#yuanwu x reader

[aventurineswife]

Hello 👋, I just had to the cutest idea for the wuwa men, what if the reader has a puppy and it absolutely adores the wuwa men, will literally go crazy because it's so happy to see him.

A Little Storm of Energy

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Xiangli Yao x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Affection, Animal Companion, Slow Burn (for some moments).

Warnings: Mild references to past trauma (Jiyan's part), Subtle Mentions of emotional conflict (Xiangli's and Jiyan's part).

The sound of hurried paws against the floor echoed through the halls as you barely had time to react before your puppy launched itself toward Xiangli with an excited yip. The moment it saw him, its tail wagged so fiercely that its entire body wiggled along with it.

Xiangli barely had a second to brace himself before the enthusiastic ball of energy jumped up against his leg, pawing at his coat as if trying to climb up to him. He blinked in surprise, adjusting his glasses as he crouched down, allowing the puppy to reach his hands.

"Ah, you're quite the energetic one," he mused, his normally composed voice holding a faint trace of amusement. His fingers gently scratched behind the puppy's ears, earning a delighted whine as it eagerly leaned into his touch.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight—your reserved, intellectual partner being absolutely adored by a tiny creature who seemed to think he was the greatest person in existence. "I think it’s safe to say you've gained a new fan," you teased.

Xiangli let out a small chuckle, his fingers running absently through the puppy’s fur. "It’s rather unexpected," he admitted, watching as the little creature happily rolled onto its back for belly rubs. "I don’t think I’ve ever had such an enthusiastic greeting before."

The puppy squirmed and wiggled, making delighted noises every time Xiangli's hand moved. You swore it was grinning. "Maybe it can sense your kindness," you suggested, watching how gently he interacted with it.

He hummed thoughtfully, then glanced at you with a soft smile. "If only all discoveries were this straightforward," he remarked, his eyes reflecting quiet amusement. "It seems like your puppy has already reached a definitive conclusion about me."

You grinned. "And what's that?"

"That I am someone worth trusting," he said simply, as the puppy happily licked his hand.

And really, who were you to argue?

You barely had time to react before your puppy spotted Jiyan and absolutely lost all sense of restraint. A flurry of paws and excited barking later, it was already launching itself toward him with all the force its little body could muster.

Jiyan, ever composed, merely raised an eyebrow as the puppy skidded to a stop in front of him, practically vibrating with excitement. He crouched slightly, tilting his head as if assessing the tiny creature bouncing at his feet.

"It seems... excited," he observed dryly.

"Excited is an understatement," you laughed, watching as the puppy pawed at his boots, yipping in sheer delight. "I think it’s trying to say it loves you."

Jiyan let out a quiet breath—something between a sigh and a chuckle—before finally relenting and extending his hand. The moment his fingers brushed the puppy's fur, it let out an ecstatic noise and immediately flopped over, exposing its belly in total surrender.

A soft, almost imperceptible smile crossed Jiyan’s face as he ran his fingers over its soft fur. "You're an odd little thing," he murmured, though there was no real bite to his words. The puppy, clearly unfazed by his serious demeanor, squirmed in delight, tail wagging so hard that it thumped against his leg.

You smirked. "I think you've just been adopted."

Jiyan cast you a glance, his eyes calm yet warm. "I suppose I should feel honored," he said, lightly scratching the puppy's belly.

"Of course," you grinned. "Not just anyone gets the puppy’s ultimate seal of approval."

He let out a soft chuckle, shifting to pick up the puppy and hold it up slightly. The little creature merely wagged its tail harder, licking at his chin before nuzzling against him. Jiyan exhaled, a quiet surrender to the affection.

"...It seems I have little choice in the matter," he admitted, and you couldn't help but think that, perhaps, the fearsome General had just found his tiniest and most devoted soldier.

It all happened in the blink of an eye—one second, your puppy was beside you, and the next, it had spotted Yuanwu and was off like a shot, yipping with uncontainable joy.

You barely had time to call out before it reached him, practically bouncing on its paws in excitement. Yuanwu, ever the composed gentleman, paused in his movements, looking down at the excitable little creature with a raised brow.

"Well now," he murmured, amused, as the puppy happily pawed at his leg. "A little storm of energy, aren’t you?"

You jogged up, out of breath. "Sorry, I don’t know why, but it’s absolutely obsessed with you."

Yuanwu merely smiled, crouching down to properly greet his unexpected admirer. The moment his large hands reached out, the puppy practically melted under his touch, rolling onto its back and squirming as if it had just discovered heaven.

You watched in amazement. "I’ve never seen it react like this before."

Yuanwu chuckled, his deep voice gentle as he continued scratching the puppy’s belly. "Animals have a way of sensing intent," he said simply. "Perhaps it knows I mean no harm."

The puppy yipped, licking at his hand before nuzzling into his touch. Yuanwu let out a soft hum of amusement, his blue-crystal-marked fingers moving with practiced care, as if soothing an old friend rather than a creature he had just met.

"I think you might be its new favorite person," you teased.

Yuanwu tilted his head, considering, before offering a warm smile. "An honor I do not take lightly," he said, eyes crinkling at the corners. He gave one last fond pat to the puppy’s head before standing. The little creature whined in protest, pawing at his coat as if pleading for more.

With a good-natured chuckle, Yuanwu glanced at you. "It seems I have a very persistent admirer," he mused.

You grinned. "Guess that means you’ll just have to visit more often."

He chuckled, glancing down at the puppy, which was still looking up at him with absolute adoration. "It would seem so," he agreed.

And as the puppy let out one last happy bark, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, Yuanwu had found himself a new little apprentice in the ways of patience and kindness.

[alwayscorvus]

Waking up from nightmares - Wuthering Waves Characters

Waking up from nightmares - WuWa Characters

malereader x Jiyan/Calcharo/Mortefi/Yuanwu/YangYang/Baizhi (separated), fluff, scenarios;

mxm or mxg; they can be a little out of character;

Yuanwu

You saw it again. Your partner slipping away, on the ground, in your arms. Just because you arrived too late to rescue him.

You couldn't get over it. Your heart started beating like crazy. Tears came to your eyes. And seconds later you woke up. With a headache that was killing you.

You growled angrily at yourself. Again you let yourself be swept away by those awful illusions.

You looked around, but in the darkness you couldn't see what you were looking for. Nor could you sense it. Unsatisfied, you moved closer to other side of a bed. Fortunately, this helped you reach your partner.

You hugged him gently around his waist and he instinctively woke up by that.

When it came to him that you were not an assassin, only his fiancé, he just murmured questioningly.

-I'm sorry - you replied with slight guilt - Bad dream

-I didn't know that boys your age still have nightmares - he said teasingly.

At which you pinched him with a scowling face.

-Oi oi I was just joking - he assured while snorting lightly, really amused by your behavior.

-This old jokes are not really funny

-Maybe for you - he replied trying to light the mood.

After a while, however, he turned towards you and returned the hug.

-Are you all right? - he asked this time with clear concern in his voice.

-Yes, because I am here with you now

Jiyan

At first second you were running through the middle of a battle, escaping from monsters.

And at the next one you were snatching your upper body from a bedsheets scattered all over your tent.

Your eyes were wide open and your mouth gaped.

You don't know how long it took. Seconds, minutes or maybe more.

Eventually, however, you came back to reality. You calmed your breathing and looked around, recalling where you actually were. Still at least a couple of kilometers away from a battlefield.

You threw something over your uncovered shoulders and blindly walked out of a tent.

A small campfire and glow of stars allowed you to see more than just a tip of your own nose. You were deeply grateful for that.

A few steps away, just under a large tree, Jiyan seated himself. As you thought, he had taken over the watch over this part of a camp.

Even though it should be done by someone lower in rank, Jiyan still felt this strange sense of responsibility inside him. A need to be sure that all his comrades were safe.

You used to try to talk him out of it, but over time you got used to it. And at this exact moment you needed something other than an argument.

With a sleepy steps you walked through the separating distance and took place right next to him.

Beaten, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your tired eyes.

-Bad dream? -he asked just for affirmation.

And you murmured with a nod, snuggling your head more into his body. Trying to find a perfect position and insisting on getting those few more precious minutes of sleep.

Jiyan understood well what you were facing. He himself had experienced it many times. Nightmares only escalated the more you approached your next battle. Memories kept coming back and phantoms of your lost comrades haunted you after nights.

Yet he also knew that there was no way to deal with it.

So he took your hand in his and began to knead it gently. He didn't want to express his feelings too much in public, but at the same time he wanted to reassure you about his presence. Hoping that his support would allow you to relax and drift off. While he kept protecting you both.

Mortefi

-[M/N]! [M/N]! -irritated Mortefi slapped your arm several times. Stubbornly trying to get out of your embrace. He didn't know about what terrible thing you were dreaming, but whatever it was, it made you squeeze him with an unhuman strength. Almost crushing his fragile body.

-[M/N]!

Your heart beat faster.

Suddenly you opened your eyes. Your grip only tightening.

-Mortefi? -you asked hesitantly. Wanting to make sure of his nearness.

-It won't be for long, if some fool doesn't stop suffocating me! - Mortefi hissed with a fake anger in his voice.

And without warning, he flashed with colors of his scales. Thanks for that, even in the darkness, you could see his sulky face for a split second.

-Oh… sorry.

Still not fully awake, though rather sad, you loosened your grip. Mortefi immediately crawled out of your arms and moved to a sitting position.

However, hearing your voice, his heart melted. Real Mortefi instantly returned.

-Can- can I do something for you? -he asked unsurely, angry at himself over how he had jumped on you.

For a moment, he just really felt close to getting broken ribs.

-Oh, no baby no -you assured- Nothing really, don't worry -you suddenly raised yourself on your elbows- Are you alright? Did I hurt you?

Mortefi rapidly shook his head. However, he quickly remembered that with the light off you couldn't see it.

Not wanting to bring up the subject again, he reached out his hands in your direction.

At first contact, his fingers gently brushed your neck. Slowly he moved his hands higher. Stopping on your cheeks. He squeezed them tighter, pulling your head in his direction and laying it on his stomach.

-Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you - you asked slightly heartbroken. At that, Mortefi could almost picture you with imaginary flopped ears.

-Then I'll wake you up again- he assured, quite embarrassed.

-What did you dream about? - he changed the topic.

You just frowned and mumbled, not really wanting to return to that.

-Do you want me to sing for you? - he bit his lip unsurely, recalling situations from the past.

You rapidly nodded your head, and Mortefi laughed lightly at the sensation of your tickling hair.

He grabbed your strands and began to gently play with them. Massaging your head in the process. After a long moment, he began humming a lullaby from his childhood.

Calcharo

You jumped off the bed with a silent scream. Looking straight ahead, you were inhaling air with a greedy gasps. While thick drops of sweat ran down your face, chest was dropping and rising like crazy.

You involuntarily slid your hand out to your right side, in search of help. Instead of the expected warmth of your partner's body, you appeared to come into a contact with the cooling bedsheets.

You rushed with your eyes to the other half of a bed.

Calcharo was nowhere to be seen.

Though still in shock, you made your way to the hallway.

