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shunsuiken · 4 months

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merman!jing yuan who insists on bathing you because you nursed him back to health and bathed him during the process. dragging you by your arm to a shallow area of the pool of water, you stumble in your steps, almost falling right in.

“jing yuan! easy there, boy,” you huff with a nervous smile, “you know i’m capable of bathing myself.” you hold his hands and gesture at the town in the distance. “hm, if you’re still anxious about me leaving, how about you grow your legs and accompany me at my lodging? like what you did last week!”

jing yuan doesn’t budge. his tail peeks out of the water, swooshing comically from side to side (he sort of reminds you of a dog) as he pouts. “mermen always return their favours. i will help you bathe before we return to the town.”

you nod your head enthusiastically. the bottom half of your dress is drenched by now. “y—yes, yes! but i can bathe by my-”

you are in the water.

innocent hands glide over your submerged legs, just feeling you out comforting you before he begins. “you assisted me in a time of need,” jing yuan reminds you, bringing your hand to his chest so you can feel the beat of his heart.

the heat rises straight to your cheeks.

“please let me bathe you,” he pleads in a murmur, now taking your hand up to his face so he can nuzzle his cheek into your warm and caring palm.

the merman is soft-spoken, but he’s also very aware of his own charms. the glint in his eye entices you into saying ‘yes’.

your willpower falters with every second you stare at jing yuan. such beautiful arctic hair, highlighted with soft grey undertones, a very chiseled upper body, his gentle hands that caress your thighs and that deep voice… oh dear, you can’t say no now.

“just my legs, i can take care of the rest.”

you press your palms onto the smooth pebbles beneath you when he takes one of your legs, pulling it out of the water to plant a soft kiss on the top of your foot. a whimper escapes your throat.

jing yuan’s eyes never leave yours. “what ever you wish.”

#i have no words to explain myself #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan fluff #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #jing yuan x reader fluff

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meaningofaeons · 1 year

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ emotionally unavailable

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 3.3k ⊹ notes - gn!reader (sampo, gepard), fem!reader (jing yuan, you're referred to as 'lady'), reader is emotionally constipated or just kinda stoic as the title suggests, I guess you could say tsundere?? mostly fluff -w- ⊹ part 2 here!

sorry for the delay on new writing!! honestly I've had a bit to do around the house and the inspiration hasn't been inspiring Σ(;Φ ω Φ) if you want to send in a request, feel free! I could use some new ideas ♡(ﾐ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﻌ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﾐ)ﾉ thanks for the support!

⊹ Gepard Landau

You honestly didn't have much to think about the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Aside from the due respect and mild admiration that just about everyone in Belobog held for him and his military group, you didn't have much else to say. The two of you had never even spoken.

The only connection you could possibly have to him was via his sister, Serval Landau. She was your friend (a tentative word for your situation, you surmise) and would often have him over at her store.

You also tended to lounge about the Neverwinter Workshop ("hanging out", Serval would call it, but you begged to differ), but you had never really paid him much mind, and you assumed he had paid you the same.

Serval's favorite nickname for you is "lounging stray" due to the way you came in and out as you pleased, staying only for food and rest when it was available.

The most you recall interacting with the imposing man was a hesitant wave when he had entered the shop while Serval was out.

After all, it would have been quite rude to completely ignore him—though, honestly, you never cared much for politeness, so you had always mulled that incident over in your head. Why had you greeted him?

About a week later, you were mildly surprised to see a bouquet of flowers in Serval's hands from Eversummer Florist.

It wasn't exactly an unusual assumption to make that the down-to-earth rock-and-roll enthusiast would have her share of admirers, but they were typically more forthcoming with their affections from what you'd observed.

But then, upon spotting you, she promptly shoved them into your arms, announcing that they had been addressed to you, not her.

You hadn't felt your face shift that much in years, nor had you ever experienced that level of shock before.

"Looks like someone has a secret admirer," Serval touted, tuning her guitar on the side with a smirk playing on her lips. Her tone was drawn out, knowing, as if this were some elaborate prank she was in on.

"Wow, Ball Peonies, even? What an expensive spread! Lucky Y/N!"

You didn't even spare her a glance as you took your usual seat in her workshop, thumbing one of the petals with mildly intrigued contemplation.

In your rush to lounge about the workshop and ignore your friend's loud teasing, you failed to notice Gepard at his sister's side, nor the way his ears turned red and he hurried to hush Serval.

"I don't get it," you murmured at last, both siblings' heads whipping over to you. "I don't talk to anyone. Except you, that is."

"Well, I didn't send them. Sorry, my little stray, but as much as I adore you, it's not in that way!"

You gave Serval an unamused raise of your brow, then huffed, mumbling a 'whatever' as you lay on the windowsill in the corner of the shop.

However, that pair of blue eyes sneakily noted that your attention was still taken with the flowers, far from your usual routine of pulling out your phone to scroll.

Eventually, you held them on your chest, deigning to stare out the window as you began drifting off into a half-conscious nap. Your rest, however, was awoken by the sound of loud whispering. Serval noticed the unimpressed look on your face and laughed, clapping her hands together before patting Gepard on the back, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. His face was bright red.

"Well, I gotta head out and run some errands! Keep Y/N company for me, huh, Geppie? They can get lonely."

You chose to ignore that last bit, raising your hand and waving at your friend who practically flew out the door.

An awkward silence settled over the room, which miffed you a bit. What did you have to feel awkward about? This had happened before with other people.

Even then, you weren't keen on breaking it. It seemed the Captain had other plans, though.

"Um..." Gepard spoke up from across the workshop, standing just a bit uncomfortably as he shifted from foot to foot. You glanced over your shoulder at him from where you lay, waiting for him to speak. "Sorry about Serval. She can be a bit much."

"I know," you replied simply, unable to meet his eye for some reason. "I'm in here a lot."

"I know," Gepard echoed. Then, his face went back to tomato-red. "Um, I mean, I see you around a lot in here whenever I visit. Not that I'm intentionally staring at you, or anything of that sort! I just notice—"

"It's okay, I got what you meant."

"Right! Right." The Captain shut himself up, thorough mortification making its way back to his face as he scratched the back of his neck. "S-Sorry, uh, for rambling."

"It's fine."

Well, this was getting painful.

You stunned yourself momentarily when you opened your mouth to speak back first.

"So, uh... How's being Captain and everything?" you murmured, almost too quiet for Gepard to hear. When he realized you had spoken first, his face brightened just a bit, though he still appeared to be fighting the humiliation off his face from his earlier verbal blunder.

"Well, how much would you like to hear about?"

You shrugged. "Anything, I guess. Got any cool stories from the front lines?"

The blonde man smiled, taking the chance to tentatively move closer, pulling over Serval's stool and taking a seat.

"Well..."

About ten minutes later, Serval had decided to spare her poor brother from any more awkwardness, completely sure that the workshop would be thick with silence due to his bashfulness and your nonchalance.

To her surprise, though, she heard muffled voices from within. Serval opened the door as carefully and quietly as she could, peeking her head in just enough to see a sight she never thought she'd see.

You were smiling, even laughing a bit, engaging in conversation about Gepard's duties and your own daily activities (even if there were little of those) from your place on the sill. Her brother seemed to be enjoying himself too, gesturing with his hands as he talked up his own underlings' achievements in battle.

The eldest Landau watched for only a moment longer before shutting the door softly.

"I should go get something to eat... give them a little space."

⊹ Jing Yuan

You liked to call your relationship to the General of the Luofu strictly professional at most.

To call it anything more, in your mind, would be disrespect of the highest order to the man who has defended the fleet for centuries.

Besides, you didn't know if you were exactly capable of anything beyond that. Even your limited friends agreed that you were just about as stoic as one could get.

You frequently heard of their debates with other workers within the Seat of Divine Foresight even as you worked—who was more difficult to approach, you or the General himself?

You scoffed to yourself whenever your so-called "friends" argued that you were, in fact, harder to speak to.

What's so wrong with being professional? If anything, you should be telling them off for gossiping in the workplace.

Still, you couldn't exactly argue with them.

Being the right-hand of the General was enough for you to learn his mannerisms even over a short time, though now, after serving at his side for several decades, you could confidently say he was far less intimidating than everyone made him out to be.

Not that you cared, of course. Strictly professional, you told yourself. His mannerisms had nothing to do with you unless they affected work.

Even with your indifference, though, the General was being... odd lately.

Jing Yuan let out an unabashed yawn as he slumped into his chair, tugging at his hair as he polished off the last of his paperwork.

For once, you thought to yourself with a huff of amusement, going through your own papers at an impressive speed. Read, approve or deny, sign, move on.

Considering he hadn't skimped on his own work, there was no real reason for you to be giving yourself early onset carpal tunnel as you typically did, but you figured it would be best to finish the work as soon as possible anyhow.

It meant less work tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that, for not only you but the other Luofu staff as well.

"...ey."

Your brain tuned out all other noise as you moved past yet another proposal, flicking to the next page of your increasingly shrinking stack.

"Lady Y/N. Hello?"

You ignored the growling within your stomach. After this is done, you thought to yourself, I'll treat myself to a meal at home.

"Lady Y/N."

You jumped nearly ten feet out of your seat at the low voice whispering in your ear, clapping a hand over the side of your head as red-hot mortification set in. You glanced to your side to spot the culprit—none other than your General, Jing Yuan.

Had he just whispered into your ear?! The feeling of his warm breath still lingered.

"General!" you shouted, taking a deep breath as you tried to reel back your attitude and present yourself with decorum, as always. "I am working on these proposals, so if you could please refrain from pulling pranks, it would be much appreciated."

Jing Yuan gave you a wry smile, raising his hands innocently.

"Is part of your job description not answering to me?" he asked unfeignedly, golden eyes twinkling. "I called your name about ten times."

"Well, yes, but..." You raised a brow a moment later. "Surely not ten. I heard my name a total of twice."

"So you were listening." You heaved a sigh. Ever stubborn, he was. "Does that mean you were consciously ignoring me? My, the gall, Lady Y/N."

"Not at all, General," you assured. "Only absorbed in my duties. Now, do you need something of me?"

Jing Yuan tapped his chin, settling into the seat next to you and stretching out. He didn't get too comfortable, though, you discerned. Was he planning to head out for the night?

"Well, yes, I suppose I do. I'm sure you'll only listen if it's a direct order from me, after all."

"Of course, General. I am at your beck and call." He chose to ignore the edge of sarcasm in your voice as you resumed your proposals, trying to finish as many as you could before he announced his task.

"Lady Y/N, I'd be delighted if you would join me for a meal. Anywhere of your choosing, and it will be my treat."

"Right, of course. It will be done, General," you mused half-heartedly, before your froze in your tracks, hand stilling midway through a signature. "...Wh—"

"Fantastic. Then I will await you at the door," Jing Yuan smiled again, and you felt yourself welling up with exasperation at the cockiness displayed in it. "Please don't keep me waiting too long, Lady Y/N. Those proposals can always wait one more day, but I am short on time myself."

You were about ready to protest, dropping your pen as you nearly rose to your feet. Your face was hot.

"General, I—!"

"You wouldn't think of backing out after agreeing so openly, would you?" the white-haired man teased, and then, after contemplating for a moment, he held out a hand. "In fact, why don't we depart right now? Just so I can be sure you won't get absorbed in doing more advance work."

