Hi! This is my account and these are the rules for requests and a bit of information about myself!
I’m honestly new to this …
I will block any account that has untitled on its blog but if they have some posts and I hope that’s enough to prove that they aren’t a bot.
My requests are open so please send some ideas because my brain is absolutely fried !
✨🪼Types of writing :
I can write;
- Fanfictons
- headcannons
- scenarios
- attempt (and fail) at match ups
- I can also just listen to you guys rambles about life or some character.
- I’m basically a free therapist!
- I have literally about 120 speeches about live and motivational quotes.
- plus advice!
-You can also request part 2 of a fic if you’d like.
✨🪼Theme:
I can write;
- Angst/comfort
- Angst/no comfort
- Fluff
- smut
Generally , I don’t write smut, but I will if someone requests it , if you do , please specify which gender! I don’t want drama if I get the gender wrong .
- incest
- p-dophilla
- Stepcest
- just dark content in general
However , at times I might do some mildly Yandere things .
✨🪼Some information about me:
- Estp
-23
- Libra
-I can be called jellyfish or Jelly!
- My favorites are Jing yuan , Dan Heng( either form) and Jiyan!
- I can have 12 ideas in a day and then for the rest of the week it’s brain dead .
- Sleep schedule? Don’t know em.
- I like reading books and playing piano
- My birthday is October 10th , sorta convenient no? 10/10!
Okay , so I’ve seen a lot of posts where people are complaining about the cultural representation of the Aztecs and Mexican people , saying that the company is not representing them properly and there’s actually a post where the link a petition to get hoyo to stop making their characters so white .
I’m going to be real here .
People , stop taking things so personally, they are a Chinese company , the beauty standard is white , also , you play the game , stop complaining when you also enjoy the game too. The people at hoyo have tons of pressure from the Chinese government and standards of games .
There’s literally changed their character designs to fit the standards of games for Asian servers
The workers spend hours trying to design characters and parts of treat all for our entertainment while we leak the content and shame everything they make , currently, we’re hating on them for making characters that don’t represent the culture.
But listen.
Is it really a misrepresentation of culture when the people are just pale skinned?
They’ve added the features of the land like how Mexico would be represented as and also they’ve spent days designing and developing characters for us .
We really need to stop this .
Now it is completely okay to spam my inbox with hate , I understand if it’s offensive.
But why the fuck would you people recent people form actually enjoying the fycking game but spamming back reviews and trying to prevent people from finding content they actually like .
After your swift departure following his heat, Jing Yuan copes with your strange behavior. He only hopes you will crumble, so he may catch you.
minors, antis and ageless blogs dni
part i - part ii - part iii (coming soon!)
notes: ohhhh mommy jing yuan how you continue to captivate me. this piece has been so fun to dive into!! and has gotten longer than anticipated :'^) though o4o was a planned two shot, it will now be in three parts!! please enjoy this part and all the goodness of caring kind and patient mommy jing yuan <33 thank you soo much to @ofmermaidstories, @owlespresso, & @honeyedgifts for beta reading and providing invaluable feedback. KITH!! now ENJOY!!
CW: a/b/o, omega jing yuan, omega reader, reader with afab anatomy and referred to with they/them pronouns, a burgeoning mommy jing yuan, hurt/comfort, sick fic, angst that WILL resolve (i prommy), author-cooked omegaverse lore, one threat of spanking, a single named OC, medical environments, past dan feng/jing yuan/yingxing
Jing Yuan remembers his first heat startlingly well.
It occurred only a day or two after he presented. He’d been Jingliu’s apprentice for less than half a decade. Fresh-faced and young, soft in his cheeks with youth. His scent had sweetened rather suddenly while out in the field with his fellow Cloud knights. His normally neutral aroma turned to something balmy and honey-like in the space of an afternoon. Jing Yuan had felt tender in the days leading up to this change, however, he hadn’t thought anything of it.
He was raised by two betas, after all. They had not bothered teaching Jing Yuan the signs to look out for when nearing the precipice of presenting and the symptoms of an impending heat. Jing Yuan hadn’t understood why the aggressive scents of sweat and musk that clung to the bedclothes and sleep sacks of his fellow recruits bothered him so much. He hadn’t understood why his chest and inner thighs ached, despite not being bruised or overworked by Jingliu’s training exercises. He did not understand why a few of the squirrelier recruits in his company seemed to follow a few paces behind him after their afternoon exercises, lingering around the communal shower as Jing Yuan washed himself.
Jingliu, however, was a coupled alpha with a very kind, loving omega mate. And the moment Jingliu smelled Jing Yuan, freshly bathed and without the reek of sweat on him, she quarantined him to a private quarter with as many blankets and pillows as she could find.
Jingliu was not an affectionate master. She was rather cold and rarely gave Jing Yuan any type of leniency during his training. She did not know restraint, she knew mastery and passion like they were her lovers and not the chipper Foxian that Jing Yuan would one day come to call one of his most beloved friends.
