#yingxing is so lucky

[wanderershu]

To all the writers who write dan feng using his tail to grab people (yingxing) or waving it excitedly despite having a blank expression on his place, you guys are cooking SO good and I eat it up every single time. It's so cute.

[ardensregias]

his songbird

contents!! yingxing x female reader. prone bone turned missionary. reader is shy :3 dirty talk. lots of teasing!!! sliight dacriphilia. edging. praises. tummy bulge mmmm. petnames: angel, baobei, darling. yingxing gege !! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა

my clit wrote this so this def sucks & not proofread & kinda selfship-coded . . ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა *runs away*

it's endearing, the way you tighten your hold on the silk sheets, buries the sweet face he's missed so badly into the feather-filled pillow, as if that'd help you to tone down the loud and obscene noises that escape your lungs.

"still so shy, hm?" he coos, slotting himself deeper into your aching cunt, "'s not like this is the first time we've done this, angel,"

too exhausted to form a coherent reply, a whine escapes your lips instead, giving yingxing all the answers he needs. the craftsman reads you like an open book. no matter how much you seldom admit to it, deep down you know that it's the truth—that he always knows what to do with you; the things you'd love to hear and feel, and all the right ways to turn you into putty for him with masterful ease.

such as right now; the way he brings one rough hand down from your breast to your hips, pressing down on the plush skin to stop you from squirming too much, pushing you into the edge and humming in satisfaction at each one of your adorable reaction. it fuels his ego to know that he's the only one who can mold and shape you into such a perfect doll for him to use and fold into any position he'd like.

"i can tell you're loving this. would you like me to go harder, baobei?"

from the mirth oozing from his words, you can already picture him wearing the cheekiest smirk that you so despise to see, waiting for any kind of response—which he's 100% sure will not be a comprehensible one.

"gege, i—please—nghh... i-if you do tha—haaah!" you cried out, hiccuping out little incoherent babbles and dragging your nails across the soaked sheets, seeking for any semblance of relief.

so predictable, he thinks. his lips curl further upward, grinning at your reaction, finding it difficult to resist teasing you further, "use your words, baobei, c'mon—or are you telling me that this is enough to break you?"

and as if to make it worse for you, yingxing rolls his hips up, pushing his pelvic bone flush against the swell of your butt until his leaky cockhead manage to kiss that soft spongy spot inside you, and your back arches alluringly in return, lips quivering in a struggle to keep your voice down—fearing the possibility of alerting the entire neighborhood of the debauched activities you two are engaged in.

your lover presses a series of chaste kisses on your shoulder blade like you are his revered goddess, seemingly unbothered by the sound of your wails and whines bouncing off the walls. if anything, he wants to show you off—after all, not everyone is lucky enough to have such precious songbird in their bed.

"still no answer, huh... need me to stop?" he queried, halting all movements as broad shoulders hunched down to loom over your smaller body, silver strands of hair cascading over your back—perhaps to purposely tickle the sensitive column of your neck, adding more stimulation and drawing out more of your sugary sweet voice he'd swallow like the wine he often shares with the quintet.

(your lover can be quite cruel sometimes.)

"g-gege!" you yelp, using the little energy you have left to find purchase in his arm and spoke between gasps, "no, nonono—don'... don't stop, gege, please... wan' you to go harder..."

(but he's never immune to your adorable pleas.)

he cannot help the chuckle that escapes his lungs, because finally, "that's my good girl—see, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" he croons, large hands finding purchase on your sides to maneuver you on your back, and you swore you felt his length twitches at the mere sight of you—mouth agape with a trail of drool running down the side of your mouth, tears clinging to your lashes and the apple of your cheeks, and—oh.

was that a little bump he's seeing on your tummy?

yingxing went silent for a few seconds, before he slowly—painfully so—slides his palm from down your torso, stopping atop your abdomen and pressing down on the slightly protruding flesh, successfully drawing out the most darling squeal out of your spit-slicked lips, followed by a subtle shudder of your body, "gege—! w-wait..."

the blacksmith pays you no mind as he begins moving again, battering your insides with renewed vigor, thrusting faster and shoving his girth deeper, relishing the sight of the bulge disappearing and reappearing with each jerk of his hips. you did beg for him for this, after all—he's just being a good husband and doing what his beloved wife wants him to do!

he gently cups your cheeks, admiring the cockdrunk look you have on your face before he shushes you with a light press of his lips against yours, "sshh, 's okay... cum for me, baobei—be a good girl and cum on my cock, will you?" the teasing lilt in his voice falters into a guttural groan as your walls constrict and gushes around his girth and triggering his orgasm. seeing how hard you're clamping down on him, it's safe to assume that you're trying to milk him dry, knocking the cockiness off his face as he pant on top of you.

once the blacksmith regained his composure, he brings his thumb down, rubbing hearts over your throbbing nub as he stills himself, gazing down at your juices mixed with his milky seed drivelling down your thighs and webbing his pubes. it's a sight awfully lewd and he can't stop the little aww it pulls from his lungs.

(you look your best when he's laid his claim on you.)

"are you alright?" he asks, keeping a close eye on your trembling form before he slather your smaller frame with his warmth, the plane of muscles serving as a shield and a reminder that you're safe with him, that he is here to take care of you.

you nod, dewed lashes fluttering up to meet his, "k-kiss—w'nna kiss, gege, please...?"

and of course he'd comply—when you're asking so politely even in this fucked-out state, colliding his lips with yours to devour the cherry-flavored drool that mingles with his own, eliciting a rather juvenile wish from the old man's heart; to stay this close for as long as forever.

[akutasoda]

"i found my heart, i found your heart, and it's still beating"

--you two were denser than rocks, is what dan feng thought. and now looking back on all those years you realise just what could've been, but it's too late now...

