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ilocqua · 10 months

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Jing Yuan's kisses are like a slow burning fire

The general of the Xianzhou Luofu...

...is reputable among the commonfolk for his strong will and nonchalant behavior regardless of whatever disaster seems to strike the ship.

He, as one of the many long life species dwelling among the Luofu, has developed this ability to remain dignified and calm - even when faced with the most dire situations... The general credits his conduct to the 700 years worth of wisdom he's obtained amidst his time spent being the general of the Luofu. To the fellow Cloud Knights that he leads, Jing Yuan is a lazy albeit good-hearted man. Many times has he been caught lounging around his desk, when he should really be signing that paperwork for the new shipment of supplies. In the same habit which he deals with his papers, it is the same when he deals with you. When Jing Yuan kisses you, it is slow. He is not a hasty man - he has nowhere to rush to in the particular moment - so why not spend his time lazily peppering kisses on your skin? One of his favorite positions to be in when kissing you has to be... you perched on his lap with either of your legs by the side of his hips. The general's right hand finds purchase in the back of your head, tangling his calloused fingers into the back of your hair as he urges you on deeper into the kiss, while his left hand busies itself by lazily tracing shapes on your skin... anywhere on your body - whatever area he could find.

When his sharp ears catch on to your whines of him 'teasing' you and keeping you on edge for so long, a low chuckle leaves his lips, and he parts from the passionate kiss while lightly pinching your hips. "My dearest finch... why must you be in such a hurry, hm?" He murmured in a quiet voice as he duck his head down and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck - inhaling and relishing in the scent which marks your skin. "Nobody is running after us... why don't we just savor the moment while it lasts?" Jing Yuan captures your lips with his - passionate yet still as slow as ever.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #locquas artifacts #hey so im back... somehow #im off of lesson coaching for a month #so ill try to publish as many of these bad boys as possible

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ilocqua · 1 year

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I wanna absolutely pamper the shit out of Diluc Ragnvindr.

And not in a spicy way or anything, like I genuinely want to make this man relax to the fullest, like housespouse shit, yanno?

(WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON, IK SOME PEEPS DONT LIKE THAT SO HEARS JUST A SMALL BEFORE YOU READ <33)

I'm a huge fan of domestic crap so I wanna wake up before him in the morning, admire his angelic sleeping face for a moment. I wanna sweep his crimson red hair out of his eyes and place a kiss on his forehead, watching his eyebrows twitch but ultimately- he ends up staying asleep.

I wanna go down in the kitchen where it's usually empty because it's so early in the morning, the maids were nice and really sweet, but sometimes they felt like an overwhelming presence in the manor.

I wanna silently make him a nice breakfast (I can't cook for shit, let's just pretend here) filled with the nicest homecooked meal ever, a plate of waffles topped with berries and drizzled with maple syrup; all set on a cute little plate. For his drinks... maybe a glass of milk? I don't think he would like to drink grape juice when he wakes up fresh in the morning so a simple glass of milk accompanies his crunchy breakfast.

I wanna put all that in a cute little tray and carefully balance it in my hands as I walk up the stairs and to our shared bedroom, I open the door and Diluc is sat there peacefully on the bed, rubbing his eyes.

His scarlet locks are let loose from their usual low ponytail, it's now fluffed up and messy from the fact that he just woke up. His bangs frame his face perfectly, capturing his defined facial features like a painting by a God framed by a beautiful, elegant mounting.

He's dressed in a crumpled, white button up and a pair of loose. black pants. His eyes are unfocused as he adjusts to the sunlight invading the room.

Archons, he was perfect, so so perfect.

I walk over to him slowly, settling the tray on his mahogany desk- usually filled with paperwork of all sorts, now arranged neatly and cleanly, I walk close to him before pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, smiling against his pale skin as I cup his face in my hands.

I mutter a small-

'Good morning, my love~'

As I gaze into his eyes with nothing but love entwined into my lovestruck gaze, I watch as a soft blush blooms on his pale face as my chaste kiss flusters him.

He mutters a quiet-

'Good morning, dearest...'

As he looks around, he notices the tray on his desk, the sweet smell of syrup entered his senses as the shine of the little berry toppings arouse his attention.

'You made that?'

He asks, I nod as I brush my hand delicately down his long crimson hair, placing another sweet peck on the crown of his head. He stands up before slowly treading over to his desk, he takes a seat on the velvet chair before he picks up a fork and takes a bite of the waffles.

His eyes light up from the sheer, savory taste of the waffles and maple syrup melt into his mouth like a perfect combination. He bites down on one of the berries as it created yet another satisfying gustatory image in his mind.

He hums in delight as he resumes eating, he didn't say much as he ate but I already knew that he loved it just from his reactions alone.

I smile in admiration, a soft flush on my cheeks as I watch him enjoy something that I made. Domestic moments like this were few and far between, so I made it a note to cherish them whenever they did happen.

I stood up from my place on the bed, picking up a brush from the bedside table before I walked over to where Diluc sat, brushing his hair thoroughly and carefully, doing my best to not pull or tug at any tangles.

The silence of the moment was perfect, there was no awkward air that surrounded us- it was just our presence, enveloped in the calm atmosphere of the early morning sun.

#oh the way i would write more if i had the time </3 #but my research task on parthenogenesis calls #oh fuck i also have psy hw #fuckkk #okay take this ppl #imma post a small sneekpeak of the dottfic #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #locquas artifacts

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ilocqua · 8 months

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TIME AND TIME AGAIN - A Mini-Series

~ KAVEH X GENDER NEUTRAL READER ~ ~ In this life and the next, my heart will be yours ~

Author's Note: I wanted to experiment between different types of 'Another Life, Same Love' so I thought Kaveh was a suitable guinea pig ꒰⁎×﹏×⁎꒱՞༘. Heads up! this is just the first part of this MINI SERIES, the second will be for NEUVILLETTE (my sweetums), then the third is dedicated ZHONGLI with similar tropes just altered each time!

