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the alchemy of desire

I had an idea, and then my brain spit out like twice as many words of it than I originally planned. So here. have a Star Rail fic?

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Honkai Star Rail - Jing Yuan x female reader - aphrodisiac

~3k words, mature

warnings: drugs (and lack of consent for), a vague hint of imagined sexual consent issues.

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It takes Jing Yuan an abnormally long time to realize he’s been drugged.

Of course, he knows the merchant making small talk with him is part of the coup conspiracy - it’s the whole reason he came to this otherwise mind-numbing event. But he didn’t expect her to be bold (or stealthy) enough to spike his drink. He’s off his game, which irritates him, in the back of his mind where the alchemical concoction hasn’t taken hold. The rest of him feels the warmth spreading through him, the pleasant haze of sexual desire starting to direct his bloodstream to southern climes, so to speak.

Well. So that’s her play. He almost laughs aloud as he realizes what he’s been dosed with. An aphrodisiac. How … droll.

He turns a lazy smile towards the woman in front of him. Her body language is all seduction - so, she intends to get the General in a compromising position and then … kill him? Blackmail him? Set up some scandalous scenario? There are many options, none of them particularly pleasant beyond the vague promise of an orgasm. Not that he had any intention of leaving with her, even if he hadn’t noticed the effect. But she may have had a slightly better chance of getting something out of this if it wasn’t for one variable.

You.

You’re in his line of sight; he’d positioned himself for that very reason, even before he took that ill-timed drink. You’re halfway across the room, making pleasant small talk with someone he half-recognizes, wearing a red dress that clings to your curves in ways that had already given him at least seven different creative and lewd thoughts this evening. You’ve been dodging his lazy attempts at flirting with you for months now; for a while, he thought you disapproved, but lately he’s become sure that you don’t actually think he’s serious. He knows he’ll break through eventually, but tonight, that dress has made it particularly difficult to wait for his prey to flinch. And now, the drug is encouraging the predator to the surface, filling his loins with heat as he sees you laugh at another man’s words, lean closer to make yourself heard over the music playing above.

The woman next to him is a sorry excuse for a hunter. She can’t even keep his attention with a drug and a set of very ample … assets.

The man you’re speaking with lays a hand on your arm, and something inside Jing Yuan snaps. The drug, he thinks, must be more powerful than he first thought. But even as that thought occurs, he is bidding farewell to the woman, over her protestations. He knows who she is, his people can find her later, he has no doubt about that. Right now, his body will only let him pursue one goal.

Your conversational partner sees him before you do, and to his credit, the man recognizes a superior predator immediately. He has backed away from you before Jing Yuan even stands beside him, which earns him some points for smarts. “I require your assistance,” he tells you, taking your now free arm and maneuvering you away without a second glance.

“What? What are you -“ Your voice is a soft hiss, and even that sound dances across his skin like an electric arc.

“I need help,” Jing Yuan murmurs softly. “I’m compromised.”

Whatever you see on his face ensures your immediate cooperation. He does feel a bit flush, now that he thinks about it. Perhaps the heat is beginning to show.

He leads you out the side door before stopping. Your immediate response is to stand in front of him and put your hands on his cheeks. “General, what happened to you?”

“That bad, hmmm?” His hands are covering yours before he can consider the movement. You’re beautiful under the moonlight. And he may have said that aloud, because you immediately widen your eyes and try to pull away from him. His hands curl around yours. “Apparently the drug is working faster than I thought.”

“Drug??” Your voice is a little too loud, and he squeezes your hands in response. “General, if you’re drugged, then we need to find -“

“I need to get back to the office,” he interrupts. “It’s the closest safe place, and I can call for backup from there.”

“But there must be a physician here!”

“We can call for one from the office. Help me,” he says. “You’re the only one I can trust here.”

It’s true, in the ways that matter. Despite the fact that he knows half of the party attendees, you are the only person he trusts to see him in a weakened state. That shrinking part of his mind that remains clear knows this is dangerous, that the heat inside of him wants you close because it wants to devour you, but he’s not a pup - he can maintain his self control. He has centuries of experience with it.

Your face softens at his words, and you tug him towards the street. He releases one of your hands, but does not let you remove the other from his grasp.

You ask him about the drug, and he answers honestly. Your offense on his behalf is pleasant. “We need to catch her!”

“I know who she is, and can find out where she lives very easily tomorrow,” Jing Yuan tells you. “She does not entirely realize that I know her game. She may suspect, and will probably panic tonight, but putting a face to the conspiracy will break it open for us.”

“But she tried to …” Your free hand waves uselessly in the air, before you land on, “assault you!”

“Do you think I would have been led astray, my sweet?”

“The fact that you’re calling me ‘my sweet’ tells me you’re drugged to the gills,” you mutter. “So maybe.”

He laughs. You’re adorable when you’re angry. And when you’re embarrassed. And this time, he’s pretty sure he didn’t say that aloud. But the drug is definitely proving to be stronger than he anticipated. He cannot take his eyes off of you. The way your glossy lips seem to glow in the moonlight, the slight movement of your chest underneath the silky dress, the way one strap seems to be on the verge of slipping down your bare shoulder - there’s a howling voice in his mind telling him to push you into a shadow and mark you, taste you, make you his. Or prove to you that you’re already his. That you’ll never be anyone else’s - certainly not that bland specimen you were speaking with at the party.

And that’s definitely not his own thoughts. Not … entirely. He has nothing against the perfectly pleasant seeming stranger, and you were probably just speaking about some trivial entertainment, basic party chatter. But merciful aeons, this drug is erasing his hard-won control at a rapid pace.

It’s good that they targeted him, he thinks faintly, trying to concentrate on the violation instead of you. Had they given this to a lesser person - one without his training, his experience, his sheer amount of patience - someone would be hurt by now. He needs to alert someone when he gets to the office. Call Fu Xuan, get her to organize a search party, make sure no one else at the event was affected …

… he needs to taste your fucking skin, it’s a hunger he has no words for. Needs your legs wrapped around his hips, needs to feel you bucking beneath him, begging, gasping -

“General? Jing Yuan?”

Your voice is, as usual, completely alluring, but it’s undercut with a concern that shakes him briefly back to true lucidity. You’ve stopped in the middle of the path, no more than a block away from the office. You step closer to him, still holding his hand, looking up at his face as if you’re searching for something - a sign that things will be okay. He can faintly smell your perfume on the night breeze, and may the Reignbow Arbiter help him, he’s going to devour you if you move even an inch closer.

“I need to get inside,” he says, voice hoarse. He lets go of your hand - he feels empty now, like he let a prize slip through his grasp, but the contact is more than he can stand right now.

He walks faster, and can hear your heels clacking on the stones behind him. You’ll keep up. He just can’t look back at you right now, not feeling like this.

If whoever made this poison doesn’t already work for the Alchemy Commission, he thinks, then they should - just as soon as their century-long prison sentence is complete.

Inside, he manages to steel himself long enough to place a call to one of the guards on duty, telling him to fetch the Vidyadhara healer immediately. But his biggest problem is still here - his own fault, he brought you here, he wanted your company. He should be keeping you safe, not putting you in danger. And this? This is danger. This is a darkened office, free of its usual flow of people, just you and him and this maddening desire that wants to claw through his skin and take you for its own.

“Leave now,” he says, as he hears your steps approach.