--warnings - gn!longlife species reader, fluff, pining, angst no comfort, mention of death??, two people that can't see the signs, maybe ooc, wc - 2.4k

--a/n: wowee yingixing fic! tbh i spent alot of time on r/blacksmiths when writing HAHA shouts to @milksnake-tea for the idea behind this which then inspired the whole thing... and here you go pookies @lowkeyren + @https-sourlimes i hope i did the wife proud!!

the natural heat of the day was nearly unbearable.

nearly as it paled in comparison to the blazing warmth that crept out the furnace and filled the air of the small workshop - although by now the lone figure was well used to the conditions forced upon him when forging.

he had a quota to reach. many weapons began their life being forged within these walls by his hands and died upon battlefields. most of his creations never lasted, all the time and toil spent making them just for them to be destroyed in the hands of those either lucky enough to make it back, or unlucky enough to not.

but a quota was a quota - more casualties would only be caused if he failed. a sigh escaped him as he picked up the last sword before moving towards the stifling heat of the forge and holding the sword in, patiently waiting for it to turn a glowing yellow and then removing it.

sitting down and setting down the stock flat on the anvil, he began carefully shaping the top of the soon to be sword. he stopped for a moment, the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention and a part of him could guess just who was visiting him now.

wiping away the sweat from his forehead with the back of his leather gloves, he watched as you walked through the open door - it was never closed when the forge was going, the room would've turned itself into the forge otherwise. and with that he knew his time was up.

“done with the weapons yet?” your voice called out but he simply turned to flatten the blade, a smirk made it's way across your face “the marshall needs them by the deadline set you know?”

yingxing grumbled “as usual” speaking up to add “if they want them done quicker perhaps they could forge them themselves then?”

he stood up and held the sword into the forge again, holding it for less time than previously. clearly he wasn't in a rush so you prompted “how long then?”

“depends, if the marshall wants a decent weapon i still need to sand, sharpen, reheat and create the hilt” pausing before pulling the sword away from the forge and pointing it at you “or you could take it now”

his arrogance would be the death of you, but for now a smile graced your face before urging him to continue on - the marshall could wait a while longer.

unlike yingxing, you weren't accustomed to the conditions of the forgery and so the suffocating environment forced you to find respite outside until he was finished. if anything this was a usual routine between the two of you nowadays, the marshall would send you to collect weapons from yingxing but everytime he wouldn't be completely finished and so you'd wait outside.

occasionally you sat with him but the sweltering heat made it feel like the whole room would suffocate you and he often preferred to work in silence. he never took that long anyway, or if he did it was purposeful and you both knew so - at least the scenery was nice.

“it’s finished now, don't keep the marshall waiting longer or else we’ll both hear about it” his voice snapped you out of a daze, you turned to watch him sit beside you “fresh air feels nice”

“it's your choice to hold yourself up in that forgery for hours” pausing, you looked at him before turning back and scrunching your nose “least you could do is leave that smell in there”

he held back a small laugh “not my problem, now are you going to deliver the weapons or not, i've done my part”

sighing, you stood up and yingxing followed suit before leading you back into the forgery and handing over the weapons.

---✩

“your late”

yingxing fought the urge to roll his eyes “it's nice to see you too dan feng”

the high elder shot him a glance that landed somewhere between annoyed and somewhat relieved.

despite being the only short life species among the high cloud quintet, the furnace master was just as a part of the group as the rest - if anything, one of the most important as he was responsible for hand crafting each and every one of their weapons.

“im earlier than the rest, your too punctual for your own good” he sighed

dan feng scoffed “it’s more likely that the rest of you aren't”

yingxing wanted to comment on how it wasn't an important meetup, if anything it was a friendly hangout but unfortunately arguing with dan feng was a futile task that only got more depressing for him as he went on.

fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how he looked at it, they were still a group yingxing held dear. some of his closest companions to which he even looked up to. so even now, the silence was comfortable. the high elder was a comforting presence as despite his initial arrogance, he carried a deep seated care reserved to those he deemed important.

yingxing caught the way dan feng looked over to him occasionally, like he had something to say. eventually the silence was broken by the furnace master asking what was on dan fengs mind.

“have they realised yet?” was his response, it sounded rather uncharacteristic for the high elder.

but yingxing knew he was referring to you. ages ago he had consulted baiheng about the warm fuzzy feelings he felt around you and the foxian was practically beaming as she told him that he had a crush. although she didn't exactly know how to keep a secret and very quickly the entire quintet knew of his apparent “crush”.

baiheng was normally the one to bring it up so he never really expected dan feng to - the foxian was always very eager to be updated on the situation between the two of you. although a very prominent issue soon became apparent. you were quite dense toward the furnace master's advances.

“same as last time i'm afraid” he sighed, every single one of his advances had gone straight over your head. and every single time he reported back to baiheng who became even more puzzled about how to help him finally get round to you.

the high elder hummed “try being more direct then” out of all people, yingxing never expected to get relationship advice from dan feng. it was practically shocking. be more direct. was it really that simple?

---✩

unfortunately, being direct was more of an issue than either of them thought.

no matter how much yingxing tried to subtly hint to you, it always became lost in translation. even his more direct approaches were interpreted as friendly gestures or simple acts of kindness - he couldn't even get frustrated because a part of him thought it was cute.

every day baiheng would find yingxing sitting defeated in the forgery, his head in his hands as he tried to decipher exactly what he could've done better to finally get through to you. she'd always have to console him and convince the deflated furnace master that he could always try again.

no amount of gifts, kind words or actions that couldn't be mistaken as simple friendly gestures, could convince you. every time you found some way to see it as friendly and not a romantic advance on yingxing's part. not even the handmade trinket he made you that suspiciously matched his hairpin could convince you.

baiheng, and occasionally dan heng or jing yuan, would always tell him that he still had time - jingliu never really liked to get involved. they'd always tell him that there would be some way to get you to acknowledge his feelings. he believed them.

one day, perhaps he could build up the confidence to confess directly. to stop beating around the subject and come clean. clearly subtle advances weren't going to do the trick, but yingxing had the time to build up that confidence.