A dim light came from a small kitchen, so you followed its path.

When you crossed a doorway of room, your partner came into a view.

Calcharo was standing backwards. In his hand he was holding a cup with an unidentified drink.

-Care to join me?

He turned towards you. As if completely unfazed by your presence. Even though it happened to you for the first time.

Still hot and overwhelmed with emotion, you looked at him more closely. Despite your distraction, you couldn't help but notice a slightly torn white T-shirt. Signs of overclocking.

-What-… what's that? - you asked hesitantly while slowly stabilizing your breathing.

Man spun around once again. Though this time sideways, to the close stove. He pulled a new cup from a cabinet and turned his attention to a pot from which steam was still floating.

He moved as smoothly as if things that he had just experienced were completely normal for him.

-One of my clients said that hot milk helps. Not that I believe him. But we are wasted anyway.

Baizhi

You were awakened from your nightmare by a gentle shaking. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your eyelids tighter. Trying to banish a sight of fallen comrades from your mind.

-[M/N]? -someone squeezed your shoulder harder.

You pulled yourself up on a bed. Sliding your hand out of a pair of delicate palms. You opened your eyes blinking several times. You could feel something wet slide off your forehead. A cold compress.

-You started to sweat a lot and tremble as well - someone explained monotonously and quietly.

You turned towards direction of that voice. Sight of your girlfriend came into a view. Light of a candle placed on your bedside table was falling on her body dressed-up in your white shirt.

Baizhi looked like she hadn't slept for a fairly long time.

-At first I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or an illness. But after a long analysis, I came to the conclusion that it was just a bad dream.

You looked at her confused and at the same time slightly offended.

-Just?

Baizhi looked down at her hands, avoiding eye contact. She bit her cheek gently.

You were already about to say something when she got up from her knees and, almost jumping off the bed, ran to the cabinet.

-Herbal tea made with flowers from Taoyuan Vale. It is supposed to help with sleep - she straightened her hands, moving cup closer to you. By doing so, she bowed in traditional way, with expectation of you accepting her gift.

Drink definitely left a bitter aftertaste, but at the same time it strangely calmed you down.

-Thank you, Baizhi - you replied with genuine gratitude. Corners of her mouth gently lifted upward. Not to mention a slight blush on her cheeks.

Yangyang

Frightened, you rose quickly from a bed. Panting heavily. In your head you still saw that chase. Or rather, an escape. In this dream, you were the prey.

You quickly pulled yourself together. You wanted to go right back to sleep, just to avoid waking up your girlfriend.

However, when you were about to rest your back against the mattress once again, something prevented you from doing so. And it wasn't that suspiciously lit bedside lamp. Something was stubbornly squeezing your hand.

You looked to the side. Your girlfriend was kneeling by your bed. Waves of her black hair splashed across your duvet, right next to your body.

-Yangyang? -you asked softly. Girl, however, didn't respond.

You dipped your free hand into her hair and gently stroked her strands. Trying not to get tangled in them, and in the same time awaken your partner. Slowly you repeated her name louder and louder until she finally woke up.

-[M/N]!

She immediately got off the floor and threw herself around your neck, squeezing as hard as she could.

-I was so scared! -she spoke in a shaky voice- I tried so hard to wake you up, but- but I couldn't! And you-. you just…-

Words caught in her throat, she couldn't finish. She began to swallow air and tears greedily.

Worried, you squeezed her torso, pushing her back by a short distance.

-Hey, babe. I'm completely fine, you have nothing to worry about -you assured, stroking her cheek in a calming manner.

You quickly forgot about your nightmare when all your attention got preoccupied with taking care of one tiny soul.

[flareovium]

I’m really curious as to see what that yuanwu fic you had in mind was, if you’re currently taking requests I’d love to see it

thanks!

Starstruck.

Yuanwu x Childhood friend! reader (gn)

Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, implied marriage.

i just got around to this, sorry i've been packed with a lot of irl stuff recently TwT this might be a bit bad because i'm a little rusty

It was hard to believe the man waking up next to you each day was once the same boy with kind eyes that dreamed of becoming a fearless fighter one day.

It seemed like it was almost yesterday when the two of you were so young; So little with big dreams. Yuanwu, once a young boy who would always talk about his dreams of becoming a fighter with the brightest starry eyes one could imagine.

You remembered how the two of you could sit next to each other for hours with no end, listening to each other talk about your dreams.

Yuanwu always had that fighting spirit in him, which you admired. He was quite the firecracker in his younger days, full of energy with eyes shining with hope towards the world.

"I'll train hard and protect Jinzhou one day. I'll protect you too, [name], so you shouldn't be scared of anything!"

That promise still echoes in your mind from time to time, especially whenever you watch him assist someone in their training at his gym.

It was a promise that he never forgot either, even more evident ever since the awakening of his resonator abilities. Sure, you can also defend yourself now that you're not a kid, but a true gentleman would never make his beloved fight on their own.

"And just what are you thinking about, hm?"

Yuanwu's thoughts pulled you out of your trip down memory lane. You feel his hand gently grasp yours, thumb running over the ring on your finger in little, comforting circles; A habit of his that you'd noticed over time.

Yuanwu flashes you a smile, "You seemed pretty spaced out. Care to share your thoughts?"

Your eyes widened, slowly coming back to reality. Letting out a sheepish laugh, you shook your head in embarrassment. "Ah, just the usual. I was thinking... about us."

"I'll train hard and protect Jinzhou one day. I'll protect you too, [name], so you shouldn't be scared of anything!" You gave his hand a squeeze, grinning mischievously as you recalled his words.

That seemed to have earned a chuckle out of your lover, causing him to grasp both of your hands in his. "I kept my promise, didn't I?"

Yuanwu had definitely mellowed out as the years went on, but that never changed your perspective of him. To you, he'll always be the boy with big dreams and the kindest starry eyes.

[noveauskull]

Bodyguard Yuanwu? it can be a fic or hc whatever yout want bc I really like how you write him

Yuanwu As Your Bodyguard (SFW)

characters: yuanwu x reader

warnings: suggestive 18+ content but no smut, bratty reader

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You rolled your eyes at the paperwork in front of you, this had to be the 3rd batch this week.

Every single time you finish one batch another 2 batches appear, at this point you might as well identify as a machine if no one in this company is even going to give an effort to handing you less paperwork.

It's true that all you've been doing these past few days were just eating different cuisines and taking vacations anytime you wanted, but to you, you were just taking a mental break from all the shit you had to do.

Everytime you go to these vacations though, you had one person to accompany you by all times.

You'd be expecting him to hand you a cup of tea anytime you see him, and it would always put your grumpy mood down and your comfort mood up. His tea would probably be one of the few many reasons you keep him by your side.

Yuanwu had been your bodyguard for nearly 15 years now. Ever since you were 10, he had been around to take care of you when your parents were too busy dealing with other matters.

You would be lying if you didn't admit to having a crush on him though. Yuanwu was fit, kind, mature, anything a man should be. He was incredibly your type too, even when his blue hair began to turn white when you turned 18, you still liked him and kept him by your side.

"Miss? Are you alright?" You hear a deep, rough voice ask you. Making you turn your head to look up at the voice's owner.

"I can't do this, I need another vacation" You said with no hesitation, watching Yuanwu's face go from concern to disappointment.

"But miss, we just came back from Jeju Island..." Yuanwu sighed, the wrinkles in between his brows moving alongside his facial features.

"Don't care. I'm not doing this" You finalized. Pushing yourself up from your desk to leave the your own personal office right inside your home, however a tug on your wrist stops you.

"...Huh?"

You turned your head in confusion, the corner of your upper lip raising along your eyebrows furrowing, almost as if to look at the older man to say 'how dare you grab me', but you reminded yourself that he is your crush, and that you could behave yourself a bit around him to not trouble him.

However you were never really a 'behaves well' kind of girl, so you didn't know that for the entire time you've been troubling him from the start.

"I'm sorry miss but I can't allow you to leave the office" Yuanwu said, his eyes staring into yours with a serious look, taken aback, you still let your desires win, you were not going to do all that paperwork by yourself.

"Hands off, Yuanwu. I'll do the paperwork after one more vacation, i'm not mentally ready to pick up the shit this company shat on my desk right now" You tried twisting Yuanwu's hand off your wrist, but his grip on you remained firm.

"You say that but I know you won't pick up a pen the moment you come back, and I'm sure you're exhausted from always having to come back with unfinished papers on your desk, so why not finish a couple today and continue tomorrow?"

Nope. You were as stubborn as a turtle's shell. And Yuanwu knew that talking to you like the adult you are was futile, yet he still tried to do so anyways. But seeing as his only attempt didn't work out, he had no choice.

"Like I said I can't be bothered, a vacation will benefit you more than watching me do paperwork, y'know? I don't get why you're so insistent on-"

Before you knew it, Yuanwu was suddenly dragging you outside the office. You were confused but you assumed that him dragging you was so that you would go on another vacation, but you were wrong.

He suddenly opened the door to your bedroom, pulling you inside the room before locking the door and pushing your body down to the bed, your eyes widened in shock when you felt your body hit the mattress.

"Yuanwu?" You called out the the older man as you watched him remove his tie, confused.

"Don't worry, miss. By the time we're finished you'll have plenty of energy and motivation to do your paperwork"

For some reason, ever since that day, you've decided to listen to Yuanwu's suggestions and put aside your wants, and you haven't been to any vacations ever since.

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A/N: BODYGUARD YUANWU WILL PUT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD

I JUST HAD TO SLIP IN A BRATTY READER CAUSE I CANT BE CONTROLLED ‼️‼️‼️ ty for the request anon 😋✨️✨️

if this gets enough recognition i might write smut ab this~

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Stealing Yuanwu's Hat

Warnings: semi suggestive so MDNI

Ever since you met him at his gym he took your breath away. You never really knew what to say to him but occasionally teasing him calling him old man and pestering him. Originally you were so shy youd be quiet but you didn't want to come off as rude or him mistaking you for disliking him so you resorted to 'annoying' him. (tbh I think he'd enjoy the company seeing how calm and patient he is)

One day you went to visit the gym you while he was cleaning equipment you saw his hat all alone by itself so you took to opportunity to try it out for yourself. Checking yourself out in the mirror and even doing some impressions of him until you heard a chuckle causing you to freeze.

