gone scratchy and distorted a few days ago, so you had refrained from speaking. another pointless suppression tactic.

"yes, my dear," he brings you down to your knees beneath the matrix that was ever turning. he kneels with you, keeping his hand over your eyes. "i am."

"yanqing?"

"he knows. i... i asked him not to come." he didn't want you to look that boy in the face and not know who he was. "after this, you'll be taken to the shackling prison." jing yuan closes his eyes and lets out a heavy breath. "i'm so sorry."

"i know." your gentle grasp on his wrist tightened and he wishes you'd rip off his gauntlet and embed your nails into his skin just so he'd have something left of you after the day's end. "it'll all be okay."

"no," he refutes, "it wont."

"general," fu xuan wistfully calls. "the ten lords commission will be coming shortly. if you're sure about this, then we must act quickly." the general nods, lifting off his knee to lean and push his forehead against yours one last time. his bangs still tickle your face, and his skin is warm. the way he smells of tea and the elixir you had been taking envelops you and you feel oddly at peace.

the next and last time jing yuan see's your eyes, they're stripped of everything he ever memorized about them. and you didn't recognize him.

the buzz about the general losing you was all hush, like a ripple that kept coming into contact with him. you were gone, taken away from him and all he wanted to do was find a way to get past it. get over it. accept it. but all the outside noise just kept reminding him about how much it hurt.

the buzz turned into murmurs, turned into static and as the days past public life returned to normalcy on the luofu. now, as welt, march and the trailblazer all walk around the divination commission they pass by a small jade plaque that had been placed there several years ago. it looked well-kept and there was a name inscribed on it.

"so, was this y/n person important or something?" march asks, unaware of the intensity that question could hold for some. fu xuan looks at the plaque that used to sit comfortably at the seat of divine foresight before it was moved.

"they were. a very important person who meant a lot to all of us on the luofu."

"did they...?" march's voice was sad, and welt tries to keep her from asking anything more. the plaque was obviously a memorial.

"they were stricken with mara a long time ago." fu xuan takes a deep breath and turns to the curious girl. "i'll be happy to answer any questions you have about them, but you must not bring the subject up to the general under any circumstances."

"the general? but why not?"

fu xuan's face falls and his lips curl over her teeth in a small frown that was biting back too many things she need not disclose to outsides ears.

"it would be pointless." was all she replies.

fu xuan looks longingly at the matrix and can picture the face of the general who had completely recovered from the loss of his partner. the general who will gaze out over his desk at the large star chess board in his office. the general who still entertains his young retainer in both combat training and chess games. the general who still had a bad habit of dozing off and slipping away from his seat and paperwork.

the general who doesn't remember he was ever in love to begin with.

sometimes, the general of the xianziou luofu finds himself starting out into empty space. the words 'it isn't fair' repeating in his subconscious bring a pain to him. he doesn't know what they mean. what wasn't fair? all he can do to shake the feeling and words is resume meditating.

jing yuan didn't know why he meditated. but he did know that he didn't want to remember why it hurts.