---✩

but yingxing had less time than he thought.

it was jing yuan that broke the news to you.

the grief was almost instant. a deep rooted part of yourself was convinced it was some cruel joke, an insensitive prank that he was put up to - but you knew better. the realistic, logical part of yourself was well aware of the truth but it was suppressed by the emotional side. the part of yourself that wanted to scream and curse the aeons, the arbiter, yourself, anyone that could've prevented it.

jing yuan hated to be the one to tell you. but no-one else would. he was hurting as well, having watched all his friends fall into despair, ruin and death. admittedly, he probably wasn't supposed to tell you but since he knew how close you and yingxing were, he reckoned you could be an exception.

it hurt jing yuan even more to leave you almost immediately after breaking the news to you. he could see how distraught you were but he was in no position to offer you comfort. although honestly, you preferred to be left alone.

you needed to process the passing of yingxing. well he wasn't dead, but jing yuan had told you how he was banished from the luofu - he was a short life species unlike yourself so you had to come to terms with the fact that you probably were never seeing him again. yingxing would die and you wouldn't ever see him again.

it hurt. it was as if the aeons themselves had plucked your heart from your chest and pierced it in front of you. that night, you cried. harder than you ever had in your life, clutching the handmade trinket that he made you.

---✩

it was hard to miss the news, the previous high elder returning to the luofu, stellaron hunters aboard - one or the other would lead to both being mentioned anyway. a scoff was all that left your mouth when you first heard, the previous high elder was dead. forced to reincarnate, the chances of his reincarnation willingly coming back was low.

the stellaron hunters didn't alarm you either, sure they were wanted criminals but confidence could be placed in the cloud knights and even the general himself. although it became apparent that it was the stellaron hunter you had to worry about.

yet again, it was jing yuan that told you. he was hesitant for many reasons. one reason was the fact that even though you both resided on the luofu, you barely spoke with him ever since the incident - he didn't exactly hope that your first time talking with him in ages was to tell you that yingxing’s new self was aboard the luofu, and a wanted criminal at that - and admittedly he hadn't told you the whole truth all those years ago.

another reason was that he wanted to protect you. jing yuan knew you would've heard about imbibitor lunaes return and the steallron hunters but he didn't trust blade.

he wasn't yingxing. the yingxing that constantly tried to hit on your dense self, that gifted you handmade trinkets often, that made you laugh. no. it was a stellaron hunter known as blade occupying yingxing's mara stricken body.

but you deserved to know. to at least be aware of the situation and so, begrudgingly, jing yuan informed you. what he hadn't anticipated was for you to immediately rush off in search of your supposed yingxing.

it didn't surprise you to find "him".

that wasn't yingxing, the “furnace master” that made you laugh, made you feel warm and safe. no, this was an abomination. someone who had taken the man known as yingxing and ruined him, taken him to the brink of death over and over just to come back with more scars that never healed, piling on again and again until he wasn't the same.

all that was left was bitter malice seeping into the parts that slowly ebbed away, slowly removing any semblance that could link “blade” to yingxing. would it be fair to even call him a human?

the only thing that could even link that monster to your friend was his attire. it was tattered and worn, nothing like how yingixing would've worn it - although rather admittedly his outfit was never “clean”, constantly dirtied by the consequences of forging weapons but he tried his best.

he finally noticed you, and as you locked eyes, it felt like staring into the eyes of a stranger. it was as if the mara had risen from the hands of abundance itself and ate away at the one memory left alive until nothing could be linked back. it forced it's way into his brain, stripping him of what little semblance of sanity remained upon seeing you.

the mara forced his hand, the one he desperately tried to hold back but it was as if his body was no longer his. you weren't from his memories but some part of him could recognise you.

blade knew you weren't his, you weren't even yingixing's but he longed to hold you in his arms. to be selfish and have what his previous identity couldn't.

it was a futile effort. his mara forced him to attack, in his eyes you were no longer an innocent bystander - you were a threat. to anyone else, they would say that blade held nothing but hatred behind his gaze. pure rage and despise. but to you, you could pick up on relief.

some deep rooted part of yingxing that hadn't been lost to the mara that encompassed blade recognised you. affection and longing could be found in his gaze, fighting to break through to the last conscious part of blade's brain. it was an impossible chance. so instead he hurts.

damaging the parts of you that a previous identity would've died to caress and kiss. no longer could you sit and wonder about what could've been. yingxing was gone. this man was simply a monster accumulated from the parts of him.

rest of the "series"

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[slowd1ving]

[FANTASMAS] SNIPPET ゜・BLADE NSFW

clawing the walls

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

“You’re a damn headache, you know that.”

There’s no malice in your eyes, but he can feel you slipping from his fingers; he can hear the cogs in your brain turn with certainty as you look away with resolve. He’s going to move out—Blade realises, and it’s perhaps the second time in his life that he regrets letting his heart seep through his lips with that sort of confession. Suddenly, he’s stepping forward: hand wrapping tightly around your wrist, with less-than-bruising strength. 

Fuck. The back-and-forth from earlier reminds him exactly of the position he’s in: practically caging you against the wooden frame while you’re still warm and damp from the shower. He’s lucky he wore loose trousers out—and you’re too busy glancing at him in surprise to notice him straining against them. 

“Blade—”

“Yingxing.” He’s not quite sure why he interrupts. Like a gaping wound, he’s ripped past the scab and hit tender flesh. 

He can’t define where the firm line between you and him is. 

And maybe he’s your roommate and there’s a messy boundary constructed by both parties, but there’s something pressing his lungs tight against bone.

“—Yingxing,” you taste carefully: sampling the two characters in your poisonous mouth. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

The normally-collected engineering student has abandoned his wits—gazing at you like a man half-starved. 

“Making you stay,” he murmurs. “You don’t need to move out—don’t we work well together?”

I can treat you so right. His thigh cants against your legs, and he hears you inhale sharply. Fuck. 

Bringing your wrist to his face, he presses his lips to the skin—burning, as some would say, so utterly contrasting with his colder image that it brings about an effect of cognitive dissonance. What’s so good about Dan Heng?

“You’re such a prick,” you hiss, and he feels the words pierce right through him. He is. Objectively, he knows he’s a bastard—unapologetically, wholeheartedly—but you don’t make an effort to pull away. 

“I am,” he admits in a tired, low voice. He doesn’t know if it’s the steely look in your eyes, or the firm set of your mouth—yet he thinks you’ve rooted him in place instead of the opposite. 

Why? If he gets involved with his roommate of all people, it would turn blurry boundaries into cacophonous messes—and it’s not like he wants you to leave. It would be far simpler to let you move out; slice away the relationship cleanly before his heart tightens any further. 

“Do you find it fun fucking with people like this?” 

He looks at you. Really, he does. 

Guitarist. Physics student. Capable scholar. Then there’s that—Trailblazer. 