He had completely trapped you. You furrowed your brow in disbelief, and then heaved a deep, long sigh. Finally, after leaving him to stand and await your decision for just a few moments longer, you took his hand.

"Very well. But General, if I may..."

"Of course, my dear."

You flushed again, but remained steadfast in your words.

"To make up for this trickery, please do not skip out on your paperwork again."

Jing Yuan's low, rumbly laughter caused you to look away, lest your feelings show on your face. He still did not let go of your hand.

"I suppose that is only fair. You have a deal, Lady Y/N."

⊹ Sampo Koski

You would be completely remiss to allow anyone to refer to you and Sampo as acquaintances, much less friends.

Although the two of you had grown up fairly close, he allowed you no clemency from his constant scams.

It turned into more of a game for him as time passed, though—your natural stoicism and good head on your shoulders didn't allow any of his jabs or tricks to pull through.

That was perhaps what kept him stuck like glue to your side all these years, though... The fact that you were the one person he couldn't quite swindle.

Not that he actually wanted to, anyhow.

As much as Sampo was a slimy businessman in the eyes of pretty much everyone, he didn't seek a profit from someone as close as you. Well, not unless he did you a favor first, of course, but that's basic reciprocation.

You, on the other hand, found yourself perplexed as of late.

Sure, you had known Sampo for practically your whole life, but getting close to someone or being close by birth didn't make you any less inclined to cut them off if they interfered with your life to a degree that you found to be annoying.

You enjoyed the predictable, the mundanity of your daily life working as a trainee doctor under Natasha. You didn't need anyone in your life who might throw a wrench into the ordinary you currently enjoyed.

So why was Sampo the exception?

It was a fairly typical, ordinary, boring evening when you walked into the clinic—12am sharp, just as Natasha had requested of you. You were frankly quite lucky that she didn't ask more of you, but you supposed she was already pushing her own ability to ask favors of you by requesting you watch the overnight patients while she rested.

You didn't mind, of course. You'd always been a bit of a night owl, especially with the somewhat perpetual darkness of the Underworld thanks to Belobog looming over top of you.

Not to mention, you and Sampo had always spent most of your time together in the evenings anyways, the nighttime routine well suited to both of your sleeping schedules.

You felt a twinge of annoyance shoot through you at the thought of the blue haired man, and quickly placed a hand to your forehead between bandage changings for the patient on the table.

There he was again. Sampo, Sampo, Sampo!

Though you could usually push him out of your mind without a second thought, it was beyond you why he was suddenly popping into your brain more nowadays.

Sometimes it was a mere, 'I wonder what Sampo is up to right now. Not more trouble, I hope.'

Sometimes it was something more bordering worry, and those passing thoughts irritated you the most. What did you care? If he got hurt, it would likely be justified in the wake of one of his scams.

You could rationalize those ideas with the notion of not wanting more work at the clinic should he get injured, but even that was weak. Sampo deigned to avoid Natasha for his own wounds, not wanting to burden the leader of Wildfire, likely more out of fear than actual selflessness.

Still, though—

"Heeeey, Y/N! Miss me?"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"What do you want, Koski?" Your tone was flat, not even sparing him a glance as you moved to your next patient. Changing bandages again, a simple routine that could hopefully keep your mind occupied this time.

"So cold..." You could hear the beginnings of a pout on his lips, finding yourself sighing irritably. "I came to see you, after all!"

Your hands paused for a moment, stilling. A minute tremble in his voice. You whipped your head around to focus your sharp eyes on him, and he winced back, his typical happy-go-lucky smile faltering.

"H-Hey, what's the matter? Helping Miss Nat out with some late night patients aga—"

"Show me," you ordered, finishing the bandage you were currently on and standing up, moving towards Sampo with your arms crossed. He backed up, hands raised in surrender.

"Whaddya mean, I'm— Ouch!"

The conman couldn't help the yelp he let out when his back made contact with the wall, wincing painfully as his wound hit the hard surface. You raised a brow, unimpressed.

"Shirt off, Sampo Koski. Now."

"Woah, woah, at least take me to dinner first!"

Your glare worsened into something stormy as you pointed at the chair nearby.

"Sit down, shirt off, now. Don't make me repeat myself again."

With the face of a wounded puppy, Sampo slunk over to the chair, doing as you asked. He hissed through his teeth as the cloth of his outerwear dragged against the wound, the layers giving way to a deep trio of gashes on the skin of his back. Even with all your medical training, you found yourself cringing at the sight.

"So, Doc, what's the prognosis?" the man laughed weakly, still trying with his jokes even through his pain.

When you remained quiet, his smile fell, and he turned to look at you. If it were anyone else, you might've mistaken that frown for concern.

"Y/N? You... okay?"

"Be quiet," you huffed out at last, grabbing your rolling table of medical supplies and bringing it around, pulling out a chair as you began to inspect the wounds. "What was it this time?"

"Ah, you know, same old, same old! Just some disgruntled robots, not too keen on letting me make a profit with their buddy's parts!"

"You're an idiot."

The usual Sampo would've shot back with some witty or flirty one-liner that was sure to earn him a smack over the head, but when he heard the slight tremble to your voice, he decided it'd be best to keep his mouth shut for now.

"This'll sting. Don't shout, or you'll wake the other patients."

He bit his lip, expecting a harsh serving of antiseptic, but your hands were... gentler this time. You tenderly cleaned the wound with a water-soaked cloth, and though it did sting a bit, it was far nicer than your usual tough treatments from the ire he earned getting injured all the time.

Soon after, he felt you gently patting the wound down with a soft towel, bandages following soon after that you reached around his torso to wrap around him.

Then, you reached for the pack of painkillers.

Sampo was quick to laugh nervously, pushing the pack away when you held it out to him along with a glass of water.

"Hey, hey! Thanks, Y/N, but I really shouldn't be using Miss Natasha's painkillers. Besides, with how sweetly and tenderly you just patched me up, I'm feeling better already!" he fake-swooned, clasping his hands together like a maiden in love to ham up his act.

You were far from impressed.

"You're a bad liar, Sampo Koski," you scoffed, shoving the water and pills past his defensive hands. "Take it. I can't convince you to stay here and actually rest for a change, so it's the least you can do."

When he still looked apprehensive, you swallowed your pride, lowering your gaze and averting your eyes as your face went just the tiniest bit pink.

"...For me."

Sampo honestly thought he misheard you for a moment, but he finally, hesitantly, took the medicine you offered. You led him over to the door, and he laughed breathlessly, finally giving you another smile as he shrugged his shirt and coat back on.

"All right, all right. I'll get out of your hair, and take these. Just for you."

The conman cackled and ran all the way down the alleyways as you shouted after him, fist raised. Once he had disappeared, though, you let it fall to your side, sighing again.

This time, there was a hint of fondness... but that was something else you would be remiss to admit to.

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tamrielic · 2 days

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feeling super duper soft and clingy today so i’m just imagining the various ways jing yuan kisses.

he’s absolutely devoted; think gomez and mortician addams. and while those two usually are, uh, very enthusiastic, jing yuan would take a more... relaxed approach. he’d gently take you by the hands and pull you closer before lifting one of your hands up to his lips and while maintaining eye contact, his golden eyes adoring and sparkling with amusement, he’d press a kiss to each finger before trailing soft kisses down your arm and up to your shoulder, finishing by nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck with a contended hum.

but also... kisses that are in the heat of the moment, when he’s got you pinned on his bed, his frame over yours, your hands pinned to the bed on either side of your head. he’s peppering your face with kisses, murmuring soft praises against your skin as he moves down to your jawline, his kisses getting hungrier. he’ll press slow kisses along the column of your throat, perhaps leaving a few faint love bites in the process, his tongue soothing over the marks.

speaking of; he absolutely worships you. he will gladly take his time, making sure to kiss every single inch of skin on your body, lingering to pay special attention to whichever parts you’re most insecure about. it isn’t even sexual sometimes, sometimes he just desperately want to worship his one and only, and all it will lead to is cuddling and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

he absolutely never leaves your presence without stepping close and gently tilting your chin up to brush his lips against yours softly, smiling into the kiss and lingering for a moment before pulling away and going about his business after murmuring a quiet “i love you”.

i could go on and on and on but, ugh, this man is one thousand percent his significant other’s biggest simp and he certainly isn’t ashamed to show it. thanks for coming to my tedtalk; i hope my silly little words made you smile!!! ‹𝟹

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maopll · 1 year

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I have a request!! AHEM (fluff) rainy days w/ blade or jing yuan or dan heng or all three if you can 🥺✨ THANK U 🫶

— UNDER THE RAIN : #honkai star rail !

⌗:, a/n: first hsr request!! my favourite trio

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:,pairings: blade, jing yuan & dan heng w/ gn!reader

— BLADE

Relaxing and having fun are two verbs which do not exist in his dictionary. He may be stoic all the time but just like any ordinary being he also wishes, no, yearn to be with you. To melt in your arms, away from the worries and darkness of the world.

"Blade, look ! it's raining. " you two were currently on a mission. The streets at the moment were empty so for two wanted people it was safe, for now. He humed looking at the sky "we should get a nearby shelter. It is poring outside" and just as he was about to find one, you pulled his arms and led him into the rain. "oh come one we don't get opportunities like this. Streets empty, and a rainy day." He loved you from deep within but showing those affections in the right way were a task for him. However, you bright smile in this dark world were a beacon of light for him.

A smile escaped from his lips, a pure smile and lovesick eyes. He held you hands and said "since you asked for it, stay close to me darling". Romancing with you freely without any worries seemed like a far fetched dream but what he wouldn't do to relive these again.

— JING YUAN

It was a holiday and surprisingly the General was not running to and fro and was comfortably dozing off on your lap. The sky was overcast with dark clouds and thunder could be heard off in the distance. Rain wasn't really a common occurrence in the Luofu but you couldn't really ignore the skip of your heart. Dancing and playing in the rain were your favourite activities. Jing Yuan noticed your longing eyes "if you really want to go outside then you should do it. " to which you replied "oh well I can't waltz by myself now I'll need someone to accompany me" "I'd rather sleep" now you knew your greatest weapon against him was puppy eyes. He begrudgingly agreed to your whims.

The rain started, and he did not like getting soaked wet, and he truly wanted to go inside but your enthusiastic smile were priceless. He didn't really have the heart to tell you to go back just because he didn't like the rain. Afterall rain like these were indeed few and far in-between.

You twirled and followed the footsteps of your lover, the pure look of adoration on his eyes and the dreamy scene was enchanting. Oh, how much he would travel galaxies just to make memories with his love.

— DAN HENG

He barely shows few emotions but with you and his family he feels one and whole. The sky was grey indicating a downpour and the streets were soon starting to get emptied because of the incoming rain. You lover as usual was going through research papers and telegraph which go into detail about the opponents found in the present planet.

The weather soon started to get cold enough and what better way to get warm other than your own boyfriend hugging you close and cuddling you until you get warm and snuggled good. "um babe don't you think it's quite cold now?" "well it is indeed cold dear" "so I'm cold right?" "grab a blanket then". Sometimes he acts as if he doesn't understand what you are trying to hint at but today it was especially quite cold because of the rain. " *sigh* fine fine I'll join you" you did you happy dance of victory and got ready to cuddle him.