“Of course I’m not leaving!” you protest. “This drug is making you ill, if something were to happen to you …”

You trail off as Jing Yuan turns around to face you. When takes a step toward you, you take an automatic half-step back. Ah, so you recognize when you’re being hunted, in some way. Under normal circumstances, he’d rather see you fling yourself enthusiastically into his arms, but in this condition, he takes no small pleasure in the nerves you’re beginning to show. “Ill is not the word I’d use to describe the effect,” he says in a soft voice. He takes another step, but this time, you hold your place. Both parts of his mind are unreasonably proud of you for it.

He places a hand on your shoulder, over that flimsy strap that had caught his attention on the street. One tug, and it would be out of his way, and he’d be able to finally taste your sweet skin. Or tug far enough, and the whole dress would come falling away, and he could finally lift you up and spread your legs and feel your heat pressed against him. You would let him, he knows, he can see that spark of lust in your gaze, even as it flashed against nerves and concern. He could make you forget the rest. Forget everything except what his cock feels like inside of you.

…. And that’s why you have to get out of this office.

When he speaks again, his voice is so soft as to be nearly inaudible, if he weren’t two inches away from your face. He can feel your breath quicken against his cheek, see every tiny shudder you make - fear or desire? He’s pretty sure you don’t even know at this point. “Leave.”

The first second passes by without movement, and he’s rarely felt more conflicted than he does right now. But just as the drug is threatening to win the battle, you take a large step backward. “I’ll be - I’ll go find - someone better -“ And then you’re gone. You don’t flee, you make yourself walk with forced slowness, and he can see you trembling as you go.

When he can no longer see you through the door, he finally lets himself stagger backward, feeling behind him for a chair. Without somewhere to focus his hormonal rush, the physical sensations wash through his body. “Someone better,” he breathes. If you mean someone he’s less likely to maul, then yes, literally anyone would be better. But otherwise … there’s no one better than you. Not to him.

It would be rude to masturbate in his public office, he tells himself silently - not to mention that the little doctor would sooner stop his heart with a bolt of light than deal with any of that when she arrives. Best to suffer, he tells himself. It won’t last long.

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Several days later, Jing Yuan is still at home all day, “recovering.” He may have started feeling perfectly healthy yesterday, but he so rarely gets a perfectly valid excuse to avoid the paperwork piling on his desk, he can’t bear to let it go to waste yet. The only down side is that he hasn’t seen you since that night. He spotted you hovering in the doorway as the healer and a couple of Cloud Knights tended to him, but you were gone before they helped him get back home. His sources tell him that you’ve been overworking yourself ever since, which really won’t do.

There’s only one answer - you’ll have to come to him. So he sends a note to the Seat of Divine Foresight, requesting your presence.

And right on schedule, he hears your voice in the foyer. He feels a smile spread across his face, but he doesn’t stand until you’ve entered his sitting room. He’s missed seeing your face - and your blush, now in evidence again as you realize he’s wearing only his lounging robe here. “You’re feeling better, then?” you ask.

“Entirely. But shhh,” he says with a wink, “I wouldn’t want to lose out on a couple more days of leisure.”

You roll your eyes, and he laughs. Good, he can see the tension you were holding in your shoulders fade away with the familiar banter. “I’m glad,” you say, after a moment. “That you’re better. I was scared the other night, I’ve never seen anything affect you like that.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been careless enough to let myself get poisoned.” He steps closer to you, searches your face. “But my question is … were you scared for me, or of me?”

Your eyes widen, and you look him directly in the eye. “I wasn’t scared of you, Jing Yuan. I trust you.”

“Good.” Another half step forward; at this point, you’re forced to crane your neck to meet his gaze. “Because you were trembling quite a bit that night. I had to wonder.”

You sigh, shifting your weight from one foot to another. “No you didn’t,” you say, still holding his gaze. “You’re well aware of why - why I reacted the way I did.”

“Am I?”

You flinch first - as always - and take a step backward before pacing to the other side of the room. “The conspirators are rounded up, mostly. There are a few stragglers, but we have the woman who dosed you, as well as the person who made the drug.”

“I know. You’ve spent a lot of hours on this over the last few days.” You’re tired, he can see that much on your face. “I’m told you’ve barely left the office.”

You shrug, still avoiding his gaze. “There’s a lot to do. We need to make sure they’re not able to pull any more tricks.”

“They won’t be.” He may not have been able to see to it himself, but that’s why he surrounds himself with all the best people he can find. Including you. “You’ve done well. But it’s time for you to rest.”

Now your gaze cuts back to him. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of simply declaring our own leisure time.”

“You do if I declare it.” He grins. “How about this - you are now officially assigned as my personal aide until I recover.”

“You just admitted you’ve already recovered?”

“Did I? I have no memory of that.” Jing Yuan holds a hand out to you. “Come, spend time with me.”

You look at his extended hand, and he can see your own hand flexing, as if it wants to move of its own volition. But you take a deep breath and remain still. “Jing Yuan. Please.”

The soft word makes something stutter in his chest. “What do you need from me?”

You cast your eyes to the floor again, as your lips turn upward in a sad smile. “Mercy. Please stop teasing.”

Ah. You’re still there, are you? “What do you think I’m teasing about?”

“And stop answering me with a question. Especially ones with obvious answers.” Your shoulders square, and you look up at him again. “You know I have … feelings. For you. I’m sure it’s been obvious since we first met. And the other night - Lan help me, but even as I was scared for you and sick that someone would do that to you, I was also …” You close your eyes for a brief moment, before opening them again. “Pleased. That you were paying that kind of attention to me. Even though I knew it wasn’t really you, or about me at all. And I still feel really awful about that.”

So that’s how it is, inside your head? He certainly has some work to do. “You have no reason to feel bad,” he says. Now he steps into your space, reaches over to cup your cheek. “It was me. It was about you. Let me be absolutely clear - you are the entire reason that things were not worse that night.”

“How so?” Your voice is little more than a whisper.

“Because you were all I could see. When the concoction kicked in, you caught my eye, and that woman didn’t have a chance of getting my attention.” He leans down, close enough that his breath plays across your face. “Because all it did was magnify desires that already existed. Desire for you.”

Dark pupils have started to take over your eyes; your mouth forms the shape of his name, but no sound comes out. That won’t do - there are few better sounds in his world right now than your voice saying his name. He’s going to have to figure out all the ways he can make you sound while saying it. “Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Let me show you some of the lovely images that tormented me that night. I think they’ll be quite pleasant for both of us.”

When you speak again, the words aren’t exactly what he was expecting. Your hands finally come up, fisting in the edges of his robe. “Jing Yuan. Are … are you wearing anything underneath this thing?”

Perhaps the smile that comes across his face is still the smile of a predator - that’s okay, as long as the prey is willing to be caught. “There’s really only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

#honkai star rail #honkai: star rail #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #star rail fic #honkai star rail fic #jing yuan fic #will this make it out into the tag world? #let's see

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“No wonder you’re coughing so much, your tummy is exposed!“

Also Changsheng got one too Thoma just needed time to make one for her

#genshin impact #baizhu #CHANGSHENG #THE MOST ADORABLE SNEK FRIEND #give her a onesie #it's what she deserves

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#honkai star rail #gepard landau #trailblazer #yes i would like a million words about this please #this is amazing #they're so hot

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characters: jing yuan, you

a/n: idk I am so fed up and drained and tired and exhausted I just want to be held nothing more nothing less

In the endless stream of life, death and anguish; amidst the floating in the vast and endless space for ever and ever, days go still, the artificial sky of the luofu seems dull and the days become bleak.