"Hmmm, I was wondering where my hat had gone. I thought mimi hat got a hold of it again." he smiles, closing you in between the mirror and himself. "How kind of you to hold onto it for me, let me thank you for being oh so kind." He smirks as he begins to kneel in front of you

This definitely wasn't like the normal workouts he'd usually planned for you when you stop by at the gym~

I honestly surprised myself with writing especially since I just typed this in one go I hope you enjoyed 🫣

[strawbairicake]

in a world full of boys, he’s a ✨gentleman✨- various hsr + wuwa males x reader (cute/gentlemanly things i see them doing!)

warnings: none! me swearing like twice, but not really a warning. it’s very fluffy tho! my poor attempts at humor (pls laugh)

word count: 618

author’s note: there are like 7 or 8 males in wuwa so the majority i like (cough cough not yuanwu cough cough) (and maybe my fave star rail men) repeat lol hehe! hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

sidewalk rule

always does this in a way that you don’t realize he’s doing it. he’s very mindful of any situation wherein you might be at risk of something. if you’re walking and chatting with him, he will subconsciously move you to the inside of him so if anyone bumps into you, it’s him instead. half the time you don’t realize he’s done it, and it’s so effortless the way he does it too. 

jiyan, jing yuan, boothill, argenti, dr. ratio, xiangli yao, your faves!

hand on corner/edge of something

whenever you bend down and there seems to be a sharp edge or corner, he always covers that edge with his hand so if you bump into something, it’s his hand instead. like this shit is second nature to him (like the above as well) and honestly, you don’t think much of it until someone points it out to you. just a little way to show he cares.

aventurine, dr. ratio, anaxa, phainon, gallagher, your faves!

gets trinkets/collects things to give you

you know how crows bring you little gifts as a sign they trust you? this is also them, but they hide it under the guise of “it just reminded me of you!” we know damn well that’s not the reason but you can give him a pat on the head and call it a day. it’s the thought that counts, and it’s reassuring to know he thinks of you (even when he probably shouldn’t if he’s doing something important).

aalto, sampo, luka, gepard, luocha, moze (so him coded), your faves!

plans things in advance

GOD, I WOULD DIE FOR THIS, WHEN IS IT MY TURN?! anyway. maybe the bar is just that low, but we LOVE a guy who has a schedule and is organized! he plans cute little surprises, dates, anything else that he thinks would put a smile on your face (spoiler: it totally does). and if his plans change suddenly, and he can’t make it to what was planned, he will ALWAYS give you a heads up and immediately tries to schedule something else for you both to do when you’re both completely free. 

welt, jiaoqiu, xiangli yao, jiyan, mortefi, dan heng, your faves!

great with animals and/or children

i don’t know about you guys, but if a guy is good with animals and/or children, it is OVER for me (i would marry him so fast you don’t even know). but it’s the way he speaks and acts towards them that has your (our) heart swelling and swooning. always stops to check on animals, makes sure they have food and water, anything they need. always the person children walk up to when they’re lost because he just radiates that safe and secure energy. he always makes sure lost children/animals are returned safe and sound, and it truly makes your brain wander…

brant, xiangli yao, boothill,  jing yuan, sunday, mydei, your faves!

attitude that just SCREAMS gentleman

always at your every beck and call, very polite and respectful towards you (maybe not towards others, but that’s ok, they probably deserved it tbh), and is just all-around a great influence. if you need help with something, he is there before you even know it, helping out. like if you have some shoes with some long straps that wrap around your legs and can’t figure it out, he is kneeling down and doing it for you, all with a slight smile on his face. and when he come back up to face you, he gives a featherlight kiss to your cheek. he is just the sweetest- something most wouldn’t expect, but he’s also yours.

honestly most (except for the walking red flags, they know who they are) of them, your faves!

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[starryficsfinishwen]

꒰ . ⋮ # 1 Aftertaste.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ — Kinktober 2024

with a taste of your lips, I'm on ride

syn. week 1 of Kinktober 2024, featuring Wuthering Waves and Punishing: Gray Raven men! (A to E)

kinktober masterlist

other works | playlist

a.n. rlly late but at least we got a month to go :D

pairings. [ pgr ] m!shikikan, noctis, lee, chrome, [ wuwa ] yuanwu x f!reader (separate)

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW WARNING. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. age play, biting, seggs, a lil' cnc (consensual nonconsent), daddy kink, dirty talking, cardiophilia (attraction to heartbeats), enkuophilia (breeding kink), hints of use of aphrodisiacs (yuanwu), semi-public sex (chrome) dividers by @/cafekitsune!

˚ʚ A for Age play ɞ˚

A Little Death ⟡ Shikikan

In a world where everything is very overwhelming and too much, wouldn’t it be nice if you could actually get someone to do everything for you?

Lucky for you, there was someone else keeping you satisfied.

“Oh, darling,” Your lover purrs in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “do you not like my gift for you?”

A frilly skirt brushes your soft thighs as you shift in your seat. In the comforts of home, you excitedly wore the Commandant’s pretty gift to you— a pink, frilly short dress that halts by your thighs, paired with a matching pair of tights. The silk around your body hugs you perfectly, but you, in your simple mind, somehow want more.  The numbing vibration down there echoes throughout your whole body, yet never quite enough. You reach out to the Commandant, the golden bracelets shimmering under the fluorescent light of your shared home.

“Daddy,” you whine, desperate enough to rub your cheek on your lover’s hand, “Daddy, I missed you.”

Having the revered Commandant of the Gray Raven is both heaven and hell—heaven in a way that your love is pure and unadulterated, enough that keeps you both sane in this busy battlefield; hell, in a way that prevents you both from seeing each other for a long time. Like now, after many months of him being away, you’re finally back in each other’s arms. Like now—

A gentle hand carefully tilts your chin upward, making you look up to the Commandant.

“Now, now, darling, I want you to use your big girl words.” He tuts, “Do you not like my gift?”

“I-I do!” You cry out, jerking your hips as you try to rub your legs together, “It’s just…I…”

“You want what, dear?”

The Commandant finally kneels to your height. You bite your lips as you feel the vibrator shift a little deeper inside of you. “I…um, I jus’ really m-missed you…”

“Such a little darling for me, mm?” He hums, “Look at you, my darling little princess.”

The praise goes straight to your core, your hole throbbing around the vibrator. With a lithe moan of the Commandant’s name, you paw at his chest.

“D-Daddy,” With small tears in your eyes, you speak, “A-am I doing good?”

The Commandant’s pretty hands caresses your cheeks, to which you lean for his warmth. Such a simple, loving act brings immense joy to your daddy, that he chuckles.

“Ah, you’re doing a very great job, my darling.” Honey drips in his tongue, you shamelessly moan out loud from his voice. With his thumb tracing the outline of your lips, he mutters, “You’re been a very attentive girl these past few months, and you deserve such a great gift, don’t you think?”

His thumb easily slips inside your lips, and you open your mouth. You bob your head in agreement as you suck his thumb, your irises somehow shaped like hearts in your Commandant’s vision. “Yes, yes, yes, I’ve been a good little girl for you, daddy.”

“Well then, spread your legs for daddy.”

Without another word, you obeyed his commands. Opening your legs as wide as you can, you feel a plethora of your essence pool under you. The sight alone makes your lover salivate. After all, a treat like this after long months of absence would definitely satiate his hunger for you. Carefully, he plucks the vibrator out of your poor pussy, with more essence dripping out of you. You moan his name out loud.

“How do you want your gift, darling?” 

Sinful fingers trace your puffy pussy lips, before thumbing your little pearl, causing you to jerk in your seat. You breathe a shaky whine, to which the Commandant tuts.

“I want your big girl words, dear.”

“I-Inside, daddy.” You moan when his long fingers slipped inside, effortlessly finding your sensitive spots, “I-I want your dick inside of me, please!”

“That’s a good girl,” The Commandant praises you, thrusting his fingers upward to make you cry out, “I knew you would listen to your daddy.”

You whine a cry of disappointment when he temporarily withdraws his hands. In one swift motion, the Commandant takes off his pants, revealing his erect cock. Sitting on the bed, he pulls you to his lap. With a small kiss to your jaw, he whispers in your ear.

“Come and get your gift, dear.”

˚ʚ B for Biting ɞ˚

Candy ⟡ Noctis: Indomitus

It’s no surprise that Noctis is territorial. The man hoards everything—glass, toys, anything—causing him trouble with all of the things he keeps, not only to you, but even in Cerberus.

What you never knew though, was that his possessiveness extends to more than just material things.

“Ugh, f-fuck,” Noctis groans at the tightness of your cunt around his dick, “God, you’re so tight, you’re killing me.”

With a sharp thrust of his hips, you squeal as you hold onto the headboard with all your might. “N-Noctis! I-I thought we promised Vera we’ll be quiet…!”

Your meathead of a boyfriend could only moan your name as a response, big hands holding your hips. Noise complaints were already issued as soon as you and Noctis were together, that you’d be too embarrassed whenever you’d meet with Cerberus. But alas, your lover is too hard-headed to ever listen.

“S-Sorry, but I—hngh, so good—this pussy is just too good…!”

Twin moans spill from both of your lips as Noctis fucks you deeper, his hands sliding to the curve of your legs, pushing them to your ears. The new position causes you to cry louder, his long dick somehow feeling like he’s reaching your womb.

“No-Noctis!” 

“Fuck that.”

Noctis rises to see you better under him—with your pretty, fucked out face as uncontrollable moans leave your mouth, tiny hands now gripping his broad shoulders. Was it the blur, or the steam, or the love-lust that somehow clouds his mind as he notices your bare neck. And he gets it—the urge to mark you. No, not just inside of you, but every part of you. In the heat of the moment, Noctis latches onto your chest. With a firm bite! of his teeth in your chest, your orgasm comes crashing down on you, with a loud cry of Noctis’ name. 

“Noctis—! We talked a-abo—haah-!”

Of course, hickies were fine, but you always drew a line for too much. But was it really too much? To him, it still isn’t enough. Noctis is still relentless, fucking you through your orgasm, as he continues to litter your chest with bites. Moving upward, he rests your legs over his shoulder now, the urge to mark you causing him to fuck you harder.

“No-no-noctis—”

“I need to mark you,” He grunts in your neck, the last of his work as his impending orgasm starts to crash onto him, “One more.”

With the last of his precious mark on your now-littered neck, you squeeze his arms as Noctis’ orgasm comes unexpectedly. You cry out with your eyes rolling back as Noctis unconsciously bites your shoulder, triggering you to squirt all over his cock, as well as him filling you up.

Noctis is territorial, you know of that. But seeing the way he had marked you, inside and out, you are sure now that his possessiveness is more than anything simple.

“[Y/N],” Noctis moans, watching his bites and hickies all over your neck and chest, as well as your little pussy struggling to keep all of his cum inside, “...you’d give me one more, mm?”

˚ʚ C for Cardiophilia* ɞ˚

Casually Closer ⟡ Lee: Hyperreal

A construct’s heart is different from a human’s. 

Thump, thump, thump. Apart from its irregular beat, its structure alone runs a different substance. For a construct like Lee, whose heart he had long given up to his beloved brother, he once believed he could no longer love like a human. 

That is, until you came along.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Your heart peacefully throbs in your chest as you sleep. Lee watches you diligently, watching your sleeping figure bathe in the moonlight. He has long been accustomed to hearing the thrum of your heartbeat in the midst of the night. As he finishes the last of your paperwork (ones that he forced you to give to him so you could sleep), his eyes find themselves trailing back to you.

Thump. Thump. Your heart is in perfect condition. The rise and fall of your chest. The subtle curl of your lips, as if you are having a nice dream. Were you having a nice dream? Lee is jealous; he wishes he could see it.

But alas, his eyes drift downwards, to your body. The blankets fall off of your body, exposing your skin, in your shorts. Slightly looking away, Lee’s cheeks dusting pink as he approaches you. The bed dips as he sits beside you, taking in your beauty in the moonlight.