He pulled you close to his chest and patted your head. The patter of rain and the soft heartbeat of your lover lulled you to sleep.The warmth only further had you drift off into slumber. He kissed you on the forehead. "goodnight my star" and also let sleep take over his form.

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miyaur · 1 year

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a slice of life. ❀ ft. hsr + genshin men — synopsis. just little scenarios that have happened to me with this one guy that i think they'd do<3 — notes. wtv the synopsis thing said!! i just think how these little scenarios went down in real life was so cute that i wanted to write something about it!! — heads up. hopeless romantic thoughts, these can be simple situations, but when i word it out, it becomes overly romantic. thats the warning yes, btw modern au!

・ you can't help but feel bored in class, watching the clock go 'tick-tock! tick-tock! tick-tock!'. your pretty seatmate just happens to be taking notes as the teacher discussed about something.. tapping his shoulder, he looks to you, blinking a few times in confusion. you give a cheeky smile and gesture you want to draw something, your ball pen in the air trying to write out words, blinking a few times again, he lends you his empty hand. looking back in confusion, realizing he wants you to draw on his hand. you do it with an enthusiastic look, leaning your chairs closer together, to get a closer look and tattoo his hand like an artist. as he tried to listen more to the discussion, he can't help but let a chuckle out at your happy expression as you drew stars, cats, and what not on his hand. and 'till class ends, he walks to the canteen with you on his other arm, and the other with doodles all over, out in the open for his friends to see.

dan heng, al haitham, xiao, zhongli, caelus, aether, arlan, albedo, chongyun, kazuha, more utc.

・kind of guy to pick things up for you that fell off your seat, even if you didn't notice it, and you don't have to ask him.

zhongli, dan heng, caelus, diluc, bennett, gorou, welt yang, yanqing, thoma

・keeps the doodles you give him in class.

dan heng, albedo, xingqiu, chongyun, venti, diluc, arlan, gepard

・let's you play with his hair on breaks/whenever, doesn't fix it 'till hours later

jing yuan, blade, diluc, albedo, cyno, gepard, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, dainsleif

・ your eyes slowly closed, giving in to the drowsiness that you were gifted due to staying up for the test in the last afternoon. your seatmate beside you, he notices about 15 minutes later, instead of informing your professor, he put his jacket on you, and started jotting notes down. and once the expected pop quiz appeared, he'd lightly shake you, whispering that there's an activity, and telling about the topic while the professor finishes the small review for the quiz. "i'll let you copy my notes later, ok? this topic is easy, don't worry, remember to not overthink." he says, giving you a piece of paper. "i wasn't even really supposed to take notes honestly, but i know you love to take notes, so i wrote stuff down about the topic in my notebook, just in case you wanted."

dan heng, dainsleif, zhongli, xiao, blade, yanqing, gepard

・listens intently when you really wanna talk about something, gives serious advice back, or just comforts you, whatever you want.

dainsleif, dan heng, jing yuan, kaeya, zhongli, tighnari, ayato

・"take your jacket off! it's gym class you're gonna get sweaty!" x *takes jacket off

dan heng, caelus, albedo, al haitham, zhongli, baizhu, xiao, kazuha

・if you're busy and can't hold something that you need, he'll hold it for you, 'till you aren't busy looking for something in your bag.

dainsleif, zhongli, al haitham, yanqing, gepard, jing yuan, albedo, tartaglia

・ you sat beside him at the cafeteria, fiddling with your thumbs because you didn't have enough money to buy lunch, nor did you get time to pack your lunch and bring it to school, so your stomach growled. sitting beside someone with luxurious food prepared by his hands, and the delicious aroma that circled around you didn't help, all you could do was look at his food. delicately prepared, sighing in defeat and banging your head on the table. "you want something?" he asked when you faced him and his lunch. "i'm sorry, i can't help but look at your lunch, i haven't packed anything, and i haven't got any money, my stomach is roaring at this point too." leaning your head on his shoulder, "how about we share? i don't mind, just as long as you have energy for the next class. so you don't fall asleep again." cutting back to present time, still in the cafeteria, leaning your head on his shoulder as he feeds himself and you, he never fully finishes his lunch anyway.

dan heng, caelus, blade, yanqing, welt yang, zhongli, diluc, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, gepard

・if you ask for something that's really deep inside his bag, no matter what time it'd be, class time or break time, he'll find it, no matter how many times you ask, he'll get it.

zhongli, caelus, al haitham, welt yang, jing yuan, tighnari

・sitting beside each other on the bleachers after class, or during an event, no reason, just leaning your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. in silence.

dan heng, blade, tartaglia, thoma, jing yuan, heizou, xiao, wanderer, aether, welt yang, gepard, al haitham

・being the only two doing a chemistry group project, the other members doing nothing, while you both fully enjoyed making the project together and making sure the others that didn't help get points

welt yang, il dottore, albedo, al haitham, kaveh, tighnari

・just sitting by each other on a bench in a park. a quiet park, where you both held hands, and bonding over the opposite music tastes you both have. and after 30 minutes or so pass, deciding to get matching ice popsicles on a stick together, just walking and having fun. even an old couple complimenting you both make a great couple <3

dan heng, caelus, welt yang, jing yuan, al haitham, zhongli, diluc, gepard, honestly any1 i love tis one sm

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Could you write hsr men (any) with a herrscher of flamescion like s/o? I know you already did it with Kiana so maybe you could focus on the abilities like you did with HoT? Im only suggesting tho

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A/N: I absolutely love this idea and hope I did okay with it. Thank you for the request!<33

Featured characters: Jing Yuan, Blade, Yanqing

Content: Fluff, established relationship, HoF reader, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Jing Yuan

He's definitely impressed by your abilities and loves watching you use them, especially against him. He likes to train with you, knowing that you are strong enough to even withstand him, which makes him just more infatuated with you.

He loves your outfit and likes telling you that often. Don't be surprised, when you see his eyes wander, though it's all with good intentions. He's just so fascinated with everything about you.

Jing Yuan definitely keeps notes on how your abilities function and often asks you questions about it. He uses it as an excuse to spend even more time with you, just so you can show him your fire powers and greatsword. He's just really proud of having you and loves making everyone know about it. So the more he knows, the more he can talk about you.

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》Blade

Your abilities are one of the main things he loves about you. Your sheer power on the battlefield is impressive next to his and you two are truly an unbeatable duo. He loves the rush he gets by fighting next to you.

He likes seeing your cute Herrscher outfit and will shamelessly let his eyes wander. He doesn't care if you catch him or not, you are his after all. Your flames are even able to warm his cold, dead heart and he loves you for it. Even if he never admits it out loud.

He likes to know the most important things about your abilities, mainly so he'll know how to best utilise them with you during battle. Sometimes he'll even polish your greatsword for you, making sure it's spotless for his dear lover. Watching you destroy everything in your path with your flames makes him feel so giddy and in love. You truly do unspeakable things with him.

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》Yanqing

He's really enthusiastic and excited, when it comes to knowing more about your abilities and power. He'll listen to everything you tell him intently, mentally storing every little crumb of information in his mind about you.

He'll find your outfit cool and interesting, often asking you about it's uses and practicalities. He's just so curious, he can't help but want to know everything he can.

And then there is your greatsword, which is arguably the best part about your abilities to him. He'll definitely want to hold it and inspect every inch of it closely. He especially loves watching the flames dance off it's blade, when you fight. He's honestly just whipped for you and your abilities.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

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DAMN OMG I LOVED THE HSR BOYS TAKE CARE OF PREGNANT READER CAN YOU LIKE DO A PART 2 WHERE THE READER GIVES BIRTH OR SUM... also im the one who req that im so happi omfg like damn dan heng got me giggling and shi kicking my feet blushin screaming LIKE TYSM FOR DOING MY REQ DAGDSGHAHSDHH TYSM OMG THANK YOUU ALSO I HOPE YOU REST WELL TOO TAKE BREAKS FROM WRITING REQS FROM EVERYONE EVERY SO OFTEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

Heck yes I can!! Thank you so so SO much, I’m so excited to work on this one!

I promise to take breaks for you!! And I’ll take care of myself!!!

Cw! Pregnancy

-Honkai Star Rail men, when the baby is born-

Part two to this post.

Dan Heng: Dan Heng was anxious. Very anxious. So anxious the doctors had to kick him out of your hospital room, so he was stuck pacing outside and waiting with the rest of the Astral Express crew while you went into labor.

Finally, Finally after what seems like an eternity, he’s welcome back into the room with you, and his new baby. Oh, he’s just so in awe. It’s his baby, and you, and you’re holding your baby so sweetly and lovingly, and you’re clearly the perfect parent for his child. You look up at him, ask if he wants to hold them, and when he nods, he takes the baby in his arms and feels all the love in the world rush through him.

His baby.

He would do anything to protect you, and his baby, and he tells you that right there.

“I know,” you chuckle, watching with love as Dan Heng cradles your baby so, so gently, considering the warrior he was.

Jing Yuan: it’s like he could sense when the baby was coming. He was beginning to take days off, like he knew any day it was time. And that proved prudent, because you happened to go into labor on one of his days off. Way to be, General.

Yanqing comes with him to be moral support, and it was the first time in his life he’d ever seen the General look a little…shaken and anxious, especially when he was asked to wait outside while you were in labor.

But he does as he’s told, chatting mindlessly with Yanqing as he waits anxiously to hear some good news. And finally he’s invited back into the room. He steps in, with that warm smile on his face, and he looks at you holding his baby and his chest heats up. You look so, so wonderful. Exhausted, but wonderful. And he gratefully holds his baby, sings softly to them, promises them the world. He’s just…such a great father. It was meant to be, really.

Sampo Koski: (if he even shows up to the birth lolol) Sampo still didn’t want to be a father. When he gets the call that you’re in labor, he considers not even going. But he knows better than to just…abandon you like that, especially because he wants to keep you, so he hesitantly shows up, and waits outside while you’re in labor.

And when it’s finished, he steps through the door and…has to admit…his baby is pretty cute, and the way you’re cradling them with so much love does something to melt his heart.

When you ask him if he wants to hold his baby, he surprises you by saying yes. He does his best to be gentle. But he’s a dangerous man, holding a baby. Still. You’re not worried. You can already tell Sampo’s warming up to the idea of having a child, and by the way he’s talking to his baby you can tell they’re going to be fast friends.

Blade: Blade really has no idea what to do or say when you go into labor. Kafka comes with him to be his moral support, but he doesn’t talk to her or Anything, just stares quietly at your hospital door.

When the baby is born, he’s welcomed into the room, and you immediately, excitedly ask if he wants to hold his baby, despite your exhaustion you seem really enthusiastic. He wants to say no at first. A dangerous man like him shouldn’t hold a baby. But this is his child, and he knows he should…he really should. So he hesitantly takes the baby from your arms, and cradles them in his.

You see his face soften, ever so subtly, before he hastily hands the baby back to you, thanking you for letting him hold it.

Luocha: can’t be forced to leave your side while you’re in labor, regardless of what the doctors say. He’s there the entire time, in the room with you, letting you squeeze his hand.