Everything crafted to a perfection, perfect temperature, perfectly seasoned food, perfect conditions, clothes that are neither too harsh nor tight, never grazing against your skin to drive you off, even the people’s laughter in the distance never too loud— all too perfect and dull, like a veil pulled over.

Days on luofu begin to past like that once the numbness sets in. And in the blink of an eye, you find yourself growing dull with it.

Perhaps it’s that numbness that hurts the most, in theory, though you don’t even notice until it’s gotten too late and each molecule of a feeling has piled up.

You do not notice your body wandering off into nowhere, nor your arms resting against a balcony rail, eyes going over the perfectly captured view of life and normalcy— everyone in their own worlds, everyone moving on, save for you.

Nor do you notice the arms that go around your form, holding you close; or the warmth that spreads over your back and your body, the faint breathing near your neck.

Jing Yuan re-emerges from the shadows of faintly moving leaves once again. A breeze of fresh air, a constant reminder of change.

The ice breaks, the spell that holds its chains over the river of time dispells and everything comes crashing down for the first time in ages. Shoulders shaking slightly, your face carrying the same expression still, lips quiver and your vision gets blurry as the arms tighten their hold just a little.

‘I’m here.’ The hold says, ‘your existence is loud and clear.’ the act of tightening spells.

A leaf falls off and flutters down before your eyes, letting the breeze carry it over, take it on a journey unknown and brand new.

Because as still as it feels, life moves on, forward, one direction set into motion and not stopping until it all comes to an end, one final act.

As stagnant as life may feel, he stands proof that it is not the case, not now and certainly not as long as he keeps breathing.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #this is lovely

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When Wanderer slowly starts to make friends in Sumeru

#genshin impact #all the nerdy friendships this asshole needs #especially the revenge bonding with collei

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・。・o゜・。*Jing Yuan finding out you’re a stripper on the side

a/n: previously an ask, reuploaded. reader is gender neutral in this, as that's my preferred method of writing. Usually with nsfw, i pick a body type, but the reader's body and sex is not specified in this work. Everything is up to interpretation.

themes: nsfw, grinding, slight exhibitionism/public indecency, reader is somewhat dominant as well as jing yuan. mentions of rope play.

Jing Yuan has a secret. And the best part about it is that it not even his secret,

It’s yours.

The general will admit that you put in a good effort to hide it from him. Within all the years that you’ve known each other and aimlessly flirted back and forth, you’ve never once let your secret slip or anything that might hint to it. It helps that you know Jing Yuan so well and you’re well aware of his canny ability to see right through people, so you were probably prepared well in advance to keep this part about you far away from him.

But you made one little mistake, and that’s all he needed to figure it out.

Your mistake was trusting somebody else.

It really wasn’t her fault. It was yours. You should have known your sister was loose lipped, talking about your performance that would take place the following night to her friends. Jing Yuan just happened to be outside and in ear shot, and oh was he grinning ear to ear as he approached the girl and asked for more information. From the way she visibly paled, he could tell that he really wasn’t supposed to know.

He knew that, your sister knew that, and yet she spilled your dirty little secret anyway. Because another thing that the both of them knew is that Jing Yuan would figure it out regardless. She had said enough that he would’ve been able to find out on his own, with or without her. It was easier this way. With a pat on your sister’s shoulder, he thanked her for her willingness, and she slunk away after that, visibly depressed with a meager ‘you’re welcome, general’. Knowing that she let you down.

Oh, well. That’s her problem.

After Jing Yuan received a time and location, he promptly cleared his schedule so that he would be absolutely free and unbothered to come and see your secret with his own two eyes. It was one thing hearing about it, but that wasn’t quite enough. He wanted to be in the front row as you danced and teased your body on stage.

That was your secret. Secretary by day, stripper by night. Who would've guessed? Certainly not him, which he supposes was the entire point.

The Xianzhou Luofu wasn’t exactly known for its adult activities. As a whole, their culture is rather reserved, but sex finds a way to hide in delicious corners. They’re all people after all, and people need an outlet for desires such as these. Jing Yuan didn’t expect you to be one of them. He was well aware that he paid you enough that money wasn’t the reason you danced for others.

He has a feeling that the answer was much more simple than that.

The only problem now is how he’s going to make an appearance without being noticed. It’s not like he isn’t allowed to indulge himself, but it certainly wasn’t professional and he didn't want this added to his reputation along with everything else. He was already a little unfond of the nickname ‘dozing general’, and ‘gluttonous general’ wasn’t much better. Jing Yuan certainly didn’t need ‘pervert general’ added to the list.

He does what he can. His hair is so thick that he can’t really justify ever letting it down in its entirety- it’s too hot and uncomfortable, so he still ties it up in the back, sans the ribbon and with a rubber band instead. Styles his hair so that his bangs aren’t so messy and he can actually see with both eyes, which he thinks might help with keeping him incognito just because of the fact not everyone is used to seeing his whole face. It’s almost the same effect as someone taking off glasses that they always wear.

As for his outfit… Jing Yuan will be the first to admit that he’s probably never been to a strip club so he has no idea what he should wear. He would assume that something casual would be fine, but the issue there is he hardly owned anything casual. His whole life was stricken with professionalism and he was groomed to be proper at all times and high class, so he didn’t have much to blend into a life that… wasn’t that.

The best he could do was a pair of trousers that he usually wears with his uniform and a buttoned up shirt tucked under it. It felt a bit revealing and odd to be dressed that way, so he ended up putting on a tang jacket and then he was on his way.

The entire walk there, Jing Yuan wasn’t blind to your affect on him. The fact he was going out of his way just to see you do something like this, the fact he was dressing up and going out of his comfort zone just in order to tease you a little more… he mulls it all over and comes to the conclusion that he may be a little pathetic for you, but everybody has something that has them acting out of sorts. The two of you have been doing this song and dance for too many years, it had to lead to something interesting eventually.

And this was definitely interesting.

The crowd at the bar was relatively easy to avoid. Jing Yuan has dealt with a lot worse, and drunks were rather predictable with their unpredictable behavior in an odd way. You just had to know what to say in order to move around them. It wasn’t long until he had found a deceptively clean seat to pass time in until your performance. Another dancer was on the stage in the meantime, but he didn’t pay too much attention.

He’d gotten comfortable. His ankle propped up to rest on his knee as he scrolled through his phone, he watched as the time ticked to eleven, the time of your performance. Things wrapped up and it was a few short minutes later that your stage name was being announced through the club's speakers.

He could only grin at the name they announced. That would be something you’d be hearing from him later, whether you managed to spot him in the crowd or not. He was already thinking of all the ways he could slide it into normal conversation to catch you off guard.

Ah, but all those thoughts are successfully wiped away once you come out on stage. Jing Yuan’s quickly, and rather aggressively humbled once he sees you and realizes that you’d been hiding more than just this hobby from him.

He never realized how you’d hidden the shape of your body from him before. The uniform you’d wear to work never revealed much, and whenever you would meet outside of work, your wardrobe had always been a bit bland and regular. Nothing to linger at.

But now you’re hardly wearing anything at all, and he can see every inch of you. Every curve that he adored as you swayed and bounced to the vulgar music. It was almost baffling how arousing you were on stage, how you knew exactly how to bend and twist your body to make yourself nothing short of tantalizing. And the outfit you wore certainly helped- it was really nothing more than a one piece lingerie set, the strings tying around you deliciously. The very shape of you was hypnotic and he couldn’t help the way he was swept into your performance- clearly, you are very good at this.