But there’s also that. 

My roommate. 

So many concepts to consider, when that’s only surface level. He’s never had to think so hard about someone before: preferring to not know them at all. 

“Hah.” You sound incredulous. “Are you this fucking indecisive with everyone?”

“No,” he finally replies. “Just you.”

It’s then that he releases your wrist. You’ll walk away. In line with his own predictions, he already knows you’ll barge past him—perhaps knocking a book or two off his shelf. 

But, no—

“Do you ever shut up?”

—you seem to defy his expectations each time. 

His eyes flicker to your mouth, and this time you take notice. 

Kiss me with amaranthine on your lips. How fitting. 

His eyes widen as you roughly grasp the front of his shirt: creasing the smooth fabric in your fist as you yank his face forward. It’s as if you’re about to punch him square in the jaw, yet for some reason his heart pounds faster and his cheeks flush ever so slightly. Delicately, yet he is anything but that. 

“Seriously, you’re so—”

The heat consuming him is sweltering and omnipotent. One that controls his limbs like a marionette; he’s already reaching to grasp your chin with his rough hand. You’re warm: exhaling in surprise as his mouth meets yours. 

“Mmh–” Hands worn from playing chords tonight slip from the front of his shirt and slide around his nape. He can feel your fingers entangle themselves in his inky hair, and for once he closes his eyes. You taste like the sweetest poison: traces of cherry syrup and the faint spice of liqueur. 

He should’ve done this sooner. 

[yurinaa-world]

Can I request Jing Yuan and blade with an s/o with a shorter lifespan than them who they met when she was young but now she is an old lady (sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language ;-:)

Characters: Blade and Jing Yuan x Female Reader

Synopsis: fateful meeting after a lifetime has passed but he still looks the same while you don't.

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, angsty with no comfort, went very angsty with this, reader death implied at the end in Jing Yuan part.

Notes: I just wanted to say that the reason I closed my requests is because I thought it would be better to do quality over quantity since that isn't fair to myself and to everyone who wants to see my writing but just to see such crappy and rushed writing. (don't worry it will open again!)

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

The rain was heavy, making all the citizens of Loufu run back home. Even their umbrellas couldn’t stop the harsh rain from hitting them and soaking them completely, yet you stayed out under a little side foot that was more than enough to become soaked by the rain. Since beggars can’t be choosers, you just deal with what you get.

Many seasons go by. It was like yesterday you were a young woman with the need to know what the future would hold for you, but now your days are numbered and you don't have much time to be alive. Every step you take might be your last that doesn’t bother you. You have so many regrets, so you would rather get this life over with and cry about it later.

The students of the master have now all grown up and are taking care of their reborn master, the cycle repeating itself over and over again. If only you had someone like that, all those friends you had would be gone, since you were the only one out, the childish and weak mortal in the group, and there was an unknown chance if you were to be reborn—a chance but not a worthy one for someone like you.

Lost in thought, someone stood beside you—a man with long hair. You turned to your side to look at him; he wasn’t soaked at all, even though he didn’t have an umbrella. Calmly bothered by the rain, “You don’t even drop a droplet of water on you,” you laughed lightly, the dryness in your throat becoming apparent.

Over time, as you get older, you're not afraid to strike up a conversation with anyone who doesn't care about any societal standards, since it's like you were one of them. “I don't,” he replied back, his voice rough, making it sound like he didn’t want even to bother talking to you as his answer, making you confused: “Young people these days, such pep in your words.” You smiled at him, not taking anything offensive; he turned to look at you. Your eyes widened looking at you like that.

A laugh left your scratchy throat; now you remember him very clearly, along with a distant memory.

Yingxing

"Yangxing, hey, hey! Stop ignoring me!" You yell at him, trying to gain his attention while he puts on his metal sword (that he was making for you). “You brat,” you hear him say, leaving the sword in the water and walking over with a mad expression before pinching and pulling your cheek roughly. "OWW." "Do you ever stop talking, or are you going to talk your ears off?" he huffs. He clearly wasn’t mad at you; he was just playing it up. "Little brat, lucky you're cute, or I would kick you." "No way." "Don't try me, Brat; did you forget that this sword is for you?" ….

That old memory makes you laugh even though you can’t remember all of it fully, yet it seems you're the only mortal now since he looks the same, but with one difference: his hair was black now instead of white, which was a shame you liked his white hair. Did he still remember you?

“You don’t look a day old; look at me; I'm an old hag now, if you even remember me.” You chuckled at the poor memory coming back to you from your youth. “I remember you; you look different now.” "Of course, I’m just a short-lived species,” you stop to laugh before continuing, “I guess I’m the only one now.”

“You seem more alive now than you were before” is one of the few words spoken to you since you were the one speaking the most.

"The older you are, the more you realize you don’t have much time left and live your life to the fullest.”

The rain slowly came to a stop, dividing to show the sun and its glory again. As he also began to leave, you stayed to watch him go but stopped after a couple of steps. "You were as beautiful as the first time I met you,” he said blankly. Before leaving for good, you couldn’t help but let tears slip past, remembering the past.

“You little brat, don’t run."

"You're lucky; I even made you a sword.”

“I made your weapon to fit your style, so you don’t have to worry about styling."

All those memories with him made your heart ache, and everything was taken away from you—the life you used to have and the life you could’ve had—but now the only thing left to achieve in this life is death. At least then you’ll be freed. The pitiful mortal you truly are

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Lying in bed, my body felt like a tangled mess of discomfort, constantly shifting and unable to find a moment of reprieve. With each breath, you released exasperated sighs, your throat, and raspy coughs that echoed through the room. The pain in your throat, a relentless companion, combined with the knowledge that even the simplest act of speaking would render your voice grouchy and croaky

This is the reality that hangs over you like a heavy cloud, a constant reminder that your decaying flesh will give up on you at the slightest attempt to rise from this bed of discomfort. Every day, it seemed, your body grew weaker and more fragile, as if it were nothing more than a fragile vessel on the brink of shattering.

You wish there would be a better way to spend the few years or months you have to live, but you weren’t one of the Vidyadharas who were reincarnated when they died. Your fate would be unknown if you were brought back to life, but you hope there was a chance to be with someone.