However when the baby is born, Luocha…surprises you. You of course ask if he wants to hold the baby, and to your shock, he says No. He’s content to just…stand at your bedside and look at you holding his baby. It’s concerning, to say the least. You had your suspicions that Luocha didn’t actually want to be a father, and this was just another nail in the coffin (lol, get it?). You really wished you could’ve seen inside his head that day. See what he was really thinking when he gently refused to hold his child. But Luocha is still a mystery to you sometimes, and if he doesn’t want you to know what’s going on in his head, then you’re definitely not learning it anytime soon.

Gepard Landau: Gepard was busy working when he got the call that you were in labor. The Silvermane guards have Never seen their captain move that fast before. He dropped everything and joined you at the hospital immediately, just barely making it for the birth. Gepard cries a bit when he sees you holding his child, and he nods eagerly when you ask him if he wants to hold his baby.

He’s so gentle. The stern captain of the Silvermane guards, holding his baby. It’s really amazing. He’s crying the entire time, gently and subtly, but still crying and it’s so sweet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. He brings your baby back to you, plants a kiss on your forehead, and then pushes his forehead to yours, thanking you profusely.

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title: a dagger's embrace pairing(s): jing yuan/reader warnings: angst, slow burn, violence, hurt/comfort, manipulation, suggestive themes. word count: 8.7k

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CHAPTER 06

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"What are you doing here, Jing Yuan?"

Your voice wavered, as you confronted Jing Yuan. Your heart pounded within your chest like a resounding war drum, beset by confusion and astonishment at his unexpected appearance before you. The notion of why he had chosen this precise moment to manifest remained elusive. He stood there, an embodiment of commanding grace, a signature smile adorning his lips, as if he held all the secrets of the world.

With a casual wave of his hand, he greeted you, though the nonchalant gesture did little to quell the emotions stirring within you.

"I am here to visit my fiancée. Am I not allowed?" he replied, his tone light and playful, yet an undercurrent of determination gleamed in his gaze as he took a step closer to your table.

The audible gasps from the women surrounding you were undeniable, forming a hushed symphony of admiration that accompanied Jing Yuan's presence wherever he traversed. Though you could not see their faces, you could sense the collective awe that enveloped them. For many, he was not merely a military icon but a man emanating captivating charisma and allure. It was not every day that one had the privilege of encountering the notable General, and thus, the air shimmered with excitement and fascination.

An electric energy charged the atmosphere, drawing all eyes irresistibly toward him. Jing Yuan exuded a magnetic force, his presence captivating and enigmatic, leaving the women around you unquestionably starstruck.

As Jing Yuan reaches you, his presence seems akin to an unexpected stroke of fortune within your carefully orchestrated scheme. Surrounded by the estate's opulence and grandeur, a surge of satisfaction washed over you. Your assumption that your recent absence might have impacted him in some way appeared to be validated by his unanticipated visit.

The subtle curl of pride gracing your countenance as your meticulously laid plan began to bear fruit. The intricate pieces of your game aligned seamlessly, and the prospect of gradually dismantling Jing Yuan's defenses and drawing him closer to you no longer felt like an elusive dream but a tangible possibility. This opportunity allowed you to move through his life, inching closer to fulfilling your ultimate mission.

Nonetheless, beneath the allure of success, a connotation of unease remained ever-present. You were acutely aware of the great importance your ultimate mission held and the necessity for measured and cautious steps. The path you traversed was rife with risks and uncertainties, yet the promise of what awaited at its conclusion stoked the fires of your determination.

"Greetings to you, General Jing Yuan.”

The guest's enthusiastic greeting to Jing Yuan resonated through the place, drawing him nearer to you as he stood tall and self-assured behind your seat.

"Greetings to all of you as well, beautiful ladies," he replied with a gracious smile, his voice smooth and inviting, carrying a chivalrous charm that seemed to envelop those around him.

The air subtly shifted with his presence,seizing everyone's attention akin to a gravitational pull.. His regal demeanor and striking features made him an arresting sight, a man who effortlessly stood out in any gathering. An undeniable allure surrounded him, an aura of power and sophistication that left an indelible impression on all those fortunate enough to encounter him.

Fascinated and amused, you observed the effect he had on the women present. Their reactions ranged from gasps of surprise to sighs of admiration, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself at their overt infatuation with the Jing Yuan. It was no surprise; after all, his countenance transcended mere attractiveness, possessing a captivating handsomeness that left people spellbound.

Amongst the ladies, a distinct squeal of delight echoed, a clear testament to the impact he had on them. You couldn't fault them for being enamored by his charm; it was a trait he wielded effortlessly, effortlessly winning hearts wherever he went.

As their attention remained enthralled by Jing Yuan, you took a moment to appreciate the scene unfolding before you. The pavilion shimmered with an intangible energy, an atmosphere charged with admiration and excitement. Yet, amidst the crowd, Jing Yuan's gaze remained fixed on you, his customary smile creeping his face, as if he knew the effect he had on others but reserved his most genuine attention for you.

“Apologies for the abrupt intrusion upon your teatime, but if I may be so bold, would you kindly grant me a moment with my fiancée?" Jing Yuan's soft and courteous tone left you with a tilt of your head as you listened attentively.

His unexpected request to borrow you momentarily caught you off guard, yet you maintained composure, refraining from speaking and simply allowing him to engage with the esteemed ladies around.

The women, clearly charmed by his presence, eagerly granted their approval, assuring him that such a favor need not be asked for.

"Certainly, General! You may borrow Lady (Name) without hesitation. There's no need to ask," one of them exclaimed with excitement.

Jing Yuan acknowledged their agreement with a smile and a nod of thanks, yet his eyes remained on you. It was as if he sought your permission, not merely to observe propriety, but because he genuinely valued your consent.

With a simple nod in response to his unspoken request, you gracefully rose from your seat, feeling a curious mix of anticipation and intrigue. The esteemed ladies smiled knowingly, understanding that there was a deeper connection between you and Jing Yuan than met the eye.

"I will return at a later time. I intend to have a brief conversation with Jing Yuan," you communicated, "Should you require any assistance, please feel free to summon aid."

Suyin, in particular, flashed you a meek smile and waved, and you couldn't help but pause for a moment, meeting her gaze with a hint of uncertainty. However, you quickly turned away, knowing that your private conversation with Jing Yuan required your immediate attention.

Once you had distanced yourselves adequately from the teatime gathering, you and Jing Yuan embarked on a search for a suitable location for this discreet tête-à-tête. The estate's opulent halls offered many possibilities, yet you both sought a place where you could converse candidly without the risk of prying eyes or ears.

The atmosphere seemed to thicken with each step, the anticipation between you becoming palpable. As you walked side by side, a comfortable silence settled between you, speaking volumes in itself.

Finally, a secluded alcove hidden away from the bustling crowd presented itself, ensuring the privacy you sought.

"So, if you don't mind my inquiry, what is the reason for requesting my presence?" you inquire once the two of you find yourselves secluded from the pavilion, shielded from prying eyes.

"I just wanted to visit you," he responded with surprising candor. However, your inquisitive nature pushed you to seek further verification, a reassurance that there was more to his presence than what he was revealing.

"Is it truly so?"

Your probing questions compelled you to dig deeper, hoping to uncover the truth that lay beneath his composed demeanor.

You couldn't resist delving further into the reasons behind his unannounced visit. There was a longing within you to hear something more, something that would validate the assumptions swirling in your mind, despite the groundwork he had already laid with his presence.

Jing Yuan's lips quirked, and he momentarily licked them, a fleeting sign of contemplation crossing his features. His gaze remained locked onto your own, and a pregnant pause filled the air between you. It was as if he carefully weighed his words, considering how much to reveal.

"It appears that you are suggesting I might have another motive for this visit, hmm?"

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, deftly deflecting the implications back to him.

"I have not made any assumptions, Jing Yuan. It seems that notion rests solely with you. Perhaps it resonates with the truth behind your own words?"

Jing Yuan's amused smirk mirrored your own expression..

"Then if I might be frank, I was actually going to ask you about why you suddenly stopped visiting my office."

The question you had been waiting for finally surfaced, and the rush of satisfaction you felt was evident in the smile that adorned your face. It was the first step towards the realization of your ultimate goal, and the possibilities that lay ahead seemed tantalizing as long as you could maintain the delicate balance of your intricate plan.

"Oh, that," you responded with a gesture of innocence, lightly placing a finger on your chin as if considering the response. "I have been preoccupied with other engagements, as you might have noticed. My responsibilities as the future heiress of our clan demand my attention. I apologize if I failed to inform you in advance."

Your response was a well-crafted lie, one that you had fabricated in collusion with the matriarch. It was a part of the grand scheme you had twisted, a deception that entangled not only Jing Yuan but all the natives of Xianzhou Luofu. The guilt threatened to creep in, but you were quick to cut its vines, refusing to let it take root. After all, your pursuit of freedom and power had become your driving force, and you were willing to embrace deception to attain your goals.

You knew the risks of this elaborate charade, but the allure of liberty was too enticing to resist. Your quest for power and control had led you down a path of lies and conspiracy, and while the guilt lurked in the shadows, you knew that the end justifies the means.

"There's no need for apologies," Jing Yuan asserted, his voice carrying a solemn tone. "It is only natural for you to bear such responsibilities as the heiress. If anything, it is I who intruded, and I should be the one apologizing."

"No need for apologies. I am truly delighted that you took the time to visit, even amidst your busy schedule."

His next words revealed the depth of his genuine concern for you, sincerity evident in his eyes as he explained, "I simply wished to check on how you were faring. I had thought that something might have happened, prompting me to visit and offer a helping hand if needed."

His authentic worry caught you off guard, and you blinked in surprise as you gazed at Jing Yuan. His eyes held a subtle hint of concern that you hadn't expected, and you realized that your absence from his office must have genuinely troubled him.

"I must confess, I had not realized my absence would cause you such concern," you admitted, a coy smile playing on your lips.

"It is only natural to worry when means of instant communication are not readily available to inquire about your well-being."

You offered an apologetic smile in return. "I do not possess a smartphone for swift communication, and I apologize for any inconvenience it may cause."

"No matter. Meeting you in person is far more reassuring; it assures me that you are indeed doing well."

As the conversation with Jing Yuan progressed, you found yourself navigating a delicate balance of emotions. On one hand, you appreciated his evident concern and genuine care directed towards you. However, on the other hand, a growing sense of suspicion and wariness crept into your thoughts.

Jing Yuan's undeniable eloquence and smooth demeanor revealed his prowess as a skilled negotiator and master persuader. His reputation as the Luofu General only added to the charm and influence he effortlessly exuded.

You remained keenly aware of his ability to interact with a myriad of individuals, honed over countless years of experience. His interactions with people from all walks of life had shaped him into a masterful charmer, capable of handily winning others to his side.

Even with your own determination and cunning, you found yourself occasionally swayed by the allure of his concern. There was something captivating about his presence, an inviting warmth and understanding that stirred doubts within you.

Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but relish the engaging and intellectually stimulating nature of his company. His skillful maneuvers through various topics left fascinated.

However, caution tugged at your senses as you gazed into his amber eyes, which seemed to hold both curiosity and amiability. There was an almost hypnotic quality to his gaze, drawing you in and evoking emotions that remained enigmatic and complex.

Swiftly, you averted your gaze, mindful of the danger in succumbing too deeply to the enigma of Jing Yuan. It felt as though he possessed a way of peering through your carefully constructed layers, and you were determined not to let your guard down entirely.