Jing Yuan was able to blend into the crowd for a good amount of time. His leg still propped up on his knee, he continued to sit and watch you with equal amounts of respect and disrespect. Of course, the only thing that was really disrespectful in his gaze was the sheer want that was coursing through him like hot water. The twitch of possessiveness knowing that everyone can see what he can. The two of you never officially passed the boundary of friendship, so he really had no right to feel that way. But ugly and true, it stirred in him all the same.

It’s the second song in your set that you finally make eye contact with him. He can tell from the slight slip of your foot that you catch with grace before anyone else noticed. You’ve caught him red handed- his change in appearance was nothing against you. He can’t help the coy grin that spreads across his lips when you look back up at him, the sultry look that’s painted over your face a bit more agitated than it was before. Jing Yuan validates himself by the thought that he’s merely helping your performance- a heated look like that can go a long way when directed at the right person.

Ah- but he wasn’t used to this sort of environment, was he? Naturally, Jing Yuan assumed that the dancers would stay on the stage. But after the third song is over, ending your set, you don’t head to the back like the other stripper had. Instead, you hop off in your impressive heels and head straight for him.

Jing Yuan didn’t know you could do that.

He tries to hide his slight panic with cool indifference once you approach, hands on your hips and wholly unamused. He responds with a cheshire grin, cooing out your stage name. “What an honor,” he teases.

“Yeah, you should be honored. I don’t always talk to guests,” you drawl, and then your eyes are sharp. “So. How’d you figure it out?” Cutting right to the chase, as always.

“I’d feel bad if I told you,” he says, which is an answer in and of itself because your face falls with a groan.

“My sister,” you say, and he nods.

“Your sister.”

“Well, you’re staying,” you tell him with a stern tone that issues no argument. “And you’re walking me home when I’m done. My shift ends in about an hour now that my set is done, think you can wait that long?”

Jing Yuan hums. “I think I can manage, though it’ll be a lot less interesting now that you’re not on stage.”

You give him a look with your eyebrows furrowed, laughing through your nose. “Actually, I think it’s going to get a lot more interesting. You know what we do when we’re not on stage?” You ask him genuinely, scoping out his expression with that calculating look in your eye that he usually only sees when the two of you are playing chess.

He almost wants to lie, but he knows he wouldn’t be very convincing. “I’m afraid to say I’m a little out of my element,” Jing Yuan admits. He watches a grin of your own crawl over your lips, and he knows that you’re up to trouble. Which is only fair- it’s your turn to mess with him.

You lean down slowly, not bothering to hide all the things that are in view when you do. In the same manner, he doesn't hide how he looks. You’re putting yourself on display, after all, it would be a waste not to appreciate it. “Then why don’t I show you what I do, Jing Yuan?”

There’s something comforting here, despite the hot atmosphere. You’re asking for his consent, despite the fact he didn’t ask for yours before coming here. You’ve always been too good for him in that way, and hell if he doesn’t take advantage of it.

He doesn’t offer any words, merely nods to your proposal. He’s afraid he might sound a little too eager if he were to say anything verbally. Thankfully his nod is enough for you because you’re putting a hand on his ankle, signaling him to put both his feet down and then crawling right on his lap.

“This is how it works,” you tell him with a smile, grabbing his hands that are inching next to your thighs and putting them to his sides. “No touching the dancers unless we let you. And depending who you choose, you might just have to pay extra. But since this is your first time, it’s free of charge.” It’s quite clear that you are allowed to touch, though, with how quickly your hand moves to his hair. Despite everything, the look on your face is rather fond. “I hate how you wear your hair at work. You should style it like this more often.”

Jing Yuan chuckles. He tries not to dwell on how hot his body temperature is, especially with you so close. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good,” you smile, your face shifting to something more sultry as you grab his jaw, tilting his head how you please. “But right now, I want all your attention on me. No thinking like you usually do, Jing Yuan. Just you, just me,” and with a tantalizing roll of your hips, you sigh. “And just this. Alright?”

He can think of a deal no sweeter than that.

Jing Yuan does as he’s told. His hands stay to himself while you grind and move on him. He has a feeling you’re not allowed to grope the customers just as they’re not allowed to grope you, but you’re taking some liberties and doing it anyway, your hands feeling across his chest and arms. He certainly isn’t complaining- he laughs once when you initially grope his chest but you shut him up quick with a bump of your hips against his erection.

It’s all so alien to him. The public setting and low lights and wandering eyes- Jing Yuan is no stranger to intimacy, but he’s never done it like this before. Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind, he was never one to be insecure. The only thing that’s surprising is how much he likes it- knowing that people can see all the attention you’re giving to him, just him, no one else. Just as it should be- a thought that’s burned in his mind and won’t go away.

He can’t help but break your rules. You’ve been toeing on the lines of a lap dance and public indecency and he helps you cross it with a bold hand squeezing up your thigh, inching toward the round plush of your ass. He can feel the way you minimally jolt once he touches you, your eyes hot on him with a disappointed sigh.

“No touching,” you remind him, and yet you’re not removing his hand. Jing Yuan grins and squeezes at your ass, leans in so his breath hits the skin of your lips.

“You’ll have to bring me back somewhere you can make me,” he whispers, and notices the way your pupils dilate at the suggestion.

“And you’d let me?” You hum, toying with one of the buttons of his shirt with your lip caught between your teeth. “You’d let me tie you up so you have no choice but to stay still?”

“If you can manage to pin me down, then I’m not a sore loser,” Jing Yuan nods. A mischievous look in his eyes as he squeezes you again and bumps his hips against your center, catching the way it makes your breath hitch. “You just have to find a way to pin me down first.”

“Deal.” Quicker than lightning, you’re suddenly crawling off him, leaving him cold and- frankly- speechless. “I’ll change and then we’ll go.”

“Bh-” the whiplash is nearly overwhelming and it’s completely unlike him the way he fumbles with his speech. “Right now?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to wait?”

Another fair point. He’s getting up from his chair and doesn’t bother to conceal the erection he’s sporting. There’s no need to hide in a place like this. “Are you going to make me wait here?”

You give him an odd look before you snort, hand reaching out to grab his shirt and pull him into you. “That’s a nice thought. Having you wait for me in here like a dog,” you coo, leaning your lips toward his ear to whisper. “But I don’t think I’m that mean. There’s a door outside toward the back of the building. Turn to the right and you’ll see it. There’s usually a few couples doing all sorts of things back there. Just keep to yourself and they won’t approach you, but if you make eye contact, you’re inviting them over, okay?” To his surprise, you kiss the side of his jaw tenderly before meeting his eyes. “I’ll only be a few minutes. I won’t make you wait.”

You’re too sweet, too good for him. You prove it to Jing Yuan practically every day and he can hardly believe it. Nonetheless, he nods, does as he told once you disappear behind the stage. Just like you said, there were a few couples milling around the sides of the building. Some smoking, others grinding against each other like it was the end of the world. It’s crude and wild and ever so eye opening to see corners of human life that he doesn’t take part in.

And again, true to your word, you’re only a few minutes before you’re exiting quietly from the back door he’s waiting by. You meet his eyes with a stupidly heartwarming smile, grabbing his hand to lead him away from all the noise. It’s strange how he suddenly feels like a teenager again, as if he was sneaking around after curfew.