The sound of someone knocking softly at the door, you cough roughly before speaking, "Come in,” you say weakly, trying to be loud enough to hear, trying to clear your throat so you don’t have to painfully cough from your dead, dried throat.

The doorknob twisted, and the door gently opened, making a small creaking sound from the old door hinges. You were too tired and in pain to even see who it was, just coughing painfully and saying, "You've seen better days.” With the old voice of a friend, Jing Yuan, and a bouquet of golden flowers that remind you of his eyes, you never thought he would visit since it was long ago that you last saw him.

“I have *cough*, but it isn’t as bad as before.” You say optimistically, smiling at him, “Your busy being in general these days; how far you have come.” You were happy with his future and the life he’s living now. “Yes, but I hoped that you would stand beside me as well.” His voice begins to sound sad at having been with you, putting down a bouquet on your bedside table covered with medicines.

“I’m human; remember, what makes you think I can stand right now anyway?" You laugh, trying to lighten his mood. He seems to be bothered more than you that life has been unkind to you and didn’t allow you both to be together. “You know what I mean? Do you ever wish that you could live as long as me?” Such sentimental words are coming from him.

"Right now, yes, but what can we do but face hard? Weren’t those words you told me whenever I was having a hard time?" You remember those words barely; they're still ingrained in your memory with him by your side.

“Jing Yuan, when I die, don’t bother crying over me; we both knew the day would come.” You say seriously since he was the last person you wanted to hurt by your death, so you would rather him be numbed by you since the days are getting near, but he kept silent, not able or wanting to say anything to you.

“If I have another chance at life, I'll find you again, so don’t be sad; don’t get your hopes up, though.”

As you close your eyes, slowly surrendering to the encompassing darkness, a profound sense of tranquility washes over you and your weary and weak soul. The weight of the world all fades away. Your heart goes silent, with no beating or breath. You’ll meet him again in another life; maybe this time you’ll be able to be Vidyadharas so you can have all the time in the world, unlike before.

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[hami-gua]

张敞画眉

This is a story loosely based off of a Chinese idion (the title of this story). The plot isn't the same, but the drawing of eyebrows still remains. There is no specific dynasty as inspiration.

Yingxing (Blade) x gn! Reader (third pov)

Warning: Chinese is used (translation provided), rushed, not proofread.

Type: Fluff, get a magnifying glass for angst

Please read to the end for credits!

Yingxing slowly sat up from the bed, careful to not wake his slumbering spouse. He slowly lowered his legs until they have touched his shoes. As he pulled his shoes on, he shivered from the loss of warmth that was the blanket and his spouse. Before he got up, Yingxing turned back to insure that his spouse is still slumbering away. More of a reassurance really, as sleep is hard earned regardless of how valued it is by society. With silent steps, he worked around the room -- getting dressed then looking through the paper windows to see if someone had gone to notify the cook to start making breakfast. Every morning is like this for Yingxing. It must be. If the cook was running behind, then he himself would go and make breakfast. He'd be damned if he let his spouse starve.

When the peak of sun began to rise, Yingxing headed towards the bed with a heating bowl. Quietly and gently, he drew back the curtains that fully framed the bed as he sat there. Then with a warm hand, he reached out and gently shook his spouse awake. After a little bit of shuffling, his spouse finally sat up, rubbing their eyes. Yingxing's hand enclosed their raised arm, and gently tugged them closer to him. With a little help, his spouse sat on the edge of the bed, holding the heading bowl as Yingxing helped them with their shoes.

"Yingxing. I can do it myself," they said tiredly.

"I know, but it may be a long time until I can see you again," he states with a frown.

His spouse laughs, "You act like you're going to depart far west. We have time in the afternoon and evening."

Yingxing pouts, "But it's still not enough. I wish I didn't have to work as an official."

This gets his spouse to giggle more, "星星，你若不做的话，父亲可是会生气的。" [Xingxing, if you don't work, then father will get angry with you.]

He sighs with a smile, "You're right. He's probably going to think I've left you to fend for yourself. You've got yourself four parents."

"You're the one to talk. You also got yourself four parents," his spouse retorts.

The two look at each other with a large grin on their faces. After finishing tying the strings, Yingxing helps his spouse up as they make their way towards their wardrobe. He helped them with their sleeves, crossing the collars, tying it together, and helping them wrap the skirt around themselves. With that done, he sat them down in front of their vanity. Their hair was done, and the last but most daunting to his spouse: make-up.

"Look towards me."

Without a complaint, his spouse did as he said. Looking right at him. With stick in hand, he skillfully drew and filled in their eyebrows -- taking care to not hurt them by pressing on the scar to hard.

"I was scared that day," Yingxing spoke, voice shaking, "I hadn't realized that I was being targeted. I wasn't careful. And then someone made an attempt on your life."

A hand reached up and encased Yingxing's hand.

"I was scared too. It scarred me physically. My eyebrow became one of my biggest insecurities. But you helped me through it Yingxing. Every time I struggled to draw it, you always drew it for me. 过去的事已经早过去了。咱俩幸运，没丢命。我也没怪你。所以别再内疚了啊？" [Things that already happened have already happened. We're lucky, we didn't lose our lives. I don't blame you either. So don't feel guilty okay? ]

Yingxing placed a hand over theirs, "I won't."

Things have been roughly the same for the past few days. Up until one day, when he entered the palace only to hear hurried hush whispers from those around him. That left him confused. Until he saw some whispering and pointing at him. Yet when their gaze caught his, they quickly turned the other way. Odd. He thought. As he approached the throne room, Yingxing racked his brain for things he could have done wrong. But none came to his mind. Surely he didn't drink too much. He can't afford to. And he couldn't have assaulted someone, for once again, he couldn't afford to. If he had done one bad thing, then his spouse would have to suffer with him -- if not more. And that he cannot allow.

When he got there, the whispering were nigh impossible to avoid now. Every now and then, he can hear his name slip from one of their mouths. Now, Yingxing is further confused. Did he really do something bad? His eyes scanned the room for a more welcomed, familiar face. Then finally, his eyes sets on familiar teal green hues. Quickly, he makes his way towards the figure.

"Dan Feng," he called out.

Dan Feng's gaze darts up and looks straight at an approaching Yingxing.

"Yes?"