“Commandant,” he sighs, pulling the blankets back to your body, “...sleep tight.”

Thump. Thump. His robotic fingers land on the apex of your chest, where your heart was. Thump…Thump. A skip. His eyebrows raise— did your heart just skip a beat.

“...mmn, Lee…” You mutter his name, in your sleep.

“Commandant?”

“...mm, more,” you mutter once more, your face contorting, “more…please.”

Thump, th-thump. Your heart rate jumps. Something is new in your dreams, then. You shift in your sleep, tired hands holding onto Lee’s, as the blanket on your body fails to cover you. His palm falls flat on your chest, the throbbing of your heart increasing.

Were you having a wet dream of Lee, perhaps?

The thought hits harder to the construct, the blush on his cheeks shading to the color of your exposed panties. 

“Commandant…” He whispers, “Please—”

The subtle way your body leans to him, your thighs barely touching Lee’s body. Yet, the action alone somehow makes his pants tight. This is a problem he faces whenever you are around— Lee both hates and adores the way his body reacts to you so easily.

“—Lee,” you softly moan his name, and his cock throbs, “‘m so needy…”

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your heartbeat clamors loudly in your chest, and Lee couldn’t help but groan. He wants to touch you. He needs to touch you. But despite the throb of his cock, he could never find the heart to defile you.

“Commandant, you’re making this hard for me…” Lee tries to escape from your grasp, but the grip on his hand somehow tightens.

“...and I know you’re awake, Commandant.”

Your face scrunches up. Slowly opening your eyes, Lee isn’t surprised to see your lust-blown irises staring back at him sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, Lee.” You pout, holding his hand to pull it all over your chest, “But you already know that you can touch me, you know.”

“I can’t bring myself to do that to you, Commandant.” He looks away, his “cooling system” failing to hide the reddening blush across his face, “You already know that.”

“Mm, yeah, but I really do need you, Lee.” You whispered, “Can’t you feel it?”

His hand squeezes your breast, before feeling your heartbeat again. Thump.Thump.Thump.Thump.

Your heartbeat is beautiful. You are beautiful. You’re too much— but Lee would kill to be in between you right now.

Without a second thought, Lee leans down to capture your lips with his. In the frenzy haze of lust under the moonlight, he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. Fuck, it’s too delicious to even think straight, that he effortlessly carries you to his lap. Aimless hands touching skin everywhere, knowing no bounds as you descend into madness.

Thump.Thump.Thump. 

Your heartbeat falls into the same throbbing pattern as his own mechanical heart. You moan into the kiss when you feel Lee’s hands rip through your poor excuse of a pajama, his thumb teasing your now-soaked folds.

“Lee, Lee,” You cry out when his fingers slip inside of your aching hole, despite your underwear, “Stop teasing…!”

“Says the woman who’s been doing that all night.” Lee moans when your pussy flutters around his fingers, “God, so needy.”

“I need you, Lee,” You whine, hips grinding to the way he fingers you, “I need you inside of me, Lee.”

Thump.Thump.Thump.Thump—

Your heartbeat draws Lee wild. With a little assistance from you, he opens his pants to free his erection. An erotic moan draws out of you, as he slowly lowers you to his hard cock, your warm walls contracting around him. A careless grunt escapes his lips, as your cunt flutters as the intrusion.

“Are you oka—”

“—fuck,” You cry out, feeling his cock finally bottoming inside of you, “Lee-!”

The tip teases your sensitive spot, with little tears forming around your eyes. Trying to ease the pain from his size, you helplessly cling onto Lee’s shoulders, catching your breath. But Lee—God knows how far gone he is.

Thump.Thump.Thump. 

Your heartbeat, the way your pussy flutters around his cock— Lee knows he’s in heaven. One sharp thrust, and he has you moaning already. 

“W-wait, Lee—?!” “—You feel so divine, [Y/N],” Lee mutters, the pussydrunk feeling already settling deep in his system, “Let me make you feel so good, please.”

˚ʚ D for Dirty talking ɞ˚

Daddy Issues ⟡ Yuanwu

You are attracted to the owner of the famous boxing gym in Jinzhou: Yuanwu. It’s so wrong, yet it somehow feels so right.

“You seem a bit stiff again today, [Y/N],” You hear Yuanwu say behind you, your roaring heart echoing throughout your whole body.

It’s another workout day. Your arms looped around the bar above you, as you try to accommodate your stretches. Yet, hearing the object of your affections, somehow nearly made you lose your balance. Fortunately—

“Careful, there, little girl,” Yuanwu’s husky voice sends tingles to your ear, “I’d rather not let you fall so quickly.”

Before you could hit the ground, Yuanwu held you by the hips. With a squeal, you quickly brush yourself off of him.

“A-ah, Mr. Yuanwu!” You look away to hide from his knowing gaze, “I’m fine! Sorry, I got distracted…”

He’s silent again. Glancing back at him, you notice gray eyes glazed with worry. Without a thought, you reach out to squeeze his arm.

“I–um, Mr. Yuanwu, I’m perfectly fine, I promise.” You mutter with a sigh, “Can I have a sip of your tea instead? I feel a little light-headed right now.”

Lucky for you, he already had the table set. Sitting across you, drinking his usual brewed Trine tea. The lime-colored tea smells so rejuvenating and refreshing, that you want to drown in its smell alone.

“Say, [Y/N],” Yuanwu opens the conversation for a while, “How are you liking the gym so far?”

You take a sip. The tea oddly tastes sweet today. “Oh…I am enjoying it so far, Mr. Yuanwu. I didn’t even know that I’d be really enjoying the stretches…”

“I’m glad,” He flashes a sweet smile, the laugh lines around his eyes a little more noticeable, “To be honest, when I saw your physique, I always thought you’d be more suitable for stretches.”

Your throat feels scratchy, the more you listen to Yuanwu. Taking another sip, your attention seems to be limited— oddly fixated on the tacet mark on his neck, watching the rise and fall of his broad chest, somehow noticing the way his prominent Adam’s apple bob as he speaks— you snap out of your trance when he snaps his fingers.

“Ms. [Y/N]?” Hell, even Yuanwu’s voice somehow made your core throb, “Are you listening?”

“Hah,” Noticing the intense stare of your master, the blush on your face draws a darker shade. “Yes, Mr. Yuanwu!”

“Okay, so as I was saying…”

His mouth was moving, but the words died down in your ears. Eagerly watching how he took off his gloves, revealing long, calloused hands. They opened and closed in front of you, before reaching for his cup. Tracing the outline of the cup, your thoughts turned naughty—  Wondering how his hands would trace your legs, the inside of your thighs, your wet cunt. Wondering how they’d pry your legs open, how his deft fingers would actually play with your throbbing clit—

“...seeing as your flexibility knows no bounds, I do wonder how far you’d be willing to open your legs for me, darling?”

The words cme hurling at you at a surprising speed. You look up to find Yuanwu’s sweet smile, but this time, laced with something far too lewd.

“I guess you already have imagined that, haven’t you, little [Y/N]?”

Yuanwu stands up, slowly approaching you. His gloveless hands found themselves cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing your lips.

“How long have you fantasized about me, [Y/N]?”

“I…Mr. Yuanwu…”

“Tell me, my dear. I long noticed the way you look at me. It’s unlike any other simple one.” His voice drops an octave lower, looking down on you as he touches your leg. “Do you know the properties of Trine tea is being honest, right? It’ll break my poor heart if you don’t tell me, my [Y/N].”

“A while,” You whisper, noticing the close proximity between the both of you, “I-I have been…”

“Really? That’s so sweet of you. Tell me; what do you usually fantasize about?”

That’s definitely private information. But the way Yuanwu has been looking at you, only made your cunt clench around nothing. “I-I’m too shy…!”

“I’ll help you, then.” He flashes his teeth, akin to little fangs, “Perhaps I need to teach you more about being honest.”

“My dear [Y/N], do you fantasize me holding you like this, then?”

He gently holds your arms above your head, graciously with one hand. In a swift moment, he has you pinned on the table.

“Do you imagine me holding your hands up like this, while I’m in between you?”

He slips himself in between your legs, your legs locking him around his waist, making him hiss.

“M-Mr. Yuanwu-!”

“Do you imagine me holding you by your neck, while I try to kiss you?”

His other hand holds you by the base of your neck, lightly putting pressure. You gasp at the sensation, your hips involuntarily grinding on his hips. He graciously returns the motion, his poking erection on your clothed core.

“Do you imagine me touching you in places that are too precious?”

One hand leaves your neck, trailing from your chest, down to your quivering thighs. Holding you there with a light squeeze, one thrust to your cunt. You moan quietly.

“Or do you imagine me taking you here, on this very table, telling you how much of a good girl you are as I fuck you like an animal?”

You moan loudly when Yuanwu ruts himself on you. You squirm from his grip, but he only urges you further— your back arching, aching for more.

“Fuck me, please!” You cry out, squirming in his grip, “I said fuck me, please, sir!”

“‘Atta girl,” Yuanwu grins, slowly peeling off your shorts, “Let’s make your dreams come true, hm?”

˚ʚ E for Enkuopophilia** ɞ˚

Earned it ⟡ Chrome: Glory

Chrome is a family man, you’ve noted.

Despite living in a house devoid of any familial love, despite only having robots around him. As Langston Smith, his world revolved around “glory”. When he was baptized as Chrome, a new kind of world came— a different kind of glory. Chrome has long learned love through his members, through Strike Hawk. Sure, living as a construct may be hard and different, but it’s a beautiful one. Especially when love exists in his team.

Especially with you in it.

“Your baby is so cute~!” You gush, excitingly holding the small, fragile baby in your arms, “She’s so beautiful…”

On a rest day, Chrome accompanied you to visit an old friend. Long did you both know that your friend had a surprise waiting for you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant!” You playfully teased your blushing friend, “I could have prepared a baby shower for you!”

“We didn’t know either,” She giggles, looking at her husband, “I eventually found out by accident. She really is a surprise for us.”

Chrome could see the love in your friend’s eyes as she gazed at her husband. The latter looks back at her the same way, a soft squeeze on her hand. Looking back at you, who has been captured by the baby’s charms, an unadulterated emotion knocks on Chrome’s chest.

What was it?

“You and Chrome would have a lovely family, if you ever decide to have one.” Your friend comments.

Your eyes meet Chrome’s pensive ones. With a lovely smile, you nodded. “I sure hope so.”

Ah, Chrome knows it’s impossible. How can a construct and a human ever have a family? But somehow, seeing your relaxed appearance as you held the baby— and somehow Chrome sees something else: you, with a swollen belly, looking at him. And something shifts inside of him. And something is different.

“C-Chrome-!” Moans of your lover’s name fill your mouth as you feel yourself fall flat on the wall, “S-slow down!”

Soon after your little affair at your friend’s place, Chrome had you pinned on the wall at Smith’s home. Your panties were thrown somewhere on the floor, alongside Chrome’s jacket. Your body surrenders as Chrome drills deep into you, the surge of pleasure nearly blurring your vision. The whirr of the robots seem absent, but the looming fear that the patriarch would stumble in, would see the lewd and disheveled look on your faces—

“Don’t think of anyone else right now, hah, [Y/N],” Chrome growls, “Focus on me.”