Maybe that’s why you do this. It was clear to Jing Yuan when you were on stage that you liked stripping- you were having the time of your life up there. He’s sure he’ll come to learn through the night and the next few days why you like it so much, but it doesn’t really matter why. What matters is that you were loving it, and maybe one of the reasons is because of the freedom it offers. It can certainly be addicting, to let go and let loose from the uptight atmosphere of work.

But there’s not much time to think. It’s just like you said once you lead Jing Yuan back to your home, practically throwing him inside before you pounce on him and he reciprocates just as aggressively. It’s just you, him, and this. And nothing could possibly be better than that.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #well this is hot as fuck #yes please

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HONKAI: STAR RAIL gifs (3/?)

Pom-Pom hiding from Kafka behind Welt 🥺

#honkai star rail #i would die for pom pom

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#honkai star rail #jing yuan #lucky little bird

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sweep sweep 🧹

#honkai star rail #pom pom #if they make a stuffed pom pom #i will throw all my money at them

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i like him a normal amount

#honkai star rail #gepard landau #he's such a loser (affectionate) #i love him

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Been a hot minute since I posted, got distracted playing Star Rail oops 🤭 have a tied up Jing Yuan as an apology, might do a Sampo one too 😼

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #hello? #yes please

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Hiya, saw that you're taking requests for Jing Yuan :3

I've read through a few of your fics and absolutely love the way you portray him <3

So I wanted to ask if you could write something with him where the reader is struggling with insomnia due to either nightmares or stress overload? (preferably sfw with fluff overload ples :3)

If you're not comfortable with that or don't get an image in your head is totally cool and u can ignore this, have a cookie for your troubles and great work 🍪

a/n: you’ll actually find there’s little I’m not comfortable with, anon! This turned out longer than I thought, I’m still in the stage with Jing Yuan where everything rambles on into a full story because I like him so much and my muse is strong HAHA

Themes: oneshot, prior to any relationship, late night vulnerability and Jing Yuan being smitten. Unedited.

⚝──⭒─Jing Yuan ; 3am ─⭒──⚝

Jing Yuan was no stranger to stress and sleepless nights. It comes with the job, fortunately or unfortunately. He has no trouble falling asleep- he’s proven that quite enough with how he dozes off at inopportune times. His problem is more along the lines of having too much to do at night so it keeps him busy.

He isn’t sure what your version of sleepless nights looks like. He knows that you have them- he can tell from the drag in your step and the heaviness of your eyelids. He also knows that there might be several factors as to why you haven’t been getting much sleep lately, the sudden jumpy nature you have while at work is proof of that. But how to approach the subject? That’s something that requires some thought.

Your relationship was almost nothing outside of a work environment. Jing Yuan had made the steps to possibly progress it further, but his process was always step by step and rather methodical. Which, to put it simply, means that he’s rather slow. He doesn’t like to rush into things. You’ve taken his interest and he doesn’t want that interest to run out, so he ever so gently coaxes new information out of you every so often as to satiate his interest but still keep him hungry for more.

Your change in behavior as of recently presents on opportunity for the two of you to grow closer. Presents an opportunity for Jing Yuan to show he cares about you more than just a subordinate, but doesn’t hint at anything too excessive. A gentle nudge is what it is.

So he takes his opportunity once the two of you are alone in the Seat of Divine Foresight. Some would call it his office, which he supposes it is, but the room is too open and broad with Knights, secretaries, and officers always moving around inside and out. Really, the Divine Foresight is too public in a lot of ways.

But people must go home eventually to retire for the evening, and you usually leave with the crowd. But these past few nights you’ve been keeping him silent company in the large office, scribbling away at papers and clearly keeping yourself busy with things that could be done the next day. So it’s on one of these evenings that you share with him yet again that Jing Yuan decides to retire early. Early for him, anyhow.

He wraps up messily- his desk is always full so he never bothers to clear it off, leaving scrolls open and scattered. He at least has the decency to cap his inkwell to make sure it doesn’t spill, but that’s about all before he’s silently walking down the steps where his desk is and heading for you.

You don’t notice him hovering from behind. Your hand is in your hair, slightly tugging on the strands as you tap your pen endlessly on the desk. Clearly, you’re reaching a dead end. But you’re making no signs to stop your work just yet.

He’s careful, but perhaps not very thoughtful as he places a hand on your shoulder and watches as you jump. The smile is already on his face by the time you turn around, eyes wide open before seeing it was merely your general.

“Evening, ___,” he says your name carefully. It isn’t often that it’s after hours and there’s barely anyone around so he can drop the formalities. “Why don’t you wrap up here? It’s late, as I’m sure that you’re aware.”

“Ah, yes, general,” your eyes don’t meet his for long before you’re looking back to your desk, lips pursed. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate his casualties— clearly you have more prominent things on your mind. “Yes, it’s late. But I’ve still got work to do, so-“

Without asking- because in all honesty he doesn’t really need to, he’s your boss- Jing Yuan picks up the scrolls you were staring holes into. You splutter and hold up a hand to try and stop him, but freeze when he reads the work aloud.

“Curfew laws, scuffles with civilians, signing off on trade and market…” All rather unimportant affairs that don’t justify you staying late. He looks down at you and doesn’t say anything more, and by the way you sigh and look to the ground, he knows his point is proven. Putting the scrolls back down on the desk, his touch returns to your shoulder with a squeeze before he brings his hands behind his back. “I’ll lead you out.”

Jing Yuan at least lets you wrap up by yourself, gathering your coat and other things that you’ve been bringing with you to work for your late nights. He stands by the large doors until you’re ready, and when you begin to walk toward him, expression bitter, he chuckles aloud and opens the door for you.

“Thanks, general… I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” you mumble tiredly when the two of you exit the Divine Foresight, already heading off to the sky jetty where a Knight stands ready to take the both of you back. Jing Yuan doesn’t say anything as he follows behind you, letting you slowly clue yourself in. You give him a strange look once you notice he’s not heading back to the Divine Foresight. “It’s still rather early for you, general. You’re already headed home?”

The Knight boards the jetty and opens the sliding doors for you to enter, Jing Yuan sitting down inside first as you continue to hesitate and stare at him from outside.

“I’m not headed home just yet,” he tells you, answer vague and surely frustrating from the face you make at him. His smile just grows wider as he pats the seat next to him. “Come on, then. You shouldn’t make your general wait.”

That at least spurs you into action, your bag in your hands moving to your lap as you make yourself comfortable in the jetty beside him. The airship takes off in a smooth movement, and the trip is silent as it brings you back to the Exalting Sanctum. There’s a few times that your eyes flit over to Jing Yuan during the ride; each time he’s already looking at you and you quickly look away, posture tense.

Once the jetty pulls into the drop off spot, you basically jump out of your seat to get out first. Jing Yuan isn’t sure if it’s because you couldn’t wait to get away from him, or you were still being uptight because of the fact he’s your general and you didn’t want to make him wait since he was in the seat away from the door. Either way, he laughs at you.

“You know, from the way you’re acting I would say you don’t like me very much. But surely that isn’t true.” Jing Yuan cannot help but tease, continuing to stick to you like glue as you both walk away from the jetty’s drop off.

Your jumpiness that he observed before still proves true as you jolt at his accusation and shake your head, eyebrows tensely drawn. “No, you know that’s not it, general! Sorry- I… just wasn’t ready to go home yet.” Your shoulders sink with your sigh.