"Do you know what's happening? Why are there so much whispering? And why are they looking at me?"

Dan Feng looks at Yingxing and then shakes his head, "I don't know the answer to that either."

Yet just as Yingxing was going to question Dan Feng further, someone shouts that the emperor is about to arrive. Everyone scrambled to their places, bowing upon the emperor's arrival. And after he sat down, did the rest of the ministry sit down. All remained relatively silent with ministers throwing each other glances.

"Yingxing."

He perked up at the call of his name and automatically stood up then bowed, "Yes, your majesty?"

"Stand in front of me."

Yingxing did as he was told, staying bowed before the throne.

"Take a seat."

And he did just that. Yet his mind was reeling. He didn't know what he could have done wrong.

"I was told of your treatment towards your spouse."

That done it. Yingxing's head shot up looking at the emperor with wide eyes.

"What does your majesty mean?"

"Tell me. How do you treat your spouse?"

And so, with a very detailed description, Yingxing accounted how he usually went about his day. Then, when he was done, all fell into silence once more. That made Yingxing sink a little. I must have spoken too much. He thought.

"You said you drew her eyebrows for her yourself."

"Yes. Your majesty."

The emperor only hummed in response. After a period more of silence, the emperor finally spoke up once more, "A true gentleman indeed. Your spouse is lucky to have you."

"I'd like to think it the other way around, your majesty," but he automatically shut up and looked towards the floor, wanting to sink into it.

The emperor laughed, snapping Yingxing out of his trance.

"Yes yes indeed! Stand witness to what Yingxing described today. I expect all of you to be this way towards your spouses!" The emperor paused and thought for a minute before beckoning a eunich, "Send someone to the doctors. Have them work on an ointment to soothe the skin. Then lead Yingxing there."

The eunich bowed before quickly taking off. Yingxing couldn't believe what he is hearing. Him? A role model? An ointment?

"I'm feeling rather joyous. Today's meeting shall end here," the emperor stated as he left laughing. The ministry bowed as he went.

After getting his ointment, Yingxing went straight to the only person he knows he can talk to. He just has to hope that his dear friend isn't training. And to his luck it seems, he isn't.

"Jing Yuan!"

The said man stops and turns towards the voice, seeing Yingxing quickly walking towards him.

"Yo. How's it feel knowing that the emperor is pleased with the way you treat your spouse?"

"Oh shut it will you?" Yingxing said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry sorry."

Yingxing only rolled his eyes at that, "I thought I was going to die."

"I highly doubt it given how attached you are to your spouse."

"Jing Yuan!"

"Okay okay! I'm sorry!"

By the time Yingxing got back to his manor, he finds his spouse embroidering while finches played in front of them. Right after he cleared his throat, his spouse's head shot up.

"Are you okay?" was the first thing they asked him. He nodded slowly. Seeing how tired Yingxing is, his spouse took him by the sleeve and dragged him inside and then sent maids to fetch dinner.

"Here, for you," he said as he held up the package.

"What's this?"

"The emperor heard about me, and your condition," he rubbed his neck, face flushing red, "And then he gifted me this to give to you. It's grades higher than what we have."

"That much is obvious," his spouse paused, "Thank you, Yingxing."

He smiled. Knocking came from beyond the door as maids enter, bringing in trays full of food. The smell of each wafting into the air, filling the room. Yingxing's stomach rumbled, prompting his spouse to giggle. He looked down at the table embarrassed.

But upon lifting his gaze, he sees more than usual. He looked towards his spouse, eyebrows raised.

"I thought you might be really hungry after returning more tired than usual."

“多谢了，亲爱的。” [Thank you, my beloved.]

Yingxing gave his spouse a shy smile before sitting down with them and digging in, chatting the rest of the night away.

I don't know if I should start adding word counts for the actual story. I don't think people care much about it. But that's just my opinion.

Credits:

Frill banner: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Time skip banner: targaryen-dynasty

[everlastiingiimmortals]

it's uncommon for baiheng to be so grievously injured in combat, as she's usually more cautious and capable of avoiding more painful strikes. however, today has been unkind to the foxian, and she now rests somewhat comfortably in her close friend's arms as they vacate the battlefield. victory came at the cost of her safety for a brief moment, and she now paid the price in full. the terror of nearly witnessing jing yuan get hurt even worse than herself, though, still grips her without mercy, and she's just glad she was able to knock him out of harm's way in time to spare him from the impact. her ears remain flattened against her skull as she hides against his arm. the initial reassurance of her being ' fine ' melts away as she trembles, desperately attempting to ground such reality into her own mind— she's okay. he's okay, too. the searing pain and the bloodied bandages that now wrap around her abdomen be damned, she made sure they were both alive, at the very least; that's all that truly matters to her. ( from @cloudskiff. <3 )

Unprompted. Always accepting! | cloudskiff

The stench of blood drowns out any other sensation as Jing Yuan staggers up the hill, grass slick and soaked with red and black gore alike. Once it hits the ground, blood spilled is blood spilled, regardless of the difference in origin, and regardless of whomever it once belonged to it makes the soil soft and slippery; his boots sink into the saturated dirt with every step and leave him struggling to maintain his balance.

Baiheng is not the only one injured; this battle was a particularly hard one, and Jing Yuan doesn't dare to look behind them to see the comrades they have to leave behind. Some are lucky, and can still be identified.

Many others are less so.

He hadn't seen the intervention until after he'd gotten thrown onto the ground; the claws intended to disembowel him tore through his leg instead... and Baiheng. He'd had no time to think, only act: a quick swing of his glaive, a twist, and then -- crunch -- the severed head of the borisin warrior was pierced clean through the skull, cleaving its brain in half to prevent, Arbiter forbid, any possible revival made by the borisin's neck stitching itself back together.

The fact that they were lucky to both still be alive is a sobering one. It's a further miracle that Baiheng's injuries hadn't been worse than they are. Thanks to her lineage, the bleeding had already begun to slow by the time the medics got to the field-- but the same couldn't be said of Jing Yuan's leg. He'd insisted that she be treated first, and that he be the one to carry her back. It was his fault she'd gotten hurt, after all. None of his subordinates dared to argue.