Though his concern had touched you, you knew better than to place full trust in anyone within your life. The stakes were high, and vulnerability came at a cost you couldn't afford.

"Thank you for your concern, but indeed, I am doing well," you replied, subtly shifting the focus to his well-being. "And what about you? Do you not have work that requires your attention today?"

Jing Yuan seemed to ponder his response, then replied with a hint of nonchalance in his voice, "True, there is work to be done, but it can wait."

Your skepticism was apparent as you gave him a knowing look, crossing your arms before you.

"Are you absolutely certain? I've noticed that your desk is always laden with piled documents every time I visit."

A soft chuckle, warm and resonant, escapes from Jing Yuan's lips, a melodic sound that dances upon the air in response to your astute observation. His amusement is evident, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that bears witness to the connection formed through this exchange.

"You possess a keen perceptiveness," he acknowledges with a nod, his words a thoughtful acknowledgment of your insight. "Indeed, the responsibility of overseeing the various commissions rests squarely upon my shoulders. Each day unfolds with a procession of reports and matters that demand my attention. While undeniably vital, the sheer scope of these tasks can at times render the undertaking somewhat monotonous.”

"So, to alleviate that monotony, you choose to pay me a visit, is that it?"

"Perhaps that is part of the reason."

You studied Jing Yuan carefully, attempting to discern any hint of his true intentions. Your question was straightforward.

"Since when have you been here?"

He responded with equal directness, "Oh, since the moment they were discussing the financial stability of the Xiang clan."

"So, you overheard our discussion?" you inquired, not feeling particularly perturbed by the fact.

"Yes. I didn't intend to eavesdrop. I just happened to arrive at a very inopportune time."

"Ah, it's not a matter of confidentiality, so it's fine." Curiosity got the better of you, and you probed further, "Are you familiar with the Xiang clan, then?"

Jing Yuan paused, placing his hands behind his back as he pondered his response.

"Well," he began, "they are among the most significant investors in the Sky-Faring commission, and their patriarch attends meetings when his presence is required. Hence, I am acquainted with their clan."

His knowledge of the Xiang clan didn't come as a surprise, given his extensive network and influence. It served as another reminder of the intricacies of his world, where connections and alliances played crucial roles.

"Do you regularly attend the meetings of the commissions?"

“Only in instances when my attendance is deemed necessary.”

You listened to Jing Yuan's explanation, a shrewd thought crossed your mind. The General possessed an unparalleled understanding of the state of affairs in Xianzhou Luofu. His extensive knowledge and influence spanned far and wide, making him a valuable source of information.

Recognizing the opportunity before you, you saw the potential benefits of sharing some of the spreading rumors with Jing Yuan. Such an exchange could serve multiple purposes, allowing you to both verify the validity of certain issues through his perspectives and gather more information about the affairs circulating among the nobles and clans in the region.

Having the upper hand in this precarious game of power was vital for the success of your plans. The more knowledge you acquired, the more influence you could wield, and you were determined to gather as much information as possible to secure your position in this complex landscape.

However, you were well aware of the delicate nature of this task. It required finesse and tact to approach Jing Yuan without appearing too eager or transparent in your intentions. Trust was a precious commodity, and you needed to tread carefully to maintain the fragile balance between gaining information and safeguarding your own secrets.

In the end, you understood that Jing Yuan's willingness to entertain your inquiries would largely depend on the rapport you had cultivated and the level of trust between you. It was a calculated risk, one that you were willing to take in your pursuit of gaining an advantage in this intricate society.

"Anyhow, when will you return to the seat of divine foresight?"

"I think I shall depart immediately after this," he mused, his hand gently resting on his chin in contemplation. "I am aware that you have prior engagements, and it would be best not to disrupt your plans."

“Honestly, you are not causing any disruption. However, I understand the weight of your duties, and I wouldn't want to detain you here."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly at your words. "I assure you, I mentioned that it can wait."

"If you say so," you replied with a playful shrug.

Extending his arm, Jing Yuan politely offered to escort you back, expressing his desire not to depart abruptly and bid farewell to your guest as well. His courtesy and genteel demeanor only served to deepen the charm surrounding him.

You graciously accepted his offer, linking your arm with his and savoring the reassuring presence of his strength beside you as you made your way back to the pavilion.

As you walked together, Jing Yuan couldn't help but inquire, "If I may ask, when do you plan to visit my office again?"

You glanced at him, then returned your gaze to the path ahead, thoughtfully considering your response. "I shall endeavor to visit tomorrow since it has been a while."

Jing Yuan's face lit up with a bright smile. "I shall eagerly anticipate your visit tomorrow."

Once you and Jing Yuan arrived at the gathering, all eyes turned to acknowledge your presence. Smiles were exchanged, but it was evident that most of the attention was drawn to Jing Yuan. The guests held him in high regard, their gazes filled with either respect or affection, enamored by his presence.

"Have you finished conversing with Lady (Name), General Jing Yuan?" one of the guests inquired as you approached the table.

"Yes, I am grateful for the moment she has graciously given me," he replied with genuine appreciation.

With a courteous nod, you gracefully withdrew your arm from around his, allowing him to engage with the guests without hindrance.

"You need not thank us! Lady (Name) belongs to you, not to us," a woman playfully cooed, provoking giggles from others, including Jing Yuan himself. You couldn't help but shake your head at their teasing, finding amusement in the lighthearted atmosphere.

"Would you care for some tea, General?"

"I regretfully must decline, as pressing duties await me at the seat of divine foresight," Jing Yuan replied apologetically.

"That's unfortunate."

"When an opportunity presents itself, I shall gladly join again for some tea," Jing Yuan added, his voice carrying a gentle undertone that seemed to soothe the momentary disappointment that had clouded the table.

His words had a magical effect on the guests, brightening their faces with glee. You couldn't help but chuckle softly, marveling at how effortlessly Jing Yuan knew just the right things to say, how he could charm and appeal to others with such grace.

Truly, it was no wonder that many admired him.

"Well, then. I won't linger any longer," Jing Yuan announced, his gaze shifting to you, a warm smile gracing his features. "I shall now take my leave."

As he bid his farewell, Jing Yuan surprised you by kissing the back of your hand, a gesture that elicited an audible squeal from some of the ladies. A rush of embarrassment washed over you, not just from the intimate gesture but also from the amused reaction of those around you.

Though you had grown accustomed to his occasional displays of affection, having it happen in front of an audience amplified your embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to maintain your composure, though it proved challenging amidst the giggles and whispers from the amused guests.

"Be safe on your way," you managed to say meekly, trying to hide your flustered state.

As Jing Yuan's departure left a lingering buzz of excitement among the ladies, the teatime continued with a notable shift in conversation. Now, all eyes were on the General, and the air was filled with admiration and praises for him. Voices chimed in, each lady eager to share their own anecdotes and encounters with the distinguished figure who had just graced their presence.

You, too, were not exempt from the inquisitive gazes and probing questions about Jing Yuan. The ladies were curious to know more, seeking details about his character and behavior, especially when the two of you were alone. With honesty and poise, you recounted your experiences with him, describing him as wise and mysterious—a man of enigmatic charm and intellect.

As you spoke, you could see the interest in the eyes of those around you, hanging onto every word as if they were unraveling the layers of a captivating tale. You felt a certain pride in being able to offer insights into Jing Yuan's character, even though the true extent of your relationship with him remained concealed.

When someone probed further, questioning whether he was a true gentleman, you didn't hesitate to affirm their assumption.

"Indeed, he carries himself with grace and respect, embodying the essence of a true gentleman. His actions and words reflect a genuine sense of chivalry and courtesy."

The admiration for Jing Yuan seemed to know no bounds, and the conversation continued to revolve around him. Each lady shared their own perspectives, recounting moments where he had displayed kindness, wisdom, and bravery. It was as if his presence had left an indelible mark on each of them, a testament to the powerful allure of Jing Yuan.

The tea party drew to a close and the sun began its gradual descent. With heartfelt farewells and expressions of gratitude, you bid your esteemed guests adieu. Each of them conveyed their delight and anticipation of future gatherings, hopeful that Jing Yuan might once again honor them with his presence.

With the departure of the final guests, the grand gates of the estate closed with a decisive thud behind them. The atmosphere shifted from vibrant conversation to a tranquil stillness, and the air seemed to grow quieter. The setting sun cast a radiant, golden hue across the surroundings, imbuing the estate with a serene luminosity.

In this newfound tranquility, your attention was drawn to the lingering figure of Suyin. Her presence stood solitary amidst the fading daylight. Your gazes met, and in that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between you.

Drawing closer to her, you couldn't help but wonder why she chose to remain while her entourage waited by the gates. A curiosity gleamed in her eyes, hinting that she might have something of importance to share, something that demanded a more private conversation.

As you stood face to face, a gentle breeze stirred, rustling the edges of your attire. The soft sound of leaves in motion carried an undercurrent of anticipation, as if nature itself recognized the significance of this impending exchange.

The estate, once teeming with the energy of the gathering, now held a quiet reverence, as if it had become a canvas for a more intimate connection. You waited, your gaze steady as it met Suyin's, open to whatever she might wish to share, her unspoken words hanging in the air like a delicate secret waiting to be unveiled.

"Lady Suyin, allow me to bid you farewell," you said, inclining your head respectfully as you addressed her. "I extend my gratitude for gracing my hosted tea party today. I trust you will take due care on your journey back."

To your surprise, Suyin waved her hand in a slightly frantic manner, a faint flush coloring her cheeks.

"No, it is I who should express gratitude, particularly for the incident earlier," she replied, her gaze shifting modestly downward as her fingers gently intertwined.

You offered a gentle smile, seeking to clarify the matter. "It appears there might be a misunderstanding. My involvement in the conversation amongst the ladies was not meant as assistance, but rather a means to curtail an annoyance. Your gratitude is truly unwarranted."

Suyin blinked, her lips parting as she absorbed your explanation. "I-I see. My apologies for the confusion... However, I still wish to convey my appreciation for inviting me despite the rumors that circulate regarding my family."

Her gratitude radiated with authenticity, and her smile held a genuine warmth as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. With a final wave, she turned to depart, offering her farewells.

"I found today quite enjoyable, Lady (Name). May our paths cross again in the future.”

"Likewise."

As Suyin and her retinue commenced their departure from the estate, you remained stationary, your gaze affixed to their gradually receding figures. The ambiance turned a subtle change as the event reached its conclusion, leaving you in a contemplative solitude.

"Yuyan," you beckoned, and the young woman promptly materialized at your side.

"Yes, Lady (Name)?"

Without turning to meet her gaze, you conveyed your instruction.

"Share with me the particulars of what unfolded during my absence."

"As you command."

With Yuyan trailing in your wake, you initiated your stride back into the estate, her narrative voice recounting the sequence of events that had transpired in your absence.

"Upon your departure, the ladies engaged in a brief conversation concerning the General, subsequent to which the discourse pivoted back to Lady Suyin," Yuyan reported, and you offered a faint hum to signal her to continue. "The heiress of the Xiang clan maintained a composed silence throughout, refraining from participating in the exchange that included disparaging commentary directed at her."

Your intuition has once again proven its accuracy. The moment you elected to withdraw with Jing Yuan, your foresight had accurately detected the currents of uncertainty and unease that had lingered in the shadows during your presence. The conversations revolving around the state of the Xiang clan had been steeped in discontent and unease, stifled by the apprehension of voicing their true thoughts in your proximity.