Beside you, Jing Yuan hums. “Understandable. But you don’t have to go home yet, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Looking at him, you purse your lips again. “I’m not going to just mill around aimlessly at this hour. I don’t need the Knights thinking I’m some suspicious figure and then I have to deal with the report at work.”

Jing Yuan laughs, quirking his brow at you. “That’s not what I’m suggesting, but it’s amusing to see where your mind goes. No, instead of stirring up more trouble for yourself tomorrow, I was thinking of dinner.”

“Dinner?”

You don’t realize where Jing Yuan has led you during your short conversation until you’re already there, the late night restaurant catching your eye with its lights still buzzing. The lanterns for dining are still on as well, dimmed with the late hour and reflecting red across your skin and dancing across your eyes as you look back at him.

It feels like a piece of you is slowly crawling back as you smile at him, laughing discreetly through your nose. “You’re not asking me out, are you general?”

Jing Yuan leads you to a seat, pulling it out for you with his own eyes gleaming with mirth. “Depends on how you look at it,” he comments, and once you’re seated he pats your shoulders. “If you don’t mind, I’ll order for the both of us. I skipped lunch this afternoon in order to go to a board meeting and I’ve never regretted something so immensely.”

Another piece molds back into place as you outright laugh at him and relax into the chair. “Alright, go ahead. I still remember when the rumors were going around about you eating pounds of exotic meat all by yourself, and now I’m wondering if they’re true.”

“The Gluttonous General,” he recalls, “yes, I remember that. I’ll leave it up to you and your own judgement, but I should remind you I have a two hundred pound cat, if that sheds any light on anything.”

“Oh, Mimi! How’s she doing?”

Jing Yuan smiles and startles you when he taps your nose, teasing as ever. “I’ll tell you once I’ve ordered.” He watches as you blush, visible or not it’s clear as day that you’re flustered and it’s his turn to laugh at you, albeit not unkindly.

Ordering is a quick affair. He’s already thought this evening through and knows exactly what he wants. Taking you out to eat isn’t exactly new to him either; there’d been a few times in the long years you’ve worked for Jing Yuan that you’d both have lunch together. Sometimes there’d be a third or fourth party, and sometimes it was just the two of you. From those times, though, he’s learned your tastes and has a fair amount of confidence as he orders your plate.

He comes back with a tray of brewed tea in hand. You look a little surprised that he’s carrying it himself, which he explains once he’s sat down across from you and places the tea on the table.

“I didn’t want to wait.”

The way you giggle at him is downright adorable, but he keeps such thoughts to himself as he pours your cup first and then his own. You hesitate before taking the cup he’s offered, and he shakes his head.

“It’s not caffeinated, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Your shoulders sink and you’re clearly disappointed, lifting up the cup to drink anyway. “Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t want to contribute to your long nights more than I already have. Someone has to look after you.” He mutters that last part, perhaps revealing more than he should and how he feels- but he forgets that you’ve been sleeping horribly so you barely catch wind of his implications. The expression on your face is reserved, clearly a facade as you clear your throat.

“No, that makes sense. Thank you, general, I-“

“You know, it’s long past office hours.” Jing Yuan can’t help but interrupt you this once, bringing the steaming cup of tea up to his lips and blowing softly before he lifts his gaze to you. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t address me by rank. I understand the need to keep yourself at a distance, but there’s no harm in opening up at this moment and letting us speak as two individuals rather than subordinate and general.” He smiles once he’s finished. “It would make me happy to talk to you without those restrictions.”

Again, maybe he’s stating too much. But Jing Yuan has observed a lot in his time and he recognizes that there’s certain moments that call for vulnerability in order to show a favorable outcome. Of course, vulnerability is a tricky thing, which is why he’s normally so hesitant. There’s no honest way to predict emotions like there is fact and logic, so predicting how you might feel to his vulnerability is like taking a shot in the dark.

But in an odd way, Jing Yuan trusts you, and you haven’t proved him wrong to trust you just yet. Especially not when you finally open to him like a flower that hasn’t yet bloomed, your expression loosening and no longer trying to hide like before. It’s a beautiful process to watch.

“I can understand that… Jing Yuan,” you’re shy as you say his name, but your smile overrules that. You try to hide it by taking another sip of your tea, but he sees the edges of your lips upturned and the crinkle in your eyes and he counts himself as satisfied. “I guess I never realized how holding titles can keep the atmosphere stiff.”

“It’s subtle,” he nods along. “But I believe it’s there. Anyhow, you wanted to know how Mimi is doing?”

Your eyes light up, and he’s caught you- hook, line, and sinker. Your conversation becomes a lot less filtered and a lot more genuine as the night continues to tick by, becoming later and later and yet earlier and earlier, depending how you looked at the clock. The food comes by and he knows he made the right choice in your order- just like him, you essentially ravage your plate. That in itself is something not a lot of people get to see- at one point Jing Yuan scoops up some food with his hands and you catch it instantly, your eyes shining with the knowledge as you make eye contact and yet saying nothing at all as he licks his fingers clean.

He wouldn’t dare to be so untidy and messy around anyone else, but it’s all part of the process to show you that you’re unique to him. Around you, he does a lot of things he wouldn’t normally do around others. You’ll come to realize this and what it really means as more time goes on.

It’s once your meals are finished and you’ve got a fresh pot of tea as a palette cleanser that he strikes again, true intentions for tonight coming to light.

“So, my dear ___, tell me. What is it that’s keeping you in the Divine Foresight so late?”

At this point, you’ve relaxed considerably. The possibility of opening up to him has increased dramatically, and Jing Yuan knows you’re about to tell him by the way your demeanor shifts. You’re finally letting yourself look as tired as you feel by just the question alone and knowing you were about to answer it.

“It’s hard to talk about,” you start slowly. “But I guess it’s because I’m trying to keep myself busy.”

Jing Yuan nods along, helping you ever so slightly. “Because you don’t want to go home. And why is that?”

“Um… well, if I have to go home, I have to go to bed eventually. And… I can’t go to bed. I can’t sleep.” Your lips twitch as silence washes over the two of you. He doesn’t want to interrupt you this time, instead offering you the silence so you can gather your thoughts and how you want to communicate them to him. It’s a careful process. “Sometimes it’s just a product of my own design. I stimulate myself too much before bed with work or other things, and it keeps my head awake. Other times, it’s… a lot of nightmares.” You finally let the problem slip, eyes drifting down to your teacup as you smooth your fingers over the rim. “I’ve thought about getting things to help, but… mm.”

Jing Yuan takes a deep breath through his nose, nodding once to show his understanding. “I see. Nightmares are tricky things. And you’re right, I’m sure you’re already aware of the ways you can try and make them disappear, but… it’s a different story if you don’t want them to.”

Your eyes flit up to his, an inch of surprise on your face that he merely smiles at, his eyes soft.

“I’m no stranger to nightmares either. It can be easy to convince yourself that you deserve them. That you need them in order to remember what you don’t want to remember. What you feel guilty over, responsible over, fearful over.” Jing Yuan takes another sip of his tea, letting the flavor sink into his tongue before he swallows. “I have a lot of fears myself. A lot of troubles that could haunt me if I let them. I understand the frustration that you might be facing.”

Setting the cup down, he inches forward into the table just a little bit. “Perhaps this is unwarranted, but may I offer you some advice?”