"Yingxing's gonna lose it when he sees the state we're in," he gasps, but the attempt at a joke is feeble at best, his voice wavering as much as Baiheng trembles in his arms. The sight of the blood that mats her hair, cakes her singed and tangled fur, and stains her clothes and bandages, brings the acrid taste of bile to the back of his throat, choking him in tandem with the scent of copper filling his nose. The next step forces his leg to buckle; it takes all his remaining energy to not collapse then and there and risk harming Baiheng further.

"Lieutenant--"

"I'll manage," he bites out, fixing his gaze firmly on the tent slowly coming into view just beyond the crest of the hill. Sticky, wet, crimson warmth seeps down his leg anew and darkens his already red trousers as black as the borisin blood clinging to the rest of his frame. The pain dulled by battle floods into his body without warning as the adrenaline drains away, taking the Lupitoxin antivenom with it. Agony lances up his leg with every step and he begins to tremble as violently as Baiheng, suffocating on the fear that roils around him, spurred by the mist of black that still drenches the field. He'd almost died. Baiheng had almost died. So many of their comrades had died. It could have been her. It could have been him. It could have--

"--J-just hang in there," his throat closes in on itself, forcing the words out in nothing but a hoarse whisper. Is he reassuring her, or himself? "We-- we're almost there. We'll be.. we'll be s-safe. I've got you, jie."

I've got you. I won't let you get hurt because of me again.

[theblueskyofthedawn]

Prompt: vintage (with the meaning "taking something of the past to repurpose in present").

You know that the best stories never come up if you ask. Grown-ups get super frowny, or sad, or think you are up to something (you're not, you just like these stories!) and going to end as your predecessor, which, just, no! …or maybe yes, you have not decided yet, but if he grew up like you do now, you are starting to understand. Especially since you have to go to the eldest of them to hear, now – that generation is due to reincarnation these days, and not that many survived in the first place.

Still, stories about High-Cloud Quintet are the best! You just have to be sneaky about it.

Like right now.

– Love, you say? – Healer Lian chuckles, her eyes brightening up a little. She’s in a usual hurry of a check-up before returning to the sea – but your question lets her to pause a bit. – Oh, I never pursued it. It’s hard to find a worthy one, you know?

You think about Banxia’s story and nod. You wouldn’t want to get the short stick like her.

– But, – she continues, – I always admired your predecessor’s marriage.

His what.

– He was married?! – you exclaim, flabbergasted. – Why have I never heard of it?

– Ah, – now she looks ashamed, – it’s because his husband was short-lived. A classical setup for a tragedy! But they made it look effortless.

She sighs, dreamy:

– Master Yingxing – yes, that Master Yingxing – often sent gifts to His Highness, even in the middle of the war. An odd cycrane bringing snacks, a mechanical assistant bringing an ornament, a messenger additionally passing on a flower… Oh, which reminds me!

Healer Lian shakes her head, remembering, and then shows you a hand seal:

– This, – your hands tingle as her cloudhymn washes over you, – was His Highness’ invention for healing scraps and other small injuries long-lived species often overlook. You and me, – she laughs, – might not ever need it, but it’s an Aeonsend when working with Outworlders.

Her eyes crinkle:

– I was really lucky to share a healer tent with His Highness in one of the battles, so I saw its work first-hand, in practice…and that he was kind enough to teach me after.

She looks at you, and her smile gets even wider:

– You will be a great High Elder yourself, my Lady. You are worthy of his legacy.

You incline your head, unsure what to say to that. Isn’t this a dangerous thought?

– Don’t mind this old hag’s ramblings too much, – Healer Lian laughs again and taps your hand. – Better I teach this seal properly now, hm?

You nod, and decide that she has a point. It will be…your little secret.

[iiryoku]

@yueiyun ❛ people fall in and out of love all the time, don’t they? i wonder how they manage it. ❜ After all, Dan Feng only ever fell the once.

Yingxing paused, what he was about to write down in his notebook before he rolled back over, onto his back, so he could tilt his head towards the man, who he had willingly given his heart to long ago. It was the norm for him, to keep a notebook nearby, in case some ideas popped up. The fact that they were laying naked in their bed, enjoying the sun that tickled in through the nearby window, was another thing entirely.

A tender smile spread over fair lips of the weaponsmith as he easily understood, what Dan Feng meant with those last words, after all, he felt the same. He really couldn't ever imagine himself with someone else, who wasn't the male near him, not even if he was a long-life specie.

Reaching over, he caressed a warm cheek, while purple depths formed into the hint of half-moons due to the tender emotions that awoke. Moving a little, Yingxing leaned down, to connect their lips in a kiss that mirrored the feelings within.

❝ I wonder that too.. Though, I think it's because not everyone is as lucky as me, ❞

the words were spoken against the addicting softness, resulting Yingxing's breaths to grace the surface as a smile spread over fair features. What the weaponsmith meant, was of course that he was the luckiest man alive to have a treasure such as Dan Feng, who Yingxing fell more and more in love with, each and every day.

[malumae]

If this wasn't something gifted to him by Baiheng, Yingxing would already be covered wet due to Dan Feng's cloudhymn. Lucky guy. "Send your complains to Beiheng, for she was the one behind the choice." His tail finally moves when he's teased for something he doesn't even know yet, wrapping around Yingxing's arm and tugging him downwards and forward. "Now be a good boy and do not resist."

@roaringdr4gon

" i am always good! " yingxing protests but does not resist when being pulled down. it'd be a bad idea to start a squabble with dan feng, that much he knows, so he laughs it off and hands the book back to the high elder before flicking his chest lightly. " you're so stubborn. what does it matter if i have a look, i thought lovers kept no secrets, hm? "

[draconicfool]

anonymous asked: "Momma!!!" A little girl with flowers in her dark hair runs up to Eros, bouncing on her heels with excitement. "Look what Papa helped me make for you!" She presents a leather necklace with a clumsily hammered silver pendant in the shape of a heart.

"Yeah, pumpkin?" Oh, how immediately he scoops her up when she comes over, his tail wagging as he looks over the necklace that's been made. His heart could practically burst, really. Those gentle fingers taking the little gift he's been given and looking it over. "Oh, sweet girl, this is gorgeous~. Y'er Papa helped ya with it, huh~? I think y'er gettin' so very good at this~. Maybe when y'er bigger he'll let ya help out in th' forge~."