Content Warning: Angst is your illness but some fluff is your remedy. It's not stated directly but READER is implicated to be a woman in their first life. The second half of this takes place when Kaveh was still a student in the Akademiya. Please let me know if I have missed anything!

☆ LIGHT OF THE KSHAHREWAR

Damn the Archons, damn this bloody war... A discontented grunt leaves his lips as he presses the cloth tighter to your wounds, coaxing another pained groan from yours. His calloused hands cup your face, trying to calm you down to the best of his abilities. "I-i know, I'm so sorry, hon. Please just-" He does it again, harder this time. The blood won't stop pouring, it only further stains the fabric in his hands. "-please just be strong. It hurts - I know, I'm sorry." That's all he could say as he attempted to stifle your wound despite you trying to push him away. Kaveh cries, a cry of frustration - why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn't this life just be fair to him for once... Damn it.

Damn it.

DAMN IT-! A bloody hands cards through his hair, startling Kaveh out of his own train of thoughts. He looks down at his own hands, they're trembling and the bloodied cloth has long since been abandoned to the muddy floor.

He gulps, hard, before reluctantly meeting your eyes and the dying light inside of them. But in a way, he too was another dying light, just like you. "Kaveh, my love..." You strain, your words coming out like like a rough croak. Your blood-soaked fingers brush through golden tendrils, tainting them with your blood and matting them to his skin. If it was any other moment he would've complained about the sticky feeling, but now wasn't the time. "Just..." The metallic taste of blood hits your tongue and invades your senses, prompting your face to scrunch with disgust. "Just rest, beloved... my wounds are not yours to heal-" "What are you saying?!" He interjects, smushing your face between his palms. He sees your widened eyes, the shock within them - but he can't find himself caring about that right now.

"Yo-you're my life, my breath, my muse - have you lost your mind? Are you trying to leave me to my lonesome in this cursed world, is that it?!"

Emotions.

He'd never learned how to control them. Not then.

Not now.

Not ever. You place your thumb on his lips and thankfully he hushes down. Pearly tears darken his lashes, mixing with the blood on his cheek as they ran down his face and create a transparent, crimson mixture. Then you smile. You're smiling... how? How could you smile at a time like this? It's crazy, it's absurd - he must have been infected by the abyss because he too can feel the corners of his lips curl upwards at the sight of you so unexplainably happy. "Let us both face it, Kaveh. Nothing can save us now..." He's about to speak once more, but your press your forehead to his and close your eyes, relishing in the generous warmth he provided to your decaying body. "My muse..." His voice cracks as he takes in your expression; you've given up. No no, you can't give up - not yet, not ever...! He lacks the strength to protest and he can only sob silently against your body, bunching soil and dirt in his palms.

He hears the ground beneath them rumble loudly, the heated winds like a flame as it bites at their skins and threatens to tear them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left of them but bones. Kaveh bites his lips and closes his eyes, uttering whispers of affection and tender, bittersweet nothings. None of them catch your attention... except one. "In another life, my breath... I will love you once more." And those are the last words you hear before a storm of sand rushes in with howling gales, encapsulating you and Kaveh in its ruthless embrace. ...

"You think they were lovers?" A sudden voice bewitches his attention and he looks to his left, eyes widening at the sight of his classmate - a fellow student under the Kshahrewar. His pencil ceases its scraping against the coffee-colored page and he looks back up at them, then back at the scene set before them. "They probably could have been, judging off the way they held each other-" He mumbles softly, flipping his sketchbook shut, "-it seems quite personal, perhaps even intimate." Standing before them was a remnant of the past, a relic held together by sand and some other elemental force that couldn't quite be identified. There kneeled a man, his knees digging into the sand beneath his body as he crouched over another individual, foreheads pressed against one another with his hands positioned tenderly over their cheek It was a peculiar position, quite unlike the others that surrounded it. Every other sand statue within at least a five mile radius seemed to be running, fleeing desperately for their lives, tripping over their own feet just to do so. But the duo seemed almost as if they had accepted their inevitable fate, only wishing to dwell in their final moments with each other. It almost saddened Kaveh, picturing a made-up story behind such a tragic scene; two people - be they lovers, friends or foes - relishing in the calm before the storm, their last minutes of life. "Nice sketch, by the way." You finally spoke up after a few seconds (that felt like years) of awkward silence, breaking the invisible barrier between you and your classmate. A cough into your fist, a light blush rising to your cheeks as you looked away sheepishly. "I saw it before you closed your sketchbook... it was really pretty." Kaveh felt his cheeks heat up from the compliment. A sparkle lights his eyes - he's flattered, very much so, he did his best to hide his sketches from everyone... so to hear such praise, even though it was quite small, gave him a feeling of elatedness. His heart grew wings and now they flew around in his chest along with the swarm of butterflies. "Ah, thank you...! That's really sweet of you, um..." He paused, his brows knitting together as he tried to remember your name. A shame, nothing could pop into his head - you two had been classmates for... what, nearly three years now? And he couldn't recall your name! He bit the inside of his cheek out of embarrassment. You couldn't shovel down the little snort that forced its way out your throat as well as the crinkling of the corners of your eyes when you smiled. Holding out a friendly hand to shake, you introduced yourself with a grin. "It's [NAME]. Wanna be friends?" He takes your hand almost immediately and nods, sparkles forming in those ruby red eyes of his. "Kaveh. And yes, I would like that~!"

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