You seem surprised. Still, you nod, allowing him to continue with interest painted across your features. He notices how you’ve inched along your own seat and says nothing.

“We live long life spans, longer than what was ever intended. With that comes a lot more burdensome and troubling memories than maybe we were designed to handle. It’s natural to have your mind caught up in the excess every so often, considering the circumstances.” His tone is gentle and unwavering as he speaks. “My advice to you is to not be a stranger. I may not know exactly what your nightmares are about, but I can see how they’re affecting you. Do not forget the life in front of you now, the ground you walk, the people you see.” His eyes wander as he talks, to the overhead lanterns that create a soft ambiance to the small creek that lined the Exalting Sanctum and split the land with bridges. “There are a lot of wonderful things waiting for you. Always, day to day. It might not cure your heartache, but that was never the intention. It’s not always about the cure, the end all, erasing it from existence. It’s about nurturing it, forgiving it, loving it, and making peace with it.” Jing Yuan looks back to you, tapping the surface of the table with his fingers. “As long as we are living and breathing and trying to make our way in this universe, I believe it’s our duty to keep an open mind to our pain and know that it’s not always a bad thing to bear as long as you understand the cause, the purpose, and the meaning behind it.”

The silence that follows is long and thoughtful, at least from his own perspective. There’s a chill of wind that blows by, the creek continues to babble, and you look at Jing Yuan like you’re putting together your own puzzle pieces for him just like he is for you.

“Yanqing is right,” you finally speak up after some time. “You speak in a lot of riddles and nonsense, Jing Yuan.”

His eyes widen at your comment, at first too surprised to do anything except state. But then he cannot help the way his head throws back, laughing a little too loud for this time of night. You laugh along with him, eyes squinting with mirth and teeth showing through your smile.

“But still, with that being said,” you continue after the first wave of his laughter has subsided, “I appreciate you a lot. Though what you’ve said doesn’t make sense to me quite yet… I think your actions speak louder than your words.” You hum as you look down at the table with empty plates and tea saucers, laughing to yourself as if it were funny. “Thank you for taking me out tonight. Thank you for noticing. It’s kind of you, Jing Yuan.”

“Well, I’m happy I’ve at least done something right tonight,” he says, scooting out his chair. You look a little surprised before you move to do the same thing, standing up with him as you take your tea cup and finish what was left. “Let me escort you home.”

“You don’t have to do that,” of course, to be polite, you refuse. Just as he knew you would. So he sighs in defeat.

“Alright,” he says. “I suppose I’ll just walk right behind you and be the suspicious figure you have to file a report for tomorrow.”

Jing Yuan thrills in the way you practically squawk with laughter, and just like that he’s walking beside you away from the restaurant, bill being paid for a long time ago. “You really don’t give me a choice then!”

“Mm,” his eye crinkles. “No, not really.”

“At least you’re honest about it.”

“I’m always honest.”

You laugh at him again, rolling your eyes without even trying to hide it from him. “Sure, general.”

The rest of the walk is filled with just as spirited chatter. It’s refreshing to Jing Yuan- while its true that he tends to prefer a mutual, comforting silence, it doesn’t mean he cannot enjoy the moment. He greatly enjoys it- seeing you become so unfiltered around him makes him hopeful and happy, though he tries not to show just how much. By the time the two of you arrive at your home, things finally quiet, and you thank him genuinely as you stop in front of your door.

“There’s no need,” he waves off your thanks easily with a smile. “It was a pleasure to be with you tonight. And I hope you know that while we cannot do it every night, I will always be open to the idea of doing it again.” He hums before continuing, smile dropping a fraction. “And I hope you know I don’t mind your late nights. It’s been nice having the company, but it would be better if I knew it wasn’t at your own expense. Take care of yourself, ___.”

He seems to tie your tongue completely, because you merely stare at him in response. Not that Jing Yuan minds- he always likes when your eyes are on him, especially like this- when you look so soft and precious that you could break without proper care.

He wants to take care of you, he does. But he’ll try his best to reveal that to you along with everything else later on.

“Thank you, Jing Yuan,” your voice is soft once it manages to leave your throat. “I… well. I-“ you seem to be holding something back, expression debating before you visibly steel yourself.

And then, beyond all his expectations and planning, you take a step toward him and wrap your arms around him, closing the space between you. What’s unfair is that you don’t even give him any time to recover from his surprise, don’t give him the time to reciprocate and hold you tenderly and take notice to how your body feels against his-

Because as soon as you came, you’re gone. Face flushed adorably as you avoid his eyes and move toward your door, muttering a wish of goodnight to him. And then he’s suddenly all alone in the chill of night, staring at your front door.

Once Jing Yuan recovers, he can’t find it in himself to even be disappointed. No. No, he can only smile, perhaps he is even beaming as he slowly walks away from your door and back to the station of jetties so he can head home himself. But he’s not so sure he’ll rest all that well tonight, not when his mind is busy going over the night with you. He thinks about everything you said and the opportunities birthed from your honesty. But of course, more than any of that, he’s thinking about what else he’ll have to do to get you to surprise him again. If all it takes is a little vulnerability,

Than Jing Yuan thinks it’s worth it to be vulnerable with you.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #oh this is so good #i love this kind of caretaking

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#genshin impact #al haitham #jesus fuck #this is unfair

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When Wanderer slowly starts to make friends in Sumeru

#genshin impact #now i really do need him to conspire with collei to murder dottore #they both deserve it

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#honkai star rail #jing yuan #SOOOOOOON

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HIIIII! may i request for jing yuan teasing reader so much that they ended up kissing him??? and they’re still not in a relationship so pining and stuff 🥹

a/n: thank you for your request 🤍

no pronouns or gender described for reader.

⚝──⭒─ Jing Yuan ; tease ─⭒──⚝

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The Xianzhou Luofu is a peaceful place. Under impressive calculation and insight, the ship was led with a steady hand that knew how to avoid meaningless bloodshed and keep your kind’s goal ever so close. To live miraculously, not needlessly.

But that’s not to say the general leading the ship was without his own faults and quirks.

Out of all the places you’ve traveled in the Xianzhou alliance, you find yourself most satisfied when you’re stationed on the Luofu. It’s peaceful here. The general, however, was an entirely different story.

You could name at least five different general’s in the alliance that were more professional and easier to handle than Jing Yuan. And there were only seven general’s total.

It’s not that he was a bad guy. No, that wasn’t it at all- you think rather highly of Jing Yuan and you trust his leadership and judgement. It’s just when it came to personal matters and your own relationship with him, it was… how do you put it into words?

A sudden wisp of air blows by your ear and you startle out of your thoughts, nearly falling out of your seat. But two hands steadily hold the back of your chair, a pair of lips smiling next to your ear. “Miss me, lieutenant?”

“Jing Yuan!” You snap your head back to look at your general, who looks a little too happy with your reaction. As always. With a hand moving up to your ear, you growl at him- “I told you to stop doing that!”

“But you startle so easily, lieutenant,” he bemoans, moving some of his weight onto the back of your chair and making you unsteady. “I’m only worried for you. You should always be on high alert, I’m merely helping you.”

“Blowing on my ear while I focus on paperwork that you should be doing isn’t helping,” you deadpan. He doesn’t look bothered by your attitude, just smiling along with a sigh.

“Hmm… maybe you’re right.”

