#and jing yuan cares his apprentice so much and wants to make him strong

[ghastigiggles]

Omg omg omg "Here comes the tickle monster" with ler!Jing Yuan and lee!Yanqing! If that's okay ofc💕

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“My lord, please, you should still be resting…”

“A little rest is good for the soul,” Jing Yuan smiled back, gazing out the window; “But too much, and one risks becoming lethargic.”

Yanqing sighed softly, his brow furrowing with worry as he gazed at the general’s back. While it was true that Jing Yuan was bouncing back well, a part of him – the part that was still attached to his mentor – still stressed over the depth of his wounds. Jing Yuan could be like a cat at the best of times, concealing facets of his health to avoid worrying those he cared for – and giving his enemies an advantage, all the same.

“... I understand,” The young warrior managed after a moment, knowing better than to push his luck too far; “In that case, if there’s anything I can do to help, please, let me be of service.”

“Hm.”

Jing Yuan turned to look down upon Yanqing, a soft smile upon his lips as he took in the boy’s worried state – and with a soft chuckle, he nodded, turning to face him fully as Yanqing perked to attention.

“There is one thing…”

Something about the general’s tone struck a memory for Yanqing, who promptly tensed – suddenly overwhelmingly glad that there were no other members of staff present in Jing Yuan’s office. As the older warrior stepped forward, he stepped back, swallowing as he realized where this was going.

“My lord…! You can’t be serious – your condition is –”

“Not severe enough to stop the tickle monster!”

In a split moment, Jing Yuan grinned and started closer, earning a yelp of alarm from Yanqing as he darted away in turn, quickly moving to stay out of reach – though he couldn’t stop the anticipatory, equally entertained smile from seizing his features, nor the squeal that escaped him when the general finally seized his target. 

“Here it comes!”

“Eeyah! Nohohoo, my - my lohord…!”

Ultimately, a little laughter was a soothing balm for both of their souls – and for those who passed by the office’s doors, pausing to smile at the muffled sounds of play within. All would be well within the Divination Commission.

#hsr tickles #jing yuan #yanqing #mine #sorry this is a lil late #also sorry that its lighter on the Content side but #i finished the final bit of luofu before starting penacony tonight #so that was still fresh in my mind and like. the best point of reference for me to work with #also my first time writing for anyone from hsr so im sorry if it feels clunky #i will find my rhythm eventually god willing #anyway did you know i love them. did you know #their dynamic as like. mentor/student but also kind of big brother/lil brother is just... #its everything to me :( yanqing cares his mentor so much and wants to make him proud #and jing yuan cares his apprentice so much and wants to make him strong #im ngl though... luofu kinda made me Sleep storywise #i felt like it dragged a bit :( which SUCKS bc the characters are great #and ill take any chance to see the stellaron hunters do funky shit. which they did manymuch of during that story #it just got overshadowed by uh. too much filler imo #belobog and (so far) penacony have felt better paced #neway im rambling sorry #enjoy the fic o7

[bitterbeanren]

Fragments of the Past

Story under the cut. Story probably has spoilers-- don’t blame me if you read it and you don’t like! Like with most of my works, I wrote it for me... I’m sharing it because some people seem to actually like my work. Blablabla self-indulgent (even if it’s depressing) blablabla self ship blabla.

This is a piece set in the same universe as my other two Honkai Star Rail stories “Moments in Time” and “Taking His Time”. However, this one is going through the point of view of Reader’s father figure. It won’t really make sense if you haven’t read “Moments in Time” but you really do not need to read “Taking His Time” for this one.

Pairing: Hints of Jing Yuan x AFAB nonbinary reader. Maybe even some possible more than friendships between their dad and a couple of other characters. wink wonk.

Author’s continued note: I’m going by the belief that Blade is Yingxing. Is he actually? I dunno. But I’m sticking with it. If you read my previous stories, that’s reader’s father figure.

I wanted to play with multiple things in this one-- spacing, the differences between long-lived and short-lived species, etc. Memory loss and pain and losing a family that you found. Oh, Kafka’s in this.

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His eyes open.

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“Master Yingxing, look what I made!”

“Wait up, Master! I’m not as fast as you!”

“You’re going to visit the swordmaster?! Can I come, please?!”