His grip on your hips is ruthless as he fucks you deeper, the tip of his cock precisely hitting your sweetest spots in one go. Your cries only spur his drive— in the face of your lover, you submit to his desires.

“I-I just—hngh, I do-don’t understand w-what got you so w-haah, worked up-!”

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes so gently, in contrast to his thrusts, “You…you were just so beautiful ho-holding a baby…”

Chrome moans your name with a sharp thrust, knocking the air out of you for a moment. Holding a baby? Ah, Chrome saw it. He saw how lovely you were, as you held the baby.

“I want to fuck a baby in you,” Chrome pleads, “I want you to carry our child, [Y/N].”

A cry rips out of your mouth when your orgasm comes crashing without a warning. The idea of having a family with Chrome was something you’ve long wanted. But Chrome— fuck the laws. Like him, the idea of having a family with Chrome is a need. 

“Did you come for me already, [Y/N]?” He chuckles in your ear, fingers rubbing your neglected nub, “So pretty f’me.”

His actions cause you to squirm in his hold. With a cry of his name, your pussy clenches around his length, causing Chrome to hold his breath.

“Do you like the idea of having a baby with me?” Chrome asks so softly, you nearly forget the rough pace he set on your poor pussy, “Do you want to start a family with me, [Y/N]?”

“F-Fuck!” You moan shamelessly, holding onto Chrome’s hand, “Breed me, Chrome, please.”

Chrome looks down to find a frothy white rim around his hard length. Watching how addicting you were to him, your abused pussy taking all of him, his impending orgasm roars loudly in his body— the urge to breed, breed, breed–!

“I’ll put a baby in you, [Y/N],” Chrome pulls you even closer, and all emotions come crashing in— “So take it all.”

“Chrome–!”

As your eyes roll back to your skull, your second orgasm forces Chrome to cum with you, spurts of his hot cum seeping so so deep in you, that some overflowed out of you. It takes a while before you both manage to catch your breath. You try to move your muscles, albeit aching, but Chrome stops you.

“A-ah,” Chrome tuts, “Not yet. I’m not done with you, yet.”

The telltale of Chrome’s still-hard cock still buried inside of you, with some of his cum plugged deep inside of you brings you to reality. It’s only until Chrome carries you, makes you whine.

“I’m not leaving until we’re successful, [Y/N].”

© starryficsfinishwen ᯓ★

please don't steal or own my works!!

*cardiophilia - attraction to heartbeats **enkuopophilia - breeding kink

[aventurineswife]

Can we have the Wuwa men of your choice in a platonic familial relationship with a Collei-like reader who's power tends to go out of control and hugs end up being the main way they calm them down even if they end up getting hurt

A Heart Beneath the Storm

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Collei like Reader, Platonic Relationship, Familial Bond, Comfort, Mentor-mentee Dynamic, Emotional Support, Healing, Character Development, Protective, Trauma, Trust Building, Support System, Gentle Touch, Mutual Care.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Fear of touch, Emotional instability, Power struggles, Past abuse, Emotional breakdowns.

You had never known a home full of warmth—at least not until Jiyan came into your life.

The wind seemed to carry whispers of ancient winds whenever you stepped into the stronghold of the Midnight Rangers. It was a place of strict discipline and unwavering resolve, but there, amid the fortifications and stoic faces of soldiers, you found peace. Jiyan's leadership was beyond measure, and his calm was a fortress for everyone, especially you.

Having been an outcast for most of your life, your control over your powers had always been a volatile thing. Your resonance abilities were like the unpredictable storm—one second calm, the next surging with energy you couldn't manage. You’d learned to brace yourself and keep others at a distance. Touch was the most dangerous trigger, yet the one thing that soothed your soul was a simple embrace.

It was an afternoon, like any other, that Jiyan had found you in one of your more unstable states, the storm of power surging just beneath the surface. You knew it wasn’t safe for anyone to come near you; the air crackled with tension, and everything around you seemed to hum and vibrate in response to your emotions.

“Stay back, Jiyan,” you gasped, hands trembling as you tried to hold yourself steady. “I can’t control it!”

But Jiyan, in his calm and unyielding manner, was already stepping closer. His gaze was unwavering, his resolve even more so.

“You are not alone,” he said softly. “I am here.”

His hands reached out, and even as you recoiled instinctively, the intensity of your storm only grew. The emotions, the chaos—they threatened to overwhelm you, like a wave crashing on a shore.

But Jiyan didn’t stop. He gathered you in his arms, strong and warm, offering you the one thing you had been afraid of—touch. His embrace was steady, his presence grounding. Slowly, the energy within you settled. The electric crackle that had surged so wildly faded, and you could feel your breath steadying, the storm inside you dissipating.

“Shh… I’m here,” Jiyan whispered, his voice a steady, comforting rhythm. “You are safe now.”

The hug was not a simple act—it was a promise. A promise that even though the world might be full of unpredictability, you would always have a place in his arms, where you could find peace.

You, who had been cast aside, who feared the touch of others, found solace in Jiyan's quiet strength. In his embrace, you knew you had found a home, a family, in a place where your powers were not a burden but part of the bond you shared with him and the Rangers.

Training under Yuanwu was like stepping into the calm eye of a storm. Though his martial art was steeped in the fierce power of thunder and lightning, his demeanor was always composed, soft-spoken, and patient. You had come to his gym seeking guidance for your powers, powers that, like yours, often raged out of control when left unchecked.

Yuanwu had seen many people with volatile abilities before, but you were different. Your powers had a certain wild energy to them, like a fire too close to an explosive device. You feared losing control, as you had in the past, and pushing others away was your only defense. Yet Yuanwu never let you withdraw entirely. He would watch you with those wise eyes of his, always gentle, never hurried, allowing you to unravel your frustration with nothing but patience.

One day, after a particularly challenging training session, you were on the verge of collapse. Your power had flared out of control, and though you had tried to subdue it, it only seemed to spiral more. Yuanwu noticed this immediately.

Without a word, he approached you calmly, his arms extending as though they were a shield.

“You don’t have to fight this alone,” Yuanwu said, his voice carrying the same soothing cadence as a thunderstorm’s distant rumble.

Instinctively, you flinched, fearing that his touch might be too much for you, but Yuanwu did not pull back. His embrace was strong yet gentle, the weight of it not smothering, but supportive. The warmth of his body against yours helped steady your heartbeat. With every passing second, the tremors that had wracked your form started to ebb.

“You’re not broken,” Yuanwu whispered, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly. “You just need time, patience. And the right people to be by your side.”

Your powers, like a wild storm, slowly receded. You felt calmness spread through you—not because of any magic or external force, but because of Yuanwu’s unwavering belief in you.

He didn’t need words of grandiose reassurance. His actions spoke volumes. The silent, supportive hug became your lifeline—a reminder that even in your moments of fear and doubt, you were never alone.

Yuanwu remained a constant, not as a teacher who demanded perfection, but as a mentor who offered the space to grow, not just in strength, but in trust. Through his example, you learned the most important lesson of all: sometimes, the greatest strength lies not in unleashing a storm, but in learning when to let go, to accept the quiet moments in life, and to allow yourself to be cared for.

[alwayscorvus]

( congratulations on no hiatus!! hope you have all the time in the world to do what you like and write more :D)

may i request yet another werewolf!yuanwu please,,,, i am. Starved and Famished™ for yuanwu content,,, n. need. blue husband content.

perhaps a domestic married life with werewolf!yuanwu? i am. interested and piqued to see what you might write. and i just need more yuanwu but furry and animalistic content ( no pressure, of course. take your time!)

Yuanwu as werewolf husband

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

Ik that it's not a one long story, just a bunch of scenarios, but I wanted to use the style from my Blade posts and by doing so I could also include a lot more scenes/activities/habits. Maybe Yuanwu is a little bit too submissive in this and by that a lil out of character but... idk it just happened Dw your next request is going to be full a story!

And thank you for your wishes and for the req, im always happy to write for u!

When he gets back from work:

Late at night, while you are sitting on the couch watching some cliche tv show, you hear jiggling of the key. You quickly turn your head, aiming your gaze at the door where the noise is coming from. Without much thinking, you toss remote aside, get up and head towards hallway. Before you manage to reach your destination, you notice how wooden door begins to slowly swing open, revealing figure of a hunched Yuanwu. Tired after a full week of hard work, he laboriously slides inside. Shuffling his feet on the ground. Unaware of your presence, he slowly moves closer towards you. He slides off his shoes in a rush, and clumsily tosses his keys onto a small dresser. But they don't make it into a basket. They fall on the floor with a clash, like his bag for change of clothes.

You can hear quiet growls. Yuanwu stops at the distance of several inches from you. He furrows his eyebrows. Too exhausted to keep in touch with reality. Emptiness rings in his head. Dazed, he lets his instincts take over. The only things that fills his mind since leaving the gym are warm sheets and your comfy embrace. He struggles to understand why his path is blocked by someone else's legs.

Finally he lifts his head up. Surprised, he gently opens his mouth and focuses his attention on you. How you stand there, in a flawless state, leaning gently against the wall, with arms crossed over your chest and soft smile under your nose.

Yuanwu starts looking at you with sparkling eyes. As if you were some kind of god. His wasted state and awaiting gaze, full of hope. Like a silent plea for help. A search for care.

Oh, how much at times like this Yuanwu longs for you to take care of him. Take all the worries from his shoulders and start to pamper him. You are the only one who can do this. After all, outside the house he has to play tough. But he definitely isn't that strong.

He turns from a reserved and distinguished man to a pouty in your hands. Like a gently giant.

Before you can manage to fully open your arms in an inviting gesture, man throws himself into your embrace. Under the weight of such a big guy, you slightly lose your balance. At the last moment, you push yourself up with one leg to keep you both from falling on your back.

In your grasp, Yuanwu can finally breathe a sigh of relief. You are his home, through which he can rest. You are the one that makes him feel safe, not judged.

Man snuggles tighter into the crook of your neck, gently savoring your scent. Jasmine fragrance of shampoo starts to drug his senses. But not enough to keep him from feeling guilty. He bites his lower lip bitterly. How can you be so perfect. Well rested, freshly showered, dressed in new pajamas. He feels ashamed standing next to you like this. Worn down after a full day of work at the gym, drenched in sweat.

But you, as lovely as you are, don't care about this at all…

Scratching:

Your habit after every bad day at Yuanwu's job. When trained teenagers give him a hard time, or when, after an unexpected win, betting causes a stir among audience. You sit down on the edge of your worn-out couch, while Yuanwu lies down next to you, taking the remaining space. Wrapped in a blanket, he places his head on your thighs. Treating your lap as the best pillow.

You sink your hands into his slightly graying hair and with slow movements begin to massage his scalp. By doing so, you provoke a pleasant purrs from your man. Yuanwu can feel how tense veins on his forehead slowly begin to relax and throbbing gradualy fades away.