Indeed, your standpoint diverged significantly from their criticisms and viewpoints. Your perspective was characterized by another vision, one that challenged the prevailing sentiment and notions. The absence of your influence had furnished them with the freedom to converse openly, to articulate their concerns without the weight of your presence casting a pall over their expressions.

However, the realization that they were utilizing Suyin as a canvas on which to project their grievances was distasteful. They were exploiting the opportunity to release their frustrations and criticisms, unburdened by your watchful gaze.

That circumstance was laced with irony. The image of Suyin, being subjected to their unfiltered words left a bitter residue in your perception.

You offered a wry scoff, acutely aware of the intricate dynamics at play. It was evident that they perceived Suyin as an easy target, a vulnerable entity incapable of retaliating against their barrage of reproaches. The metaphorical mice, encircling her with predatory anticipation, were poised to strike at the first whiff of vulnerability, thereby sketching a stark tableau of their behavior.

"Is that the entirety of the account?"

"Indeed, that is all. Yet, it appears that you possess the ability to invoke a sense of trepidation among the ladies, Lady (Name)."

"I wonder why that might be."

"I am confident that your interruption was the cause.” Her reply carries an unwavering conviction, a subtle undercurrent of astute observation. “They did not foresee your dissenting viewpoint on the subject. However, I must acknowledge their acting skills; their demeanor took a swift transformation the instant they laid eyes upon you and the General."

The eloquent arch of your eyebrow signifies your comprehension of the complexities of aristocracy.

"You are already well-acquainted with the attitudes and behavior of the noble class, Yuyan. Such pretense is akin to an illustration in an exhibit, where the unspoken sentiments between them are revealed with a mere glance – unless, of course, one chooses to remain in blissful ignorance."

Her nod conveys a blend of concurrence and insight. "I am well aware."

"Undoubtedly, that should be the case. After all, we are deeply entrenched within the same very category. We project a veneer that withstands facile unraveling, a shield designed to obscure the intentions we've painstakingly constructed."

You smirk.

Positioned on your knees, you find yourself in the presence of Lady Mingzhu. Her features are graced with a self-satisfied smirk, her gaze descending upon you from her elevated perch upon the platform.

The cause behind the contentment etched across her countenance is not a mystery to you. After all, you had dutifully relayed the details of Jing Yuan's unexpected visit.

"I find myself gratified by the outcome, (Name). Your utility is on a steady ascent," she remarks, her fingers idly toying with the folds of her fan.

In response to her words, you execute a graceful bow, a gesture that echoes your respect. "Your satisfaction is truly an honor, Lady Mingzhu. Might I seek your guidance on whether my visits to the seat of divine foresight should persist?"

"Did he extend an invitation for your return?"

Your response is a simple, affirmative nod.

"Then it is resolved. Forge ahead with your frequent encounters with the General. Your consistent presence shall act as a catalyst to cultivate his trust," she decrees, the flourish of her fan punctuating her statement. A subtle, contemplative smile tugs at her lips. "Additionally, do not withhold from me the details of your interactions with the ladies hailing from esteemed clans."

"The tea gathering is all well," you disclosed, your words an opening into the narrative. "However, the assembled ladies have become entangled in the swirling tendrils of gossip, centered around none other than the Xiang clan."

A thoughtful pause accompanies her response, her voice a contemplative murmur.

"The Xiang clan, you say…" Her words hang momentarily, as if she's allowing the essence of that name to linger in the air. "Whispers that flutter through the corridors of intrigue suggest that the Feng clan, in a twist of fate, chose to annul the intended union between their son and the daughter born of the Xiang lineage."

"Indeed, the gossip does not falter in its accuracy."

A faint, almost indiscernible exhalation of exasperation escapes the matriarch's lips, a subtle display of her vexation.

"I stand bereft of the specifics regarding the precipitous untangling of the Xiang clan's circumstances."

Your eyebrow arches in a silent inquiry, a slight perplexity glistening in your gaze. It's a puzzle that the matriarch, renowned for her omniscience within high society, remains unaware of the Xiang clan's underlying turmoil.

"I've gleaned from the ladies that the Xiang clan faces the looming specter of financial decline."

"Naive individuals," she proclaimed with unwavering certainty, deepening your sense of bewilderment. "Whispers regarding their financial downfall are nothing but baseless conjectures. The clan commands vast riches, establishing themselves as eminent investors in the Sky-Faring commission. Moreover, their enterprises flourish across various city districts, spanning diverse trades within numerous Xianzhou fleets and other worlds. Thus, the notion of their impending bankruptcy appears unfounded. No substantiated proof attests to the precariousness of the Xiang clan's fiscal standing."

Jing Yuan's information had indeed proven accurate. The purported bankruptcy of the Xiang clan was naught but a wisp of rumor carried on the wind.

It appeared to be a baseless rumor designed to bolster the justification for the dissolved engagement between Suyin and Yichen. The genuine cause behind the severed betrothal lingered veiled in obscurity, a missing puzzle piece within the intrigue enshrouding the Xianzhou Luofu.

Jing Yuan's knowledge spanned an extensive spectrum, encompassing minutiae from the lowest strata of society to the apex of the privileged elite. His insights stood as a testament to his acumen, a reality that invoked both appreciation and wariness concerning his capabilities. However, as you contemplated your personal pursuit of information, a formidable challenge lay ahead.

The endeavor of gathering intelligence was a task far from straightforward. While Jing Yuan possessed the means to acquire information with seeming ease, your own endeavors would undoubtedly incite suspicions amidst his subordinates and, conceivably, within Jing Yuan himself. Upholding your facade while concurrently seeking out knowledge promised to be a precarious venture.

The course you were embarking upon necessitated discretion. You had to devise methods of amassing information devoid of provoking undue suspicion, to ascertain the truth without tipping your hand.

"More crucially," her words pierce the air, laden with an undertone of interrogation, "what prompted your selection of that particular simpleton as your handmaiden?"

As Lady Mingzhu's query unfurls, your jaw instinctively clenches in a subtle display of tension. The skepticism and veiled suspicions that mar her gaze do not elude your discerning gaze. Nevertheless, you meet her gaze with a mask of unwavering stoicism, deftly concealing the undercurrent of nerves that thrash beneath the surface.

"After careful consideration, I determined that ensuring her presence within close proximity under my vigilant supervision would be the wisest approach. This decision aimed to preempt any possibility of disgrace arising from impulsive or thoughtless actions."

However, the matriarch's response is not one of immediate acquiescence. Instead, her eyes narrow, her perceptive gaze slicing through your carefully constructed narrative like a keen-edged blade. Her scrutiny is unyielding, as though she seeks the minutest fracture in your facade, a chink to exploit.

"Doubt clouds my assessment of your assertion. Are you confident that she won't repeat any errors, considering the embarrassment she displayed in my presence?!" Her voice rumbles forth, her words laced with a potent mix of skepticism and latent anger.

The growl in her tone sends a shiver cascading down your spine, a visceral response to her simmering ire. Your lungs contract involuntarily as you draw in a sharp breath, the weight of her displeasure hanging palpably in the air.

"Rest assured," your words slice through the charged atmosphere. "I shall take every conceivable measure to ensure her conduct does not veer into dishonorable territory. Should she falter in this, I pledge to rectify the situation with my own hands."

Her gaze remains steadfast, a scrutiny that seems to delve into the very essence of your being. Yet, as the seconds tick by, her shoulders gradually relax, and a scoff punctuates her response.

"Your conviction must be unswerving, for should history repeat itself and her actions mirror her past disgrace," her words resound with a cadence of threat, "the repercussions will not be limited to her alone. They will extend to you as well."

A tacit awareness envelops you, an intimate understanding honed through countless interactions. You've borne witness to her impatience and meticulous tendencies, often finding yourself caught in the tempest of her ire. A deep well of knowledge about her character has crystallized within you, equipping you with the tools to navigate her disposition and soothe her volatile temperament.

"I understand," your voice is a measured reflection of your comprehension, your gaze inclined respectfully downward.

"I shall convey my directives to the head chef, ensuring your midday repast is prepared for your journey to the seat of divine foresight on the morrow. Let it be known that recklessness is a path barred to you. This point I shall emphasize." Her words contain a warning. "Are there any remaining matters you deem necessary to append?"

Lingering at the precipice of your response, you navigate a delicate balance, crafting words that straddle the line between respect and diplomacy. While veiled, your intentions bear the weight of necessity, a safeguard rooted in contingency and the promise you've given to Yuyan. Risk lurks within your unspoken request, yet the stakes have elevated to a point where reticence is no longer a viable option.

Your throat works as you swallow, an apparent tension coiling within you.

"If I may abandon all artifice, Lady Mingzhu, I dare to beseech your gracious consideration for an allowance that might prove pivotal in moments of unforeseen urgency."

In the wake of your unreserved statement, a sense of vulnerability lingers, mingled with a quiet resolve. You watch as her gaze remains upon you, the weight of your words settling in the room like suspended particles in the air.

"Further, I must admit that the esteemed ladies have extended invitations to me for forthcoming events within their esteemed circle. If it pleases you to permit me this privilege, I shall diligently steward the allowance you entrust me with, employing it judiciously for the advancement of our cause."

A bow punctuates your candid request, a silent sign of deference and respect. A pause ensues, elongated and weighty, as if the chamber itself holds its breath.

"It is, undeniably, a prudent proposal," she concedes, her voice a measured cadence of reason. "Given the unmistakable spotlight that accompanies your connection to our lineage, a discreet allowance serves to quell the murmurings of presumption, negating any conjectures of an unostentatious existence."

Her rationale deepens as she delves further with justification.

"Moreover, the renown of the Hongying clan lies in its splendor, a legacy not to be trifled with. Thus, it seems wise to liberate you to expend as you deem fit. However, I must underscore that the amount you receive is not a carte blanche for extravagance. Your actions must bear the mark of prudence, and your disbursements must align with the meticulous strategy underpinning your mission."

The thorn that had lodged itself within your contemplations appeared to have been finally extracted, ushering in a sensation of relief that cascaded over you akin to a refreshing breeze on a warm afternoon. The matriarch's accord with your entreaty for an allowance had bestowed upon you a modicum of tranquility. It was almost as though a burden, which had weighed upon your shoulders, had been deftly lifted, affording you a renewed sense of unhindered breath.

This newfound financial stipend carried a resonance that harmonized profoundly with your innate sense of duty. It was a pledge you had forged to Yuyan, a commitment to secure the necessary medication her ailing mother urgently required. Despite your aversion to materialistic yearnings and the absence of need for an exorbitant sum, the import of this allowance transcended its mere pecuniary value.

Attuning yourself to the sagacity imparted by the matriarch yielded its own rewards. The cloud of uncertainty looming on the distant horizon lent an air of foreboding to the days that lay ahead. Thus, maintaining a reservoir of funds at your disposal bore the semblance of a wise course of action, a prudent measure in anticipation of the future.

"I bestow upon you this indulgence as a reflection of the commendable diligence you exhibit in your appointed duties," her words exude an air of benevolent authority, each syllable a nod to your competence.

The reward, a token of appreciation for your meticulous efforts, carries a weight beyond its mere material value. She raises a languid hand, the fan she holds becoming a subtle extension of her demeanor.