He rocks the small girl as he spins in an almost dance like motion. Kissing her forehead as he glances towards the backyard where Yingxing's forge is. "Y'made this jus' f'er me~? 'm so honored, sweet girl~." And there are more kisses pressed to her sweet face. How gorgeous, he thinks, that they could have something so sweet and simple despite everything. That they could have a family like this. How lucky he is. "Let's go see if we c'n drag him back inside, hm~?"

future children || accepting

[partum-memoriae-muses]

Name: Xiang

Series: Honkai Star Rail

Faceclaim: Kuya from Nu Carnival / Blavat Star from Black Butler / and Antoine De Sade from The Case Study of Vanitas

Age: 30 (physical appearance)

Height: 6'0"

Birthday: Unknown

Birthplace: Xianzhou Yaoqing

Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Foxian

Occupation: Merchant of otherwordly artifacts. Selling counterfeit priceless artifacts.

Sibling(s): Baiheng (deceased)

Element: Quantum

Path: The Hunt (canonically) Nihility (gameplay)

Bio:

Born to scholars, Xiang is the older brother of legendary ace pilot, Baiheng. While his sister took the pledge of The Nameless and follow the long gone Akivili, it was Xiang who still chose the path of The Hunt and became a middle-rank Cloud Knight for the sake of duty and a desire to protect his younger sister from a distance. Even if she was far more skilled than him as a soldier.

He too would witness the horror of war as his sister did, yet the friends he made would die or become Mara-Struck in the battle. Yet Xiang did not befriend anyone within the High Cloud Quintet, for his rank and once quiet nature made meeting them impossible. Though he was lucky to view General Jing Yuan once, from afar during a rally of troops.

Yet this desire to fight alongside his sister and strive for a greater offer in the world came crashing down when his sister died to save her friends and him during a battle against the Abundance. They won that battle, but at what cost when all that remained of her to be sent on her Starskiff was a lock of her hair?

Xiang fell into a depression, resigning as a Cloud Knight and isolating himself. The only time he stepped out of isolation was when rumor came of Dan Feng attempting to resurrect his sister. He too would approach Dan Feng and offer his services if it meant bringing his precious family back, maybe believing that his world could go back to normal.

As many know, this plan ended in complete failure. Dan Feng arrested and forced to rebirth himself, Yingxing was banished, Jingliu became Mara-struck and only Jing Yuan remained seemingly in-tact. Xiang? He was physically unharmed by the process and tampering even from afar scrambled his mind and corrupted the quiet and desperate Xiang into the manipulative peddler he is today.

Unsure of what to do anymore with his life, he merely watched days go by in his hospital room in the Alchemy Commission. During those days, he watched as people bought from shops. His mind began to twist and wonder to himself, if he had enough credits then could he simply purchase something out there as another means to resurrect his sister? He knows it's against the valued of The Hunt, the Aeon he worships, but he's a twisted and broken man who doesn't care anymore.

Yet this spark and motivation disappeared as he grew a love for money. Greed overtook that was once grief, and so he remains now as a man beyond different from the Cloud Knight he once was.

When the Xianzhou receives visitors from afar, Xiang studies everything about that world to learn how to create perfect counterfeits to sell on the market. Many believe him to be a charismatic and kind salesman, but the reality is that he's a manipulative Foxian man who will sell junk for credits.

This isn't to say he's forgotten his abilities as a Cloud Knight either. Xiang in a gameplay perspective is a Nihility path using Quantum. His abilities is to sell "legitimate wares" to the enemy that gives them a debuff of speed, attack or defense. The player would choose which debuff based off of the stat build one builds for Xiang, building in defense would cause Xiang to heavily debuff enemy defense, etc.

His ultimate ability is "Once in a lifetime offer." In which Xiang mimics the three-arrow technique his sister once masterfully did to deal massive damage and debuffs of all three to the enemy.

As it's clear from his ultimate, his main weapon is using a bow where his basic attack is to shoot a singular arrow of quantum damage.

[yokoshizu]

Blade in the Dragon's Embrace — Chapter 3: Avoidance

Hello! So, I have posted the third chapter of "Blade in the Dragon's Embrace" — "Avoidance" on AO3.

I want to invite you to delve deeper into Blade's feelings and thoughts. The chapter can be quite painful, and it has some warnings, so please read the tags before reading!

As is tradition, I am immediately sharing a small excerpt.

By tradition, I immediately post a small piece of text.

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«You’re so bony after all... So much that one needs a pillow,» the blacksmith noted, deliberately dissatisfied and sullen. It turned out to be inexpressibly difficult not to laugh, but he absolutely needed to hear the vidyadhara's answer.

«Well, excuse me, oh sophisticated sir! Next time, I'll be sure to bring a feather bed, otherwise I couldn't please you!» The High Elder burst out indignantly.

This is exactly what he was trying to achieve. Laughter could be unleashed now.

Yingxing was demandingly but gently pulled by the ear.

«You know, I don't think my past incarnations allowed anyone to lie on their knees!» The embarrassed vidyadhara proudly lifted his chin. «So you, one might say, are the first and last such lucky person!»

The laughter became even more sonorous and sincere. He, a mere mortal craftsman, is lying on the knees of such an important person — one can't even imagine such a thing on purpose! Yingxing was having so much fun that he grabbed his stomach with one hand and closed his eyes with the other. The High Elder crossed his arms over the chest and closed his eyes, waiting for his interlocutor to regain the composure.

Yet, Dan Feng couldn't help but smile as he looked at him.

«Sorry-sorry!» It was finally heard much more restrained. «Really! You're just so funny sometimes. I can’t deny myself the pleasure...»

The vidyadhara's gaze filled with warmth. He began to leisurely run his hand through the gray hair.

«I rejoice so much when I hear your laughter and see your smile... It brings me true happiness,» the words were full of tenderness. The voice that spoke them sounded affectionate, like a warm sea breeze.

Yingxing lifted himself and sat on the ground. He turned to Dan Feng and gently touched his cheek. The man slowly approached his lover's lips and whispered softly, blowing his warm breath over them:

«I’m like that only with you.» _______________________________________________

P.S. I'm exhausted from spending the night translating, but nevertheless, I'm going to post one more chapter today.