Man closes his eyes, completely uninterested with news that you've started to watch since you became married. He slowly drifts off into the land of sleep. But it doesn't really weaken his senses. As soon as he feels your movements begin to slacken, he immediately starts squirming and raising his head slightly in search of your touch. He doesn't stop growling till you return to work. He can't sleep without this lulling stroking.

When his transformation is incomplete:

Some full moons are more challenging than the others. Yuanwu doesn't always manage to get rid of all his accumulated emotions. His hormones run wild. And he is just too pent up.

And this has some side effects…

After full moons like these, it's difficult for him to fully transform back. To return to “normality”. Previous transformation leaves traces behind.

Whether in the form of a fluffy tail or pointy ears.

This sight always fascinates you.

It makes you laugh when his ears perk up and turn towards the side from which an interesting sound comes. A squirrel? Mailman? Or perhaps a threat? Yuanwu definitely needs to check it out…

He makes you go soft, when he starts to wag his tail at the sight of you, without ever knowing. Or when you say something nice to him. Compliment him. Praise him for doing well. He is so proud of himself at that time! And when you show him affection? Start stroking his back or scratching behind his ears? Besides the view, there is also a loud sound of bumping against the furniture. You almost begin to fear that he will bruise his tail…

You feel playful while touching his ears. Watching his reactions… At first he is surprised. His body flinches, as if an electric shock is passing through him. He looks at you. Slightly offended with betrayal. He wants to stop you. Scold you. Order you to never do such a thing again. However, before he manages to react, it's already too late. Yuanwu melts away, and you notice how he gazes at you aroused…

When he loses control:

Sometimes full moon leaves behind other side effects. Sometimes Yuanwu has his “moods.” He acts totally out of character. He turns from a true gentleman to… a beast. He starts talk back, looks for a fight. He feels like going for someone's throat.

He has some crumbs of common sense in him and knows that he is no longer a kid. Therefore he shouldn't behave like this. That's why on such days he stays at home and doesn't show himself to the public. But it doesn't change the fact that at home there is still you. Even if you spend half your time at work, eventually moment of confrontation needs to come.

Yuanwu starts to be sarcastic, adds snarky comments to each of your actions. Bored, you try to ingorge him until he gets tired. However, this rarely works. And ignored Yuanwu gets even more annoyed. Even if, he acts mean towards you his inner wolf still craves for your attention.

He starts nudging you, pulling at your sleeve, raising his voice. He whines for you to notice him. When he gets too loud and almost spills your tea, or starts accidentally destroying your papers, you can't stand it. You make a sudden move changing your positions. You pull his jaw down and expose his neck. In a confident motion, you sink your teeth into his neck. You don't let go until he calms down. Although you are not a wolf, you know that you need to assert your position. Show dominance. Even though you're aware that Yuawnu doesn't mean it, you can't let him behave this way.

That's why you don't let go even when he tries to break free from your grasp. It's only when he starts whimpering again. But this time not with pride, but rather in defeat. That's when you let him go. Checking the state of his skin in the meantime.

Yuanwu, like a startled puppy, curls up tighter and starts cuddling into you while whining softly. He tries to please you, to humor you, take you by the pity. He feels that you are the one with power, control. That you are the strong one here, that you are the one who can defend him. Therefore, he begins to seek out for your care and favor. And he knows it won't be easy after the way he just acted. How could he? Stupid Yuanwu. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You can't stand up to the alpha...

Wounds:

You're not the only one who can bite.

Yuanwu's fangs are made for that. And they can do quite a bit of harm even if they are not fully grown.

Sometimes when he is busy with something and you touch him by surprise, he bites. Without even realizing it. As in a defensive reaction. You don't mind it, but he blames himself a lot. He makes that sad puppy face, whimpers and slowly moves towards you. Yuanwu doesn't want to spook you. Even though you are not afraid of him at all, he still treats you like a wounded animal. Though in reality, his predatory side actually makes you melt. At times like this, he gives vibe of a hyperactive puppy who does something foolish while playing around and then tucks his tail, fearing his master.

He starts licking your wound vigorously. Collecting droplets of blood along the way. His sharp teeth always pierce your skin to the point of redness, which awfully annoys him. He didn't mean to hurt you. But he tries to fix it. He doesn't stop until he's fully proud of the work he's done, and until you repeat to him for the tenth time in a row that yes, really, nothing hurts you anymore.

Similar treatment also takes place in other circumstances. When you accidentally injure yourself and Yuanwu senses this, he immediately rushes to your side. He orders you to remove your shirt or expose your hand. After this words, you already know that you are about to feel that tickling sensation of his tongue. Yuanwu insists that his saliva has disinfecting and soothing effect and that he won't leave you in this state.

When he wants to be a perfect husband:

Yuanwu rarely gets back from work earlier than you, nor does he often take on time off. He refuses to goes on any unless you order him to do so.

However, when he does manage to come home earlier, he tries his best to play the role of ideal husband and prepares to pamper you. As a way of returning the favor. He wants to take care of you, just as you take care of him.

He refreshes himself, changes into something more comfortable and puts on an apron. Which is just a little bit too tight for him… He cleans up the living room, sets up a table, places new flowers in a vase and gets down to cooking. Yuanwu decides to make something simple, but with lots of healthy vegetables.

When you come back home he greets you at the entrance. Waits for you to place a brief kiss on his lips, and seats you down at the table.

Yuanwu places a steaming bowl in front of you. He is wondering if you will enjoy it. He hopes he didn't over-salt it. But at the same time, that his soup isn't too bland. With you he always becomes so clumsy. He gets worried that made some mistake.

He takes a spot next to you and watches as you eat. When you ask about his food Yuanwu assures you that he has eaten enough while preparing the meal.

You start telling him about your day. Complaining about some troublesome customer.

Yuanwu, with a face full of understanding, nods at you and gets up from his chair. He stands behind your back and then grabs your shoulders firmly. Yuanwu starts to massage you slowly, loosening every knots.

While you are groaning in satisfaction, he leans in and starts whispering tender words into your ears. Yuanwu appreciates your efforts. Says you've done a good job. Repeats what a great husband you are. How strong and brave you are.

Working out:

You are not a fan of solutions that require violence. You prefer to handle everything with talking. However, that doesn't mean you can't learn a few moves. Just in case. Especially when your husband owns the most respected gym in whole city.

Although it''s just an excuse... Truth be told, you like to watch your partner in action. How he stays in shape despite his age. How he can still move with lightning speed. How his punches don't lose their power and still leave a loud bang afterwards.

You love to wrestle with him on the mat floor. At the evenings. When no one else is around.

Love to feel his weight on you. To watch drops of sweat trickling down his neck. And enjoy his irritated growls whenever you take control.

Afterwards, you finish it all off with a massage.

Lie down on your stomach, let your husband straddle you. Close your eyes and indulge in pleasure while Yuanwu carefully tries to relax your muscles, afraid of tomorrow's soreness.

When he is jealous:

Sometimes even a calm man with such a long life experience gets carried away by his emotions. His inner wolf takes control. Instincts begin to run wild. And sight of someone else's cherry-colored fingernails on your arm makes him see red. Yuanwu's eyes get coated in a sudden glow. His irises take a predatory shapes and start to shine in intense yellow tones.

Yuanwu spares no time when it comes to reacting. After giving a brief apology to his company, he leaves them alone and confidently heads in your direction. While doing so he isn't hot-headed, he does it with grace and majesty.

He puts his arm around you and as if by accident throws off an unwanted hand. Yuanwu gives an amused smile, almost taken by pity towards your pursuer. He introduces himself with that over-sweetened, yet naturally warm voice of his. He pretends to be surprised and with faked curiosity questions who this new companion of his husband is.

However, when she starts to introduce herself slightly confused, Yuanwu focuses his attention only on his glass, that he holds in his other hand. Unfazed by woman's titles, as if deaf to her words, he slowly stirs his champagne in a circular motion. When your admirer finally finishes, Yuanwu puts his mask back on and smiles charmingly in woman's direction. Asking politely if she won't mind if he takes his husband to the dance floor.

Without waiting for an answer, he sips down rest of his drink and hands it to the confused woman. Before you can even say goodbye, you feel yourself being pulled in the opposite direction.

Yuanwu definitely needs to cover up that sickening smell left on your body. And show who you really belong to.

Nesting:

He likes to mark his territory. To leave his scent on you. He doesn't leave visible marks, he doesn't have that audacity. He's also too old for such a puppy play. But that something inside tells him to show others what belongs to him. So he chooses the least drastic way, just to satisfy his instinct.

Situation at home, however, is quite different. Here he wants to feel safe. And for that he needs the proximity of his pack.

He needs you. Your presence.

He has sensitive senses, feels all smells much more strongly. So he gets easily irritated by what's foreign.

He wants you. Only you.

So he surrounds himself with your clothes.

At first it seems that he is cleaning. In the end, he always takes over these duties at home. He collects your clothes scattered around the house. Some of them he throws into the laundry basket, some he begins to fold with great care. But at some point he makes a mistake. He takes a heavier breath and accidentally inhales your scent. Flushes appear on his face, and his head begins to spin. He slowly slides down on his bended knees.

A thought forms in his head. Everything else loses its importance.

He gathers a pile of clothes into his arms. As many as he can carry. He hurriedly heads to your bedroom. With force, throws his trophies onto a bed.

From your shirts, pants and sweatshirts he begins to compose a phenomenal collage. He pays great attention to each item, arranging the most comfortable bedding as possible.

After a good 20 minutes, he smiles proudly and lays down in the very middle. Covering himself with the nicest sweaters. Yuanwu closes his eyes and, inhaling the remains of your scent, tries to imagine that you are the one cuddling him.

Watching sports together:

When season of boxing fights begins, you always arrange movie nights together. You sit down in front of your crappy tv. While you keep an eye on a remote, Yuanwu prepares snacks for you. Although he is very organized on a daily basis and makes sure you both stay fit, this particular season is special. Healthy eating gets set aside, no time for it. You two focus only on games. Accompanied only by bowls of chips and mugs of steaming… Trine Tea.

You choose your favorites, analyze their fighting styles and bet about who will win. You argue over who is better. Bickering like some old married couple. Whoever succeeds in betting can brag about it for another week after season ends.

Despite the enthusiasm and adrenaline that accompanies you at every game, exhaustion eventually takes its toll. As midnight strikes a sleepy Yuanwu rests his head on your shoulder, gently squinting his eyes from time to time. When you sense him drifting off you scratch him behind the ear, at which he smiles dreamingly.

Previously: Bittberry Tea

[flareovium]

do y'all want mortefi or yuanwu scenarios next? i got ideas for both lol

[sh1-n0bu]

I just realised something lol

Everyone had a happy ending except for Xing Yue...

Tianyou is happily together with Yuanwu and raising their son together

Feng Xian confessed to Sanhua, and she accepted

But Xing Yue's husband was never found... She couldn't even properly mourn him because there was no body... She doesn't get closure 😞

who told you to give ne angst this fine morning micha? huh? imma double it and give it to the boothill x reader tags

[yurinaa-world]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

💫𝒲𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒

NSFW (suggestive is perfectly fine)

Incest

Abusive relationship (i can do like "them reacting to finding out you were in an abusive relationship" or something like that. Not the character being abusive)

Yandere

Cheating

Character x Character

Character x OC

minor! character x Adult! reader or Adult! character x minor reader in romantic relationships

Poly relationships

Male reader ( I only do female and gender-neutral readers)

Blackmail

Drugging

I'm not comfortable changing the character's gender sorry

Everything else is a free game :)

💫𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈

Be respectful and kind when requesting.