“I’m going to be just as skilled as you, one day!”

“The Imbibitor Lunae looks so pretty… I should call him by name? Because he acts funny when you do? Mister Dan Feng… Mm, got it.”

“Hey, Master? I’m… I don’t really feel like I’m a girl. Can you… stop calling me one, please?”

“Wow, Master Yingxing! That spear’s for Mister Dan Feng, right? Can I name it?!”

“Do you think that this design would work?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Dad!”

“Um, uh… Master Yingxing? Can I talk to you about something?”

“I… know you aren’t really my dad, but… you’re the closest thing I have to one.”

“If it’s alright with you… can I call you ‘Dad’ from now on?”

“Dad, Dad! Did you have a good birthday?”

“Yay! Mister Dan Feng is coming by to visit today?! I’ll make some snacks! Should I set up the tea table under the tree in the courtyard?”

“No, Dad. I’m not going to switch from swordsmithing to accessory making. That one I made for you took forever!”

“I wish… nevermind. Don’t worry about it, Dad.”

“You’re going to visit Dan Feng today? Okay! Be safe, I’ll take good care of the forge!”

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“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

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“I’m going to miss him now. It’s the same as if you were gone, but he… I don’t want him to be gone. Dan Feng matters to me too!”

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“No more secrets, okay? We’re supposed to be a team— we’re supposed to be family.”

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“Thanks for sticking by me, Dad.”

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~*~

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“Dad…!”

“…Dad?”

“You don’t… remember me anymore, do you?”

“Thank you for training me… for teaching me how to be a swordsmith. Thank you for making me my first blade. Helping me forge my own. Thank you for always being there for me and letting me be a part of your family. You always made me feel like I had somewhere where I belonged. Even though we weren’t even related by blood… Dad… I’m so sorry I wish I could help you but I can’t because I’m not good enough, not strong enough… I wasn’t ever able make you something that could actually be useful to you.”

“I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you. I love you so much, Dad.”

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“Goodbye.”

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His eyes open. Again. The monster inside him growls. You were not to pay the price. Only they knew. Imbibitor Lunae. The Swordmaster. The Swordmaster’s Apprentice.

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He blinks and you’re standing in front of him, practically bouncing on your feet. You’re not even a teenager, yet. Just a little bundle of energy.

“Can I go too, Master?! I want to play with Jing Yuan again!”

Yingxing smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. You’d only met the boy once... A month ago. And all of a sudden you couldn’t stop asking about him. It felt like it came out nowhere, but the Forge Master knew that this was just how long-lived species were. They aged so… slowly, and yet so quickly all at once. Many of them could go months or even years without contacting someone, then start talking about them like they’d just seen them the day before. Then physically, many of them aged much like a short-lived species… at least until they hit young adulthood. You would probably continue to act like a bit of a child for the next century before you mentally matured. Perhaps that was why he easily fell into the role of a parent to you rather than a mentor.

“Fine, I’ll tell Jingliu that I need to discuss supplies for the Cloud Knights… that should allow you and your friend to have a valid excuse to not be with us.”

“Yay! Thanks, Master!”

You’re excitable, cute, and smart. He can’t help but look at you like you’re his kid. He knows Jingliu doesn’t feel the same about her apprentice… still, Yingxing can tell that Jing Yuan is basically being raised by her. Jingliu has existed for hundreds of years already, but for Jing Yuan, especially in a couple of years, learning from Jingliu would have been a good chunk of the boy’s life. The reason why the woman had grown attached to Yingxing but not Jing Yuan… was because she had to hold on to Yingxing as soon as possible because soon, for her, he’d be gone.

For him, a hundred years was practically a lifetime. To them, it was a blink of an eye.

For you, the kid with a toothy smile that made the artificial sun pale in comparison, every year with Yingxing was a huge part of your currently short life.

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“Dad, I’m off to visit Yuan. I’ll be back by dinner!”

It’s after you start to call him Dad that he starts looking into becoming long-lived himself. Jingliu knows that it’s what Dan Feng and him meet up to discuss and research— once, she had dropped by unannounced, took one look at the books on Yingxing’s desk, and promptly acted like she saw nothing. When Jing Yuan later finds out what they’re planning, Liu swears Jing Yuan to secrecy. If Dan Feng and Yingxing are caught… neither the swordmaster or her protege know anything. Baiheng could never know and you could never know. This is the choice that the three of them make.