This was the sort of relationship you had with him, which you could of never expected. Jing Yuan just loved to mess with you, finding you during his spare time and poking at all your buttons to rile you up. And it’s honestly not all that bad, just childish games, but…

But he was your superior, and… he’s Jing Yuan, someone that’s undeniably powerful and attractive. Having all his attention on you, looking at you like that- it’s just not fair. That’s why you tried to put your foot down several times, but he never quite listened to you.

Infuriating. He’s beautiful and infuriating and there’s really nothing you can do about it.

So your weeks are always hectic, despite the overall peace on the ship. One day, your general is calling you over to share lunch with him only to make you sit still while he feeds you portions of his food (you hated that, he stared at you so intensely the entire time and you still have no idea what on earth he was trying to achieve by that), and then the next he’s dragging his fingers across your back and making you shiver, and when you look back he’s got his hands at his sides and playing innocent.

But you know he’s anything but innocent. He’s playing with your heart at this point, and you just keep letting him.

Except now… now you might be losing it a little bit.

His games with you had been endless recently. You aren’t sure what made him wake up one morning and decide to mess with you nonstop, but you’re starting to lose sleep over it. The- the blowing in the ear? It wasn’t even the start of his nonsense.

He’d trip you while you walked just to catch you in his arms, he’d make you sit with him while he did paperwork and all he’d do is stare at you the whole time. He’s even started to call you loving names.

Maybe that was your limit. When he started calling you sweetheart, dear one, darling. That was just too cruel, teasing you with what you could never have. Giving you the picture of reciprocation and love that could never be.

You wanted to settle this matter diplomatically. Sit down with him, tell him you were uncomfortable, and you knew Jing Yuan would stop. His games were supposed to amuse (him, mostly, but still) and not hurt. If he knew you felt bent out of shape about it, he’d take a step back.

But then he just did it again before you could even start. Right when you approached him at his desk, his golden eye gleaming and he leaned forward with his arms on his desk, hands clasped together.

“Oh, there you are, dear. You know, I was just thinking about you.” He smiles at you in that way he does, when he says things he doesn’t mean.

You try. You try to stay civil. “General Jing Yuan, I just need you to know that-“

“General Jing Yuan?” He interrupts you completely, eyebrows flying up his forehead. “Using the full title huh? I thought we were closer than that, or maybe you’re really serious.” Getting up from his chair, he starts to round the desk.

You clench your fists at your sides. “General, I-“

“You really can’t use my name?” Jing Yuan fully rounds the desk, approaching you slowly with an amused expression on his face and hands behind his back. He still thinks this is a joke. “I know you can. Drop the title. Your general demands it, if that’s what it takes.”

“… Jing Yuan, I want you to know that-“

“Ah, there it is. My name’s never sounded sweeter,” he smiles gleefully, and once he’s in front of you, he chuckles. “Alright. Thank you for adhering to my request, lieutenant. What do you need?”

You stare at him. You stare and stare and stare, because words have escaped you and suddenly you’re just angry. Angry at him. Angry at yourself.

Angry about the fact you want him so bad.

And as an amazing tactician as Jing Yuan is, somehow he doesn’t realize you’re angry. He just leans into your space, that coy look still on his face as he tilts his head. “At a loss for words, lieutenant?” He asks. “You’re not falling for me, are you?”

That’s it. That’s it! He wants to play married couple? Fine. He gets the whole package deal, then.

In what could only be a moment of insanity, your hands raise to hold either side of his face, tilting his head so he’s at your height when you swoop in and kiss him. And oh, you put your everything into that kiss. All your weight, your energy, your anger. You can feel Jing Yuan’s body tense under your touch when you first put your lips on his, a muffled sound of surprise escaping his mouth before you swallow it up. Taking multiple steps closer to him until you have him against his own desks, his hands grasping onto the surface to keep himself steady as you kiss him full.

You only stop once you need a breath of air. And once the air comes in and reaches your brain, you realize all at once what a complete idiot you are. You just kissed your general. Your superior.

You kissed Jing Yuan, who’s looking at you with his eyes blown wide open and his chest heaving to take back all the air you stole right out from under him.

It’s almost funny. He’s always so composed- you’ve never seen him look like this before.

It serves him right.

“I want you to stop teasing me, Jing Yuan,” you finally muster the courage to speak, knowing that he’s listening to your every word now. He’s paying more attention to you than ever before. Your hands still holding the sides of his jaw, you take a deep breath and will yourself to step away, bringing your hands away from him as you give him a hard look. “Stop saying things that you don’t really mean.”

Because then I might just kiss you again.

Your general blinks once, as if to reset his point of view, and he grows lax against his desk. Looks at you in a way you can’t really describe. “That’s fair,” he rasps, clears his throat. A hand wandering up to his jaw and smoothing over the skin. “I won’t say things that I don’t mean.”

“…Good.” Nodding curtly, you move to turn on your heel, thoroughly mortified with yourself for having done such a thing before Jing Yuan speaks up again.

“Though, maybe we got off on the wrong foot… because I don’t ever recall saying something that I didn’t mean, lieutenant.”

You turn back to look at him slowly, your eyebrows furrowed. You almost want to get angry again, but can’t find it in you. “What?”

He merely huffs through his nose in amusement, familiar smile creeping on his lips. “I don’t mind repeating myself, but not unnecessarily. You know that.”

“But you-“ this can’t be right. He’s messing with you again, isn’t he? “But you call me those names, and make me eat your food, and stare at me, and-“ he’s approaching you now. “And you touch me, and-“

There’s no reason for Jing Yuan to go to such lengths and tease someone he didn’t care about. He likes to waste his time, yes, but he only does so because he plans ahead. He sees things before they come and plans for the outcome and sets it in motion before people even realize what’s happening. Before you realize what’s happening.

You’re in his arms, swept up under his gaze just like always as he leans in and surrounds you with him. Him, only him. Eating up all your attention just like always. You’ve played right into his hands. Maybe not the way he exactly expected, but the outcome was what he was aiming for all the same.

“You want me,” you whisper. This time it’s your voice that’s a little hoarse. And Jing Yuan just smiles at you, so close to you that you can feel his warm breath on your cheeks.

“Immensely, dear.”

It seems that even after all this time that you’ve been alive, chasing after destiny… you still have a lot to grasp,

Especially when it comes to Jing Yuan.

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[lunarsigh]

Hello again, all. I have been completely taken over by Honkai Star Rail feels. There may be Jing Yuan fic on the way. I'm letting myself be self-indulgent about it right now, we'll see how it turns out.

In the meantime, if anyone would care to throw a romantic or sexy prompt for any of the currently playable characters (or, you know, one who will be playable this coming week) at a stranger to see what happens, I'd happily take them! My caveats/rules:

Looking for prompts that will keep themselves under or around 1k words.

Any heat level, including explicit, is on the table! I'm pretty open to most kinks as long as the prompter is an adult in their part of the world, and the prompt fits the rest of my points here.

None of the small-kid sized characters.

Male and female playable characters are both welcomed!

No Stellaron Hunters or Luocha at this point. I'm waiting for their character releases to wrap my brain around their actual characterization.

If not otherwise specified, I'll default to a female-identifying pairing partner, with female body parts for sexy stuff. But if you want something else - either a canon character pairing or a specific type of OC/reader/etc, please tell me!

No angst-only prompts, anything I write will have a happy/hopeful ending, even if it's a short thing.

I have no idea if there will be any takers, but I figured I'd throw this out there - nothing ventured, nothing gained! If you have a romantic or sexy prompt you'd like to see in the world, throw it my way!

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