"You are tasked with notifying Yiran of this privilege. Seek her counsel on matters related to this allowance. Dismiss any trepidation from your thoughts. Should you find yourself bereft of further discourse, your departure is in order. Await my summons, should necessity arise."

In response to her directive, you execute a final bow, your gratitude woven into the graceful arc of your gesture. A sense of accomplishment settles within you as you step away from the chamber, a triumphant curl embellishing your lips as you traverse the corridors.

With the matter resolved, it is necessary that you meet with Yuyan to discuss the agenda for tomorrow.

The quietude of your room becomes a backdrop to the candid exchange that unfurls between you and Yuyan. Amidst the rustle of turning pages and the soft swish of cloth against glass, the question you pose becomes the catalyst for a deeper connection.

"You know," your voice, a gentle tone of inquiry, breaks the silent ambiance as you raise your eyes from your reading material. "I find myself still awaiting your response regarding your prior profession."

The task at hand momentarily forgotten, Yuyan's gaze lifts from her window-wiping duties to meet yours, a glint of amusement lurking within her eyes.

"It appears that your curiosity is a force that will not waver until it's sated."

"Indeed, that very curiosity was the initial spark that led you to your current role under my supervision."

A sigh escapes her lips, the sound a fleeting whisper that blends with her exhalation. She resumes her chore, cloth against glass.

"I used to be a mercenary.”

"Ah, it would seem that your dexterity and fleetness of reflex find their origins in your previous occupation."

"And what of you? What story lies behind your own proficiency?"

A wistful note resonates in your voice as you share your own tale. "I was guided by the tutelage of a seasoned swordsman, one whose mastery became my beacon."

Yuyan's hums echo with a blend of curiosity and contemplation, her cloth continuing its rhythmic dance across the windowpane.

"And where does this master reside now?"

A moment of suspended movement unrolls, as your hand, poised to flip a page, hesitates in mid-air.

The question regarding your master's fate, an innocent query tethered to a distant past, strikes like a blow to a tender wound. Your visage, a portrait of silent resolve, tenses with a visible tightness as the memories, vivid and haunting, rise to the surface. The pain of those recollections, etched into your very being, remains unhealed even after the passage of centuries.

"Deceased," your voice is a measured, stoic utterance, a single word that carries the weight of a lifetime's worth of loss.

The page flips, a motion that seems to reflect your determination to proceed despite the unyielding ache that persists within you.

Yuyan's contrite apology is a whisper in the space between you, a fragile acknowledgment of the unseen wounds that thread through your history. Your response is a subtle, understanding shake of your head, a gesture that both addreses her empathy and signals your desire to steer the conversation away from that painful precipice.

"Tomorrow," your voice steadies, an anchor in the shifting currents of conversation. "We shall embark upon a visit to the seat of divine foresight. Be prepared to await instructions at a designated location, as communicated by Jing Yuan's counselor. If any information surfaces that you deem pertinent to our purpose, ensure it finds its way to my attention."

"Duly heeded.”

The air carries the weight of upcoming directives as your voice assumes its authoritative timbre once more.

"Looking ahead to the following week, I task you with a specific errand. Seek Yiran's presence and confer with her regarding the administration of my allowance. This reaponsibility shall fall under your purview, and it is imperative that you relay my command directly to her."

A flicker of confusion dances within Yuyan's features, visible to your discerning gaze. The mixture of uncertainty and inquiry in her expression triggers your next question.

"Do you doubt your own competence, Yuyan?"

"It's not a question of capability. I can certainly manage financial matters. It's more that I find myself taken aback by your willingness to entrust me with such a task."

Your own expression remains composed as you deliver your retort. "If your confidence in handling finances matches your skills in combat, then I have no reason to harbor doubts."

“Did the possibility not cross your mind that I could potentially embezzle funds?”

Your response comes with a subtle tilt of your head.

"The prospect of embezzlement does not occupy my concern. Whether you were to steal those funds or not, the ultimate destination remains unaltered. Those resources will invariably find their way to the ailing hands of your mother, serving to alleviate her afflictions. The allowance I possess is, in essence, earmarked for her medical needs. Thus, the outcome, irrespective of any perceived misappropriation, remains constant. I stand to lose nothing."

A flicker of disbelief paints Yuyan's face, her jaw figuratively dropping under the weight of your unorthodox perspective. Your response, laced with an air of detachment and an acute understanding of her predicament, emphasizes a larger truth that anchors your intentions.

A playful, incredulous shake of her head precedes her words, carrying a mix of resignation and amusement.

"You truly are something else."

"Perhaps.”

A palpable tension paints the scene, your gaze locked in a silent exchange with the formidable presence before you. The massive white lion, a regal figure cloaked in an aura of restrained hostility, holds your attention captive. Its eyes, an unrelenting blaze of intensity, bore into your own with a raw, unspoken animosity. The low rumblings that emanate from its throat signal a simmering anger that hangs in the air, a perceptible threat that reverberates in the very sinews of its powerful form. Its bared teeth, glistening and deadly, serve as a stark reminder of the potential danger that lurks beneath its majestic exterior.

Beside this living embodiment of nature's fury stands Jing Yuan, a serene smile gracing his features. His demeanor, seemingly untouched by the latent hostility of the creature, exudes a sense of affinity and control. His fingers trail through the lion's fur, a tactile testament to his harmonious connection with this wild animal. As he catches your gaze, his expression takes on a pleased quality, as if he delights in sharing this new aspect of his life with you.

Confusion lingers in the air as your gaze shifts between the lion and Jing Yuan. Questions clamor at the edges of your thoughts, begging for answers that seem elusive.

Why is there a lion here, a creature of the wild brought into the heart of your encounter? And perhaps more confounding is the nonchalant stance of Yanqing, who stands nearby, seemingly unperturbed by the presence of this predator.

"I wished for you to acquaint yourself with a companion of mine," Jing Yuan's voice, a measured tone, intrudes upon the tense atmosphere. His fingers continue their gentle exploration of the lion's fur, as if to convey a sense of tranquility in the midst of the lion's potential ferocity.

A note of skepticism colors your response, a hint of incredulity as you grapple with the surreal reality before you.

"Oh, a lion as your companion? What is her name?"

Your curiosity stirs further as Yanqing joins the conversation, bridging the gap with an explanation that sheds light on the creature's history.

"The General affectionately named her Mimi during her days as a kitten. But, as she matured into the formidable animal you see before you, he now calls her Snowlion."

A flicker of amusement dances in your eyes as you gaze at Jing Yuan, an ironic smile adorning your lips. The incongruity between the fearsome image he projects and the endearing name he bestowed upon his companion elicits a chuckle.

"Mimi? A name so endearing seems rather incongruous with your demeanor, General. It's a far cry from the perception that the locals hold of you."

A snort from Yanqing echoes your sentiment, his amusement evident in the subtle curl of the corners of his mouth. Jing Yuan's response is marked by a sheepish smile, his admission laced with a touch of self-deprecation.

"In truth, it was an oversight on my part. During Mimi's infancy, I mistook her for a common house cat. Thus, the name. But as time unfolded, her true nature revealed itself, prompting a renaming that befits her.”

Your gaze shifts to the lion, whose intense glare and low growls paint a picture of unrelenting hostility. A realization takes root within you; it seems Jing Yuan's pet lion isn't particularly enamored with your presence. The mounting tension is discernible, a coiled anticipation that snakes through the air.

The sudden eruption of a roar shatters the quietude, the lion's reverberating cry setting your nerves on edge. Your body tenses involuntarily, a primal fear coursing through your veins as your heart races in response. The guard stationed near the statue leaps in startled surprise, while Yanqing's composure falters for a fleeting moment. Jing Yuan himself gazes at his companion with a mixture of surprise and confusion, the unexpected display of aggression leaving him momentarily perplexed.

"Snowlion," he intones with a firmness that carries an undertone of command, yet the lion's glare remains unyielding, its growls a testament to its unchecked hostility.

Your voice cuts through the charged atmosphere, a mixture of calm and resignation lacing your words as you voice the obvious.

"It appears that I'm not on Mimi's good side, Jing Yuan."

His attention, along with Yanqing's, pivots towards you as you stand amidst the tension, a steady presence despite the unease that rages within you. The anxious rhythm of your heartbeat is a counterpoint to your outward demeanor, an artful front that conceals the roiling currents beneath.

“It's normal for Mimi to express displeasure toward certain guests who visit the seat of divine foresight. Which, I share the sentiment of disfavor for each of them as well “

An understanding smile curves your lips as Yanqing rushes to clarify the lion's selective antagonism. His words stumble upon an unintended implication, a truth he hastens to correct.

"No, no! I mean, not you. It's just that Mimi tends to react to guests who I bore a distaste for. But you're not one of them! I like you."

"Thank you, Yanqing. I appreciate your kind words. I hold a favorable opinion of you as well."

Yet, amidst this exchange of mutual regard, Jing Yuan remains a silent observer, his gaze an inscrutable force that seems to dissect your every nuance.

The intensity of his scrutiny is apparent, a trace that awakens a sense of caution within you. Your question, a protective reflex, pierces the silence with its sharpness.

"Is there something on your mind, Jing Yuan?"

"I apologize, I seem to have been lost in thought. Perhaps it's best if I were to return Snowlion to her quarters. One can't be too cautious, as unforeseen events could transpire."

His summoning of Qingzu heralds the resolution to this unexpected confrontation, the counselor's compliance evident as she steps forward to retrieve the lion. The tension seems to crescendo as Snowlion lets out one final, resonating roar before yielding to Qingzu's command. The lion's retreat is a mesmerizing sight; its white, fluffy coat sways with an illusion of innocence, masking the underlying threat it had represented just moments before. Its lingering gaze, fixed on you with the residue of antagonism, emphasizing its untamed nature.

Jing Yuan's disappointment is recognizable, his eyes tracing the lion's departure with a sigh of resignation. It's evident that his intentions to introduce his companion to you have not yielded the outcome he had anticipated. The initial excitement that had colored his introduction now takes on a tinge of thwarted ambition.

Apology tints his voice as he addresses you, an apologetic smile gracing his lips.

"Please accept my apologies for this unforeseen occurrence. Snowlion is quite particular about those she allows in her proximity. I hope her display of aggression did not disturb you."

You respond with a reassuring nod. "Animals, especially those untamed by nature, often exercise caution with unfamiliar faces. It's a natural instinct for them."

The exchange takes on a lighthearted note as you muse about the potential for future encounters. Your words carry a note of optimism, a playful anticipation of what might come to pass.

"Perhaps, with time, Snowlion might grow accustomed to my presence and warm up to me."

"I have no doubt that she will, (Name)."

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grasshopper82 · 13 days

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got any jing yuan hcs because i’m sure being a general who loves to sit around and laze like a cat plus dan heng who seems to love keeping in contact for various things (food dates?) got his old metabolism fighting and losing haha

definitely have some hcs! his favorite hobby is eating a big meal then taking a nap in the sun. . . just like a cat lol

hes had to tailor his clothes a bit, that belt that was around his waist is now underneath it, emphasizing his belly. Also holding it up some, which helps him feel the weight less.