If you request when my requests are closed I will delete them.

or if you don't respect the things I don't write and request it anyway I will delete it.

you can request up to 6 characters.

💫𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈

𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓃/𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑒𝒹𝑒

Vash

Nicholas

Millions knives

Legato

Livio

𝐻𝑜𝓃𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓁

Dan Heng/ Imbibitor Lunae

Arlan

Blade

Gepard

Jing yuan

Sampo

Yanqing

Welt Yang

Loucha

Luka

Screwllum

Argenti

Veritas Ratio

Aventurine

Sunday

Gallagher

Boothill

Jiaoqiu

Moze

Mr. Reca

Anaxa

Mydei

Phanion

𝒲𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈

Jiyan

Calcharo

Genshu Lin

Lingyang

Mortefi

Yuanwu

Aalto

Scar

Xiangli Yao

Brant

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒

Rafayel

Zayne

Xavier

Celeb

Sylus

💫𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎!

[thatanonymouschocolate]

A sketch of the handsome man so glad I got him he’s so cool and he has a cute cat named Mimi 😭❤️🥴🥴

[angelltheninth]

im a sucker for the electro men in wuwa... might i ask for calcharo, xiangli yao, and yuanwu having their s/o ride them for the first time? <:3

You have good taste in men Anon.

Pairing: Calcharo, Xiangli Yao, Yuanwu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, orgasm encouragement, cock riding, hair-pulling (for Reader), clit stimulation, pussy slapping, brat taming, doggie style

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: You can say they have a... electrifying effect on me. Ha! No? I think it's funny.

Calcharo chuckled when he heard you hiss as you were pulled back onto his cock. "Faster. Sweet little thing, ride my cock faster. Or do you want me to give you a little more incentive?" 

Before you could say yes he pulled your hair back harder, a tight fist against your scalp, forcing you back against his cock with a loud clap. It hurt in a good way. You only had so much space to move, enough to get in inch off his cock and then take it all back in. The distance you were able to move might be tiny but the speed at which you move wasn't, encouraged by the mercenary's hand in your hair.

Letting you have control over the thrusts was a temporary luxury. He didn't move an inch, you had to do all the work here.

"Definitely motivated enough now." You met his gaze for a second before shutting your eyes in pain from the next pull. "S-Sorry. Gonna make you come, soon." You promised, pussy pulsing around him every time he was balls deep in you.

Each time he tightened his grip so did your pussy tighten around his dick. "You want it baby? Ask me properly, like the whore that we both know you are." Calcharo taunted you, making you sob with need and your poor cunt so desperate to get his cum in it.

"Come inside me." You weren't gonna say please, your inner walls could do that for you. Finally he released his grip on you only to push your head against the bed as his cock sank in balls deep to empty itself in your womb. The new position didn't stop you from grinding your ass against him to get everything you could from him.

Xiangli Yao was almost relaxed under you as you went up and down on his hard cock. He didn't even need to do anything in order to come, or to make you come either. But he doesn't want to be lazy.

"Let me do this for you, let me make my love come on my dick." He smiled from his position below you as his fingers found your clit and pressed it in quick, tight swipes. "There's that clench. I know what you like."

His fingers worked you up so fast but you didn't want to come yet, not until he did. But your legs didn't listen to you, turning liquid as your pussy walls fluttered around him. "Hold... me." You moaned out as you leaned against his chest and kept bucking your hips despite your mind being overtaken by pleasure.

"I've got you, always got you." He kissed your shoulder slowly, one hand still between your legs.

The other hand was on your hip, going down to your ass then back up. Your hips smacked down against his wildly, feeling his cock pulsing inside you and emptying ropes of seed soon after. You didn't stop moving.

Making a mess of you both, his cum staining both your stomach, thick and sticky and warm. "Messy. I don't mind, you know I don't, not when it's the result of this."

Yuanwu rutted into your pussy with no intention of slowing down at all. "Babygirl, what's the matter, can't you meet my thrusts?"

You grunted as you tried to do so but you also enjoyed him fucking you. You didn't expect him to halt fully when he was half-way in your cunt. "What the fuck Yuanwu?!" You complained but were met with a slap on your exposed clit.

"Ride it. Go on, ride it if you want to come." He smirked down at you as he didn't move at all, but he wiggled his eyebrows in a challange. "Brat. Didn't you fucking hear me?" He slapped your pussy again. "If this is what I need to do, punish your cunt, then I will."

Secretly you wanted just that. With your pussy already sensitive it would almost hurt. Acompamying every wet slap was your moan and your hips grinding upwards, taking his cock to his balls. Empowerimg your orgasm further was his cock curved slightly upwards and hitting your sweetspot every time.

"Open up those legs. Let me see your cunt get full!" He grunted deeply as he sunk down on his hands, letting you hug him close and ride his cock like a dildo stuck on a wall.

"Look down then, Sir." He almost didn't want to but at the same time he wanted to see the exact moment when his cock sank balls deep and be emptied.

[aventurineswife]

hellooooo! this is my first request on this blog if requests are currently open. If it's alright with you, may i have Jiyan Mortefi, or Yuanwu with a teen!reader who's like mafuyu from project sekai when she ran away from her controlling mom after a really bad arguement?

The Weight of Perfection

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Mortefi x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Teen!Reader, Emotional healing, Parental expectations, Supportive platonic relationships, Angst, Mentorship, Hopeful.

Warnings: Emotional distress, Family pressure, Mentions of mental health struggles, Possible self-doubt or identity crises.

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves carried by the evening breeze. Jiyan, standing at the edge of a small clearing, surveyed the area with a calculating gaze. His Midnight Rangers were camped nearby, their fires flickering against the encroaching darkness. But something had caught his attention—a presence that felt out of place.

He stepped forward, his hair swaying behind him. Among the shadows, he spotted you huddled against a tree, knees pulled tightly to your chest. Trembling but defiant, your tear-streaked face was illuminated briefly by the moonlight.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jiyan said calmly, crouching down to your level. His voice was gentle but firm, like the steady winds before a storm. “This forest is dangerous.”

You flinched but didn’t look up. “I had nowhere else to go,” you murmured.

Jiyan studied you carefully. Your clothes were neat but wrinkled, as if they had been packed hastily. Your hollow, tired eyes spoke volumes—a weight far heavier than anyone your age should bear.

“I can tell,” he said softly, sitting down beside you. “You’ve run from something.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “My mom,” you whispered. “She wants me to be perfect. Good grades, sports, everything. But... I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Jiyan’s gaze softened. “I understand,” he said. “Once, I thought I had to be someone I wasn’t, too. A healer, just like my family wanted. But there comes a time when you have to decide for yourself who you want to be.”

You looked at him for the first time, searching his face for any sign of judgment. Instead, you found quiet resolve and empathy.

“You’re safe here,” Jiyan assured you. “Stay with us tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes next.”

As the night deepened, Jiyan called forth the Qingloong, its ethereal form circling above to guard the camp. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of safety, a storm’s eye amidst the chaos of your life.

Mortefi adjusted his pristine gloves, a frown tugging at his lips. The quiet knock at his workshop door had been an unwelcome interruption. He wasn’t expecting visitors, least of all at this hour.

When he opened the door, the sight before him made him pause. You stood there, disheveled and out of breath, clutching a small bag like it was the only thing tethering you to the world.

“Who sent you?” Mortefi asked sharply, though his tone softened when he noticed your trembling hands.

“No one,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

Mortefi’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t accustomed to unannounced visitors, much less ones who looked like they were on the verge of breaking. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter.

“Sit,” he said curtly, clearing a space amidst the neatly arranged tools and schematics. He watched as you hesitated, then sank into the chair, your movements stiff with exhaustion.

“Now,” Mortefi said, crossing his arms, “explain.”

The words spilled out in a rush. “My mom. She wants me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Mortefi’s gaze sharpened. He saw himself in your words—years of suffocating under expectations, of being shaped into something he wasn’t. He knelt down, his fiery hair catching the light.

“You’re not a tool to be used,” he said firmly. “You’re a person, and you deserve to decide who that person is.”

You stared at him, surprised by the warmth beneath his stern exterior. “But... what if I don’t know who I am?”

Mortefi’s lips quirked in a rare, gentle smile. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

He stood, extending a hand. “Come. I’ve just finished a prototype for a toy dragon. Perhaps it’ll help clear your mind.”

For the first time in days, you smiled—a small, fragile thing, but genuine. And as Mortefi guided you into his world of invention and fire, you began to feel the faint stirrings of hope.

The gym was empty, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights. Yuanwu wiped his hands on a towel, preparing to lock up for the night when he heard the faint creak of the door.

“Hello?” he called, his voice calm but firm.

You stepped inside, drenched from the rain, your bag slung over one shoulder. Your eyes were downcast, but Yuanwu could see the exhaustion etched into your features.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Yuanwu set the towel down, his kind eyes taking in your soaked clothes and trembling frame. “Come in,” he said gently. “You look like you need a warm drink.”

He guided you to a chair near the corner of the gym, where the scent of freshly brewed tea lingered. Handing you a steaming cup, he sat down across from you.

“Take your time,” he said, his voice soothing. “You’re safe here.”

You sipped the tea, your hands shaking slightly. Finally, you spoke. “I ran away. My mom... she expects me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Yuanwu nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Perfection is a heavy burden,” he said. “It’s not something anyone should have to carry alone.”

You looked up at him, surprised by his understanding. “What if I don’t know who I’m supposed to be?”

Yuanwu smiled, the faint lines around his eyes softening. “That’s the beauty of it,” he said. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. What matters is that you keep searching.”

He stood, gesturing to the training mats. “Whenever you’re ready, we can start with a lesson. Martial arts isn’t just about strength—it’s about finding balance, both in the body and the mind.”

You hesitated, then nodded. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope, like the first rays of dawn breaking through a storm. And under Yuanwu’s patient guidance, you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find yourself again.

[alwayscorvus]

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Feeling Obliged

Part 2 of "Do not forget your place", but u can read Part 2 without reading Part 1 bodyguard!malereader x Yuanwu;

Several weeks have passed since that incident. You were probably already approaching three months. But you weren't too concerned about it. You had lived together for so long that such a period of time wasn't a big deal for you. Besides, you didn't expect that anything would change.

After so many unrequited gestures, one sentence of disapproval was enough. The longer you thought about it, the more you wondered why such a minor quarrel, not even big enough for a serious argument, could successfully and completely change your view of world and your relationship with person dearest to you. The only one dear to you.

After looking into it, you came to the conclusion that your first thesis was true. And fact that Yuanwu rejected your help and affection was the biggest reason why it hurt you so much.

Yet, things like that happened many times before.