None of Yingxing’s long-lived friends say it, but they want him around for as long as possible. It’s selfish— all of them want more time. The ones who live for centuries want more time with the one who’ll only live for one.

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“Look! I designed some new armor for Yuan… do you think he’ll like it? Pfft, the guan dao you made him is way better than anything I could make. Plus… this’ll protect him when he’s in battle. Oh, I know! I should make some armor for you, too!”

Your smile is still so bright. Yingxing wants you to be able to smile like that forever.

~*~

Sometimes, Jing Yuan looks at Yingxing like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. The boy knows better than the rest of them— no matter what, this will not end well. No matter what, you will end up hurt.

But he never says anything. Never does anything. Jing Yuan stays quiet, waiting for you to realize things yourself. All that boy seems to do is wait for you to figure out things that he’s already realized himself-- be it the research that Yingxing and Dan Feng are doing, or Jing Yuan’s love for you.

When Yingxing is gone, Jing Yuan will be the one who protects you— the furnace master knows this. And, in the end, the ones who sinned were the adults, not the children. The adults knew what their choice was… and it was a selfish one.

That is why Jing Yuan is not one of the ones who should have to pay the price.

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Jingliu is the one who kills him the first time. Blade remembers the feeling of steel rending his flesh, then stitching itself back together. That was the blade he had crafted for her, and here she was… using it against him. 

He cackles. Oh, the irony.

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He can remember the Imbibitor Lunae, turning to face him with a frown. “After this, we’re even.” But… this one was not the same. This one was younger.

…Why wasn’t he there for him, at the end? Dan Feng… he should have been there for him.

If the first wasn’t able to then… This one… this one must pay for the sins of his past.

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~*~

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Inside of Blade, the monster rages.

Inside of Yingxing, a blade is worn out and cracked.

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~*~

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When he closes his eyes, he can remember a sanctuary. Maple leaves and spider lilies with the sound of laughter behind him.

Who was it, again… who was laughing?

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Who are you, again?

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~*~

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The laughter twists… It sounds like sobs. Blade can feel his flesh knitting itself back together.

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His eyes open. Again. The monster inside him watches.

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~*~

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“I don’t know you,” he says. Jing Yuan stands by your side, a hand tightly clasped with yours. “...Consider it a good thing.”

You shake your head, no. The hand you don’t have held by the Luofu’s Arbiter General reaches up to touch a... floral accessory pinned to your tunic. You grin, and Blade feels something inside him shift. The grin seems familiar, and yet... it feels wrong. “It’s okay if you don’t remember. I remember.”

Jing Yuan keeps his eyes on you. Blade doesn’t quite understand why the white-haired man is showing his weakness so carelessly. You let go of Jing Yuan’s hand, unpin the accessory from your tunic and approach him without fear, holding it out to him. Ah. A... hair stick. It’s made of steel, and in good condition from what he can see. You must be a talented artisan.

“Take it,” you tell him, eyes crinkling at the corners. For a brief moment, Blade can’t help but think that all of this feels so familiar. “It’s yours.”

Blade glances at the woman next to him. Her purple-pink eyes look sad, as though she knows something that Blade does not. “Accept it, Bladie.”

“...Fine,” he mutters, taking the hair stick from you. The moment he does, you beam at him brilliantly before turning your attention to Kafka. Blade is momentarily stunned by the sight. 

“Thank you for taking care of him, Miss Kafka,” you say to his fellow Stellaron Hunter, bowing your head in respect. “And thank you for helping arrange this meeting. I really do appreciate it.”

“Anytime, kid.”

You laugh. “I haven’t been a kid in a long time.”

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“And look what my kid made me! Aren’t they beautiful?”

Kafka holds the mara’s strings while Blade holds his gift, and for a moment, Yingxing is at peace. Then, it’s gone, and Blade watches you as you leave with Jing Yuan, smiling at the Stellaron Hunters over your shoulder.

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Seeing your smile, kind… yet sad for no reason as far as Blade knows, makes him feel uneasy. 

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Blade wishes he could remember you.

#hsr writing #hsr spoilers #self indulgent fanfic #self ship #sad fic #at least in my opinion