Fu x/uan keeps making fun of him and asking if his fat ass is going to retire now, since hes *clearly* let go of himself. Jing Y/uan just smiles and says it’s not time yet. it is true that it hasn’t affected his fighting prowess. . . yet. Then again, he usually just summons LL to take care of things. Somehow, despite being a diviner, Fu x/uan cannot figure out that he enjoys the teasing greatly. Every time she does it, he goes and stuffs himself later to see just how far gone he is now.

dan he/ng was not enthusiastic about ever returning to the Luof/u, but he decided to because every time he sees a picture of jing y/uan he looks fatter and dh HAS to see for himself. the first time they meet again it’s at a restaurant and dh watches jy down several full meals and dh is trying so fucking hard to control himself.

since dh can’t resist, it starts to happen regularly, and dh is so distracted by jy he always ends up overeating too. by the end of the food dates they’re slowly walking to jing yuan’s, bellies full and stuffed, giving each other a belly rub before falling asleep.

with a sweet tooth as big as the generals’, he is always eating some kind of sugar. the easiest way to get the general to agree to something is bring a sweet drink or a box of pastries with it. this is one thing contributing greatly to his waistline. it’s a little bit of a game between the people directly under him to guess how many meals he will eat and whether or not he’ll pop a seam today.

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There is Nothing We Can Do

WARNING: Major spoilers for High Cloud Quintet Lore+Jing Liu story quest, Angst

You knew the day would come. Standing out at a singular tree, orange leaves standing cheerfully among the solitude.

Your memories were fuzzy amongst the smell of blood, and the pain. You were far away from it, burdened to only look on. Baiheng had sacrificed herself, still smiling in the wake of her destruction leaving nothing but a tuft of fur behind. Dan Feng and Yingxing struck with despair made quick work to try and bring her back. Then it happened, you'd never seen mara take a hold of someone so suddenly before. The pain it could bring out in a person's expressions.

Jing Liu had struck down Dan Feng by stabbing the top of his head yet Yingxing was struck over and over again. Jing Yuan had been at the front lines, had he even known what was happening? And you laid motionless, aside from the slow blink of your eyes, in a pool of your blood.

The three were dealt punishments. You didn't have it as bad as any of them. You'd only known Jing Liu as she'd taught you the sword, you'd followed along foolishly. You weren't even as talented as the few other students she'd taken, you truly were a fool. And now Jing Yuan, the last member and youngest of the High Cloud Quintet, stood next to you motionless.

"I knew something like this would happen. I should've said something," He spoke with more emotion then you'd ever heard him speak with. Normally he was more stoic, but now he was forcibly ripped open exposed to the horrors of the world.

"It's not your responsibility," Even you were older than him, but he didn't seem to like that answer only scowling further so you continued hoping you'd be able to say something to help, "It's in the past there is nothing we can do, other than move forward" You smiled at Jing Yuan feeling tears brim along your eyes as your throat began to ache from holding in its cries.

Jing Yuan cried first.

Now, how many hundreds of years later you stood before the tree you used as a makeshift burial site for everyone lost. Not just the High Cloud Quintet, but everyone. Not just those who'd died but those who'd lost themselves beyond repair.

Blade had appeared on the Xianzhou Luofu recently, and had escaped capture. At the news you'd rushed to Jing Yuan partially out of hope. You weren't sure why you cared so much for someone you'd never met, perhaps because you'd been witness to the darkest moments in their life?

You and Jing Yuan became close after the incident, not talking much but simply staying by each other's side, watching as they slowly changed. You watched as Jing Yuan put on more of an easy going, and enthusiastic mask. And he watched as you became more withdrawn and meticulous, refusing to mess up a single detail for the worries it would lead to unspeakable loss.

That lead you to where you were now, gazing from far away at the ongoing battle between Jing Liu and Blade. You didn't want to meet Jing Liu again, you knew the reunion would only be full of pain. Jing Yuan onlooking the battle and behind him, the reincarnation of Dan Feng looking away.

You waited, hating the finesse and perfection in every move Jing Liu made. A killing machine, and a person unable to be killed. A tragedy every time the story repeated itself, whether it be 700 years ago or now.

When it was over Jing Yuan approached you, the two of you held eye contact, and with no words spoken Jing Yuan closed his eyes. He had a bad habit of sleeping in any position. Something some would find funny but you found miserable. If the nightmares in your dreams are less scary than the nightmares in real life, than surely there is a problem. You'd talk to him about it if there were a solution.

You lifted Jing Yuan up onto your shoulders, and left, walking away from the scene where you'd seen people torn apart.

Now, there were only two of you.

One day only one of you would be left, holding with them the memories of these events.

But until then, and even after then, the battle would rage onward. There was nothing else you could but continue on.

Wonderful line from Jing Yuan's stories that hits hard: "Only the truly wise can stand proud in front of the undefeated enemy called time."

#reader insert #hsr #jing yuan #jing liu #gn reader #angst #high cloud quintet

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cupcakesmoothie · 5 months

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...So I may have went a little insane designing the MC from @psychopomp-enthusiast's Blade x Reader fic To Mourn The Living

Am I confident in my art skills? Lmao (No)

I am not rendering this (I did have an idea for the highlights but) it's 5 am oh god and if I don't go lie down right now I am not waking up tomorrow (Today at 8)

I tried to keep the design androgynous but well. Am Girl. So I am a little biased towards Reader being also Girl. I think I did ok tho

The first HSR fanart I've made and it's fanart of a fanfic. Typical me behaviour tbh

I did research for this for some reason like I stared really hard at a couple wiki tabs for a while (Haven't seen actual scales on either of our High Elders) and skimmed the fic again. The scales were specified to be silver?

While doing the aforementioned research I think I've crafted a theory? I somehow completely missed that there is more than one High Elder, like there are other ships that have their own High Elders too and like??? I'm making some connections??? Is this a "I've connected the dots" moment? Who knows.

I did think maybe the whole storms thing had something to with Jing Yuan and his Lighting-Wielding Thunder-Clapping Spirit-Squashing Lord (YESSSSS FIRST TRY BABY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD) but the whole thing with black hair and evil vibes just felt off to me. AND THEN. Until I get a reply on this/the fic gets updated I won't say anything further, but ough. I am so normal about the media I consume guys

I kinda felt like putting the scale pattern on the outfit was a little OOC since MC was mentioned to not really follow Vidyadharan customs, but I also figured they were close to Bailu and have horns so? Maybe?

I gave MC blue hair because Ice type. I was gonna give them really long hair, but then again, not a High Elder. The hair was mentioned to obscure their horns underwater tho so I think some length is fine?

It was actually really hard to find physical descriptions of the MC? I mean for a fic like this, that's actually a good thing, it gives me more leeway to do whatever I want but also literally one of the reasons why I don't do fanart is because I wanna be accurate as possible (This is probably some kind of anxiety thing, idk)

#Eyes are still my favourite thing to design hehehe #I wanted to do some kind of snowflake pattern maybe with the lighting but oh god it's about to be 6 I need to go #Tfw reading things makes you want to draw #I need to pick better times to draw cause like once I actually do it I just zone out for a couple hours #I started at like 1 #I think I am lowkey a little bit obsessed with this fic rn like it's not good #I mean it is a good fic tho #I literally have it on record that for like 3 days after I read TMTL it's literally just one full page of Blade x Reader stuff #If I get the ok on this I will maybe post it to Instagram #I actually only wanted to draw the underwater scene today but Things Happened so I'm going insane about this at 6 am instead. Such is life #Ok yeah seriously I needa go to bed now bye bye #sweetmountainseeds #Am I allowed to tag this?#To Mourn The Living #honkai star rail #hsr #Blade x Reader #My art

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totally-original-artist · 19 days

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hiii

its ya boy your favorite jing yuan enthusiast

guess who got shadowbanned 😭😭

nOOOO WHY

When I saw your pfp got changed to one of the default ones I thought you deactivated afgfhaajgd. Glad ur still here but tumblr whyyy

#ask #jingyuanenthusiast #when i click on your acc it says 'hidden due to mature content' 😭#IT WASNT EVEN THAT BAD

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hackauthorairplane · 5 months

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MY GOOD LADY I BELIEVE YOU’VE GRADUATED WHERE IS THE SHENCEST IDEA!!!!

PLEASE!!!!!

LMAO im just gonna write out my idea bc its too early along to be anywhere near a fleshed out fic:

so first i started with the idea: what if shen yuan transmigrated in way earlier and becomes a qing jing disciple at the same time as shen jiu, and becomes friends with him! He manages to make shen jiu's reputation a LOT better bc shen jiu is a lot calmer/happier, and they are in an happy, established relationship by the time luo binghe would enter the sect.

However, right before the disciple-picking day that lbh would be at (i dont remember the event name tbh), shen yuan is drowning in anxiety. yeah, he knows shen jiu is a different person than he was in pidw, significantly happier/at ease/healthier, but all the same he really really needs shen jiu not to gain the attention of lbh, or vice versa

the plan he comes up with: he will just suck and fuck shen jiu so often, so relentlessly, in so many different ways, that shen jiu will be too busy/tired to focus in any way on shen jiu, and then lbh will get no negative attention!!

but then i had a brain blast. what if it was shencest.

so shen yuan and shen jiu are brothers that went through everything and joined the peak together, and theyre attached at the hip. they love each other very much and having shen yuan around, a loving presence that will never leave him, has made shen jiu's reputation and personality much better!

Theyre pretty codependent, and if you really really get to know them you might realize that theyre kind of weird about each other. they get jealous of the others attention and hate the idea of the other having a romantic partner that could be more important to their sibling than them.

shen yuan loves his brother so, so much (too much), shen jiu is really loving and caring to him, and shen yuan considers him the toughest, best, and most handsome person in the sect. shen yuan can kind of tell that his feelings for his brother are...different than the feelings he had for his original siblings, but he is avoiding that as best he can.

with luo binghe-disciple-time fast approaching, shen yuan is starting to get nervous. How can he make sure that shen jiu doesnt focus on luo binghe? shen yuan's plan comes from his complicated feelings for his brother and the fact he very sleep deprived. for the last year, hes been having nightmares about shen jiu being tortured (and being castrated).

finally, the day before the disciple selection, he jumps his brother. he confesses his non-brotherly feelings for him and kisses him. and then sucks his dick and on and on

the next day, shen jiu just barely makes it to the disciple selection, limping slightly. nyy goes and picks a shidi without being asked bc sj is too out of it, and then when its tea pouring time he has to be nudged into drinking the tea bc the only thoughts running through his mind is "...my brother...my own brother..."

yeah so the rest of the fic is shen jiu going along with whatever deprived shit shen yuan wants. at first he tells himself its bc shen yuan is experimenting and he doesnt want to reject him or hurt his feelings, but as things go on, they both are enthusiastic participants

lqg doesnt die, partly bc sj's cultivation is better with a lack of heart demons (and also bc shen yuan gave shen jiu a lingering kiss on the neck before he entered the cave and shen jiu is running on very competent auto-pilot)

lbh doesnt get pushed, everything turns out ok, and no one finds out about the shencest bc theyve always been super sticky with each other

yeah. that was my idea! idk if ill ever write it a full fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#shencest #jiuyuan #if anyone wants to write the incest or non-incest version #please credit me AND SEND ME THE LINK #shen yuan #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #sqq #sj #sy #og sqq #svsss #scum villain's self saving system #z #ask #anonymous

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