After all, more than once, sensing danger, you quickened your pace, passed your boss and, with a sudden movement, put your straightened arm out in front of Yuanwu's chest. Bumping against his body and blocking his further path.

While Yuanwu, as always pushed your arm away and kept moving. Falling into the trap.

Or, more than once, after carefully studying his new companions, and expressing your doubts and evidence of they impure intentions, you almost begged him to not meet them.

While Yuanwu, as always shrugged it off and came back with bruises and cuts. Or rather… you did.

You experienced plenty situations of that kind. But you quessed that everyone has to break at some point. Despite the big amount of things they endured. Or precisely because of them. And that particular event, a few weeks ago, was exactly your final straw.

Because of which you moved out. Yes. After more than ten years of living together, you finally moved out. You were proud to say that you finally had your first own apartment. After being kicked out of family home because of debts, your only chapter in life was Yuanwu. And now… Now you even had your own place to live. One that you earned by yourself, with work of your own hands. True, it was a job under Yuanwu and therefore his money…, but still, it was the idea that counted.

Apartment was tiny. One room included both: a single bed, a TV corner with double sofa, and a kitchenette wide for only two cabinets with refrigerator. Only bathroom was actually separated. However, that was enough for you. What more could a bodyguard without hobbies or friends need. Especially since you were in your new home only occasionally. Mostly to sleep. Your job, after all, was mostly 24/7.

Yes, you also considered quitting your job and leaving past behind. But you couldn't. Something was holding you back. And it wasn't even that stubborn desire to take care of the only person close to you, anymore. Rather, it was a sense of obligation. You owed Yuanwu a lot. In fact, your entire existence. He gave you a reasons to live when you were lost, helpless and completely vulnerable. Gave you the resources. Became your mentor and only friend. If it weren't for him, you'd probably still be wandering around this shabby streets. Begging for pennies for food. Getting into fights with passersby. Sleeping covered with cardboard boxes. Or worse… You would no longer be on this world at all.

Since you protected him for so long with your body and Yuanwu had already gotten used to a walking shield around him, you couldn't just abandon him. Even if he strongly believe that he was doing great on his own.

Something could happen…

Not that you were still openly bothered about his well-being!

Since that event, you have become cold. What's more, you haven't spoken a word. You only used head movements to greet and express agreement. You stopped voicing your opinion on any topics of conversation. And in strictly business matters, requiring some kind of report or information about someone, you used documents made beforehand and directly handed to Yuanwu at the right moment.

You also rarely granted Yuanwu with a glance. For most of the time, you stared blankly into a space, looking out for some kind of threat. This was something your boss couldn't stand anymore and that's a reason why he finally broke.

At first he waited about two weeks without reacting. Since you didn't say anything, he didn't either. He thought that it was just a short phase. That it would pass soon. A teenager's rebellion.

The problem is that you were no longer a teenager.

Starting from your first meeting, you were a grown-up man who made aware decisions. And whatever Yuanwu did, whatever he hoped for, he couldn't change your feelings, behaviors or goals.

He could only try to accept them or slightly modify them. Show a different way, a different approach.

That's why, around a third week, he was the one who took the lead. He started chatting about trivial matters. Gossips from the market, stories from the gym. Things that he was already in a habit of doing. Almost as if nothing had happened.

However, that didn't help either. What's more, it even worsen the situation. You felt annoyed by his ignorance.

For a good week and a half he tried to force a chat with you. In company of a finest teas, imported from distant countries.

Corners of your mouth didn't twitch even by a millimeter by that.

Yuanwu began to miss your laughter, your smile… Your teasing, your jokes, your remarks. Your habits and weaknesses. Everything.

He began to miss you.

Moment of brokenness and weakness arrived. Yuanwu came to the conclusion that there was no point of trying and he started living as normal again.

You got surprised by his attitude. This lack of patience was definitely not in his style. But maybe you were the reason why he acted this way. Not that you had any hopes for meaning anything more to him.

After some time however he realized once again that he couldn't live without you being your actual true self. And he began to put an effort again

In quite extreme time you have already experienced many stages. Which led you to your current situation.

-Here. The one that I made when you first came to me - he said rather proudly, placing another cup of hot tea on a small wooden pallet.

You spared it only with a glance. Memories floated back, but you weren't easy to bribe. You let him sit next to you on a comfortable cushions that covered a small linen patio sofa.

Although you were not interested in the drink, some passing by bee decided to leave one of the flowers of surrounding you greenery and get closer to that sweet aroma.

Yuanwu clearly wasn't happy with this turn of events.

-I think that's enough. We should just finally make up and forget about it.

You turned to him rapidly. Moving slightly back and looking truly dumbfounded. You couldn't believe in what you were hearing.

-Don't look at me like that, just listen. We are too old to feel offended. And we've been through too much to let one minor encounter, where you got hurt, ruin it all. It's ridiculous-

You couldn't stand it. You rose from your chair and glared.

-No, you listen. You know very well that it wasn't about that meeting. Nor was it about the fact that I got wounded. More than once I got your bullets or risked my life for you. I didn't care. And I don't care. Because i love you -you spat the words through your teeth, almost reaching to the point of screaming- You know this, you always knew. But you didn't do anything about it. For so many years you gave me hope just to one day, about which I am currently doing such a fuss about according to you, took it all away from me. And you know why? I know. Because you don't care about my feelings. You never cared about them. Unless they fitted to your own idea. Unless it was convenient for -pure venom came out of your mouth- But quees what. I'm done with that. I'm done chasing you. And if you're missing anything now, it's a person completely in love with you. Who you won't get again, because you didn't want it yourself.

You almost knocked yourself out, but thanks to your determination and clenched fists, you managed to convey whole message.

Yuanwu looked at you terrified. Exactly like in that alley. You hated that.

Now it was even more clear to him that he would not get back the old, obedient version of you. That the only version he could get was the one with romantic feelings. Which could dangerously start to fade away if Yuanwu didn't get his shit together.

Annoying knocking woke you up from your afternoon nap. You growled at it displeased. Only one person knew your address. That's why you didn't even hope for the noise to die quickly.

-Coooming! - you shouted truly unwelcomingly.

You opened a door without even looking at who it was. In a hurry, you returned to your beloved bed and threw yourself on it with all the weight of your body.

As expected, Yuanwu quickly made himself comfortable. He crossed the threshold of your apartment, closed the door and looked around. This was the first time he had been here. You hadn't allowed him to help you choose a place to live previously, despite his insistent requests.

Yuanwu scanned your property with judging eyes. Apartment may have been very neat and tidy. But definitely too small for you. You would have been better at his place. He couldn't understand how you could want to move away from him.

Or rather, he didn't want to understand. But he had to. And that's why he was here.

Blue Yuanwu took off his coat and laid it gently on the couch along with his hat. Trying not to prolong, he took a heavy seat on a bed right next to you. He rested his elbows on his thighs and bent down. Admiring a wooden floor by that.

Yuanwu took a deep breath.

-Sorry. I know that I was being an… how people your age call it? An asshole?

Good start.

-Shut up, you are not that much older from me.

You playfully kicked him with your foot, turning your back to him. You settled down with your arms crossed. Trying hard to avoid his gaze. Almost pretending to be offended. Even though all your grudge from yesterday had long since passed. Finally, after so many weeks of sitting in silence and contemplating, emotions began to drain themselves away. And the last dose of them left with your confession. Which itself became some kind of cleaning ritual to you. Admitting a long-hidden secret after such a long time allowed you to experience true peace of mind.

Yuanwu snickered at your words.

-Right. I could never process this information and therefore accept it. I have always had a sense of responsibility towards you. Ever since I first saw you… With scratched face, stained clothes, and that torn olive sleeveless shirt. Despite your pitiful state, you kept hitting that boxing bag with whole heart. That impressed me. Or whatever you can call that feeling -he waved his hand after a second of doubt- You had that fierce look in your eyes. Although I have to admit that your first punches were pretty shitty-

He teased you and received a new nudge in return.

-Look, I know what you're hoping for. And you're right, I knew for a long time. After the first year of our relationship, something began to change. I didn't understand it at first. Never in my life would I think that-

He paused for a moment and, slightly stressed, began to play with his fingers.

-But then that bartender dropped a comment after you went to the bathroom. And elderly saleswomen from a market began to question the character of our relationship. Then it got to me. But I didn't do anything about it. And it's not because I don't care about your feelings. Everything I've done for these past years, I've done only for you and your happiness, you know that.

Yuanwu's voice wasn't cracking, it was well balanced and toned down as always. However, he was slowly finding it harder and harder to choose his words. Admitting the truth hurt. Not only him, but also you. But you couldn't turn around. You didn't want to look at him, you couldn't. Not now.

He lifted his gaze up toward the ceiling. Relaxed his muscles a little and, after another inhale, continued:

-But I just didn't know if I could give it to you. What you were hoping for all along. Whether I was able to return your feelings. Over time it became easier to simply pretend, to ignore. When you started talking in the alley about how you cared about me-

He hesitated for a moment.

-I couldn't let you continue. I was afraid that this would be the moment when you would finally confess your feelings to me. And I will no longer be able to pretend it's not there. Live in my perfect illusion- he snickered over a hilariousness of his persona- But it was of little use. Because it all came crashing down anyway. My perfect peace collapsed like a house of cards. And I can't be surprised. Everyone has his limits. And I abused yours all too much.

You nodded your head to yourself. You had to admit that here he was right. Nevertheless, what were you supposed to do with this information?

-Will you finally look at me? -he asked with anticipation.

You persisted unmoved.

Yuanwu merely sighed. But he didn't intend to back off. Not now. Not after all this time.

-I know I hurt your feelings a lot. But I hope you will forgive me despite everything. At least for the sake of our good old days. And if you let me- If-… If you-…. If you guide me-…. I-… -

He really couldn't get it out.

-I'll be the happiest man on earth if you teach me what it's like to love.

You immediately rose up from your place.

-Yuanwu, you don't have to-.

-But I want to. And not out of guilt. Nor do I want to bribe you to come back to me. I want to do it for myself. No matter how selfish it may sound. By those weeks when you didn't speak to me I realized -voice got caught in his throat- that I can also feel something more. And it's not just a matter of habit. I simply learned to look at you from a different perspective.

Yuanwu went breathless. He felt a sudden embrace on him. Your strong arms squeezed him tightly from behind. The feeling was so… warm. Completely different from others. From hugs of gym customers, good old friends, or mothers grateful for teaching their sons love of sport and rescuing them from a bad crowd. This gesture was marked with something special. Something like an endless longing.

-Yuanwu -you said in a serious voice, trying to cool your thoughts- I forgive you and promise to come back to you in my old version. But you really don't have to do that. I don't want you to-

Yuanwu stopped you and turned his head in your direction. Feeling his piercing gaze, you opened your eyes, which you unknowingly clenched a minutes ago. Overwhelmed by emotions.

You were now looking straight at each other, and your faces were separated just by millimeters.

-But what if I don't want the old you? What if I want to get to know the new you?

His voice suddenly became soft. Almost sweet, melodic, as if... seductive?

A spark went through your body.

In a split second, your bodies moved on their own. And your lips joined, sealing your new contract.