Yet, as Jing Yuan ripened and his first heat rolled over him, Jingliu was outstandingly kind. She stayed with him in his nest of scratchy, ill-suited blankets and scented him as gently as she knew how. Wrist-to-wrist, nosing at his sweaty temple tentatively. She saw to him until Baiheng could arrive and take up the task.
Jing Yuan can still recall hazily watching Baiheng and Jingliu exchange scents at his bedside, caressing each other so tenderly in a mere greeting. He remembers thinking:
“Will I be held like that one day?”
The thought was violent back then. Jing Yuan had not yearned in such a way before and he immediately assumed such a deep desire for intimate companionship surely had to come from his heat-addled mind.
Jing Yuan now knows that this assumption is wrong.
He had been held kindly, one day, by Yingxing and Dan Feng who tended to him so well. The kindest mates, sweet in their own ways, though always sharp-tongued. They both carried attitudes, but Jing Yuan didn’t mind the teasing and prodding they exchanged. The banter was half the fun. Jing Yuan knew that it would one day end, as Yingxing was short-lived and Dan Feng would’ve (should’ve) outlived Jing Yuan.
(It did end, but so differently than he expected. Yingxing, an abomination torn asunder that barely recognizes Jing Yuan as an old, scorned friend and not a lover. Dan Feng— now Dan Heng— he who wears the face of the man Jing Yuan loved but who cannot ever give him the same things. He who will never want the same things.)
Jing Yuan carried (carries) his broken heart well. What’s done is done. Jing Yuan never expected to be loved again, cherished or held like something to be cherished or held. Gentleness, he gives to others when he can, though he would never expect to receive it.
Maybe he craved it.
How could he not?
Regardless of secondary gender, everyone needs care.
In the throes of his heat, he craves the presence of a lover and companionship so deeply it makes him feel sick. His heats now are nothing like this first heat, where Baiheng wiped his brow with a cold rag and whispered to him kind praises like a mother would. They are nothing like the many he shared with Yingxing and Dan Feng, who fought over the best ways to please and sate him.
His heats now are lonely things. They are seldom more than a grudge match between the repetitive stress injuries in his arms and the knotting toys he keeps at his bedside and his motivation to be fucked and knotted by a false phallus made of silicone. His heats are unpleasant, truthfully, and if it wasn’t detrimental to his health, Jing Yuan would take an abortive medication before each one and stop them from occurring at all.
Until recently.
You somehow snuck your way close to him (he invited you to do so), and offered him the thing he had craved for centuries without a second thought. No expectations, no transaction. Your earnestness had always been a point of attraction for Jing Yuan. Sincerity as a turn on. You offered him your presence, body, scent and a smile for nothing more than an assurance that he wanted you.
And, of course he did. Jing Yuan is not a proud man, and he will admit his faults readily. And whether it’s a quirk of biology, his own psyche, or some combination of the two, he wants you.
And now he has had you.
And yet, you left him and his bed cold.
...
Jing Yuan worries in the days that follow his heat. Post-heat makes him antsy and anxious in a way that is uncommon for him. He alternates between pacing the courtyards in the middle of his estate and burying his face in the linens and pillows of his nest, soaking up as much of your fading scent as he can. He lives in the robe you had favored. He brings the wide, silk neckline of the garment to his nose frequently to inhale the strongest smell of you that lingers there.
He feels, notably, a bit pathetic.
It isn’t like him to stew like this even in post-heat. Usually, he’ll be on edge and fatigued, spending a day or two in bed before returning to the Seat of Divine Foresight to catch up on paperwork. It’s unpleasant, but not unbearable, and he doesn’t carry the same pit in his stomach that he does now.
His palms sweat during the day hours. He sleeps poorly.
It doesn’t help that you hardly contact him during the days that follow. He received a single text from you, just after you had left so abruptly:
[name]: i just got home safe. i apologize again. i hope you are well.
And nothing beyond that.
Jing Yuan assumes your own heat had hit. This is the most logical conclusion, as occasionally one omega’s heat can trigger another’s. It explains your erratic behavior and the scent-blocking patches plastered to the side of your neck. And Jing Yuan supposes it is fair for you to want to be home, near your nest your instincts would urge you to.
However—
(Jing Yuan is pathetic and a bit petty, and cannot deny that he is upset that you didn’t think to ask him to be your heatmate, after you so diligently and tenderly cared for him.)
Jing Yuan is not used to the conflict between his omegan urges and his own sense of reason. It makes him feel sick with a headache during the final day of his post-heat. He can’t even enjoy his usual tonic of ginger, lemon, and lyran root without a roll of nausea. His post-heat finishes with him alone (naturally, it seems, as it always is) and with a tummy ache that would flatten him were he a weaker man and not Arbiter-General.
...
Jing Yuan does not expect you to appear at your weekly, scheduled lunch. He assumes you are in the throes of your heat. He assumes you are—
(Suffering alone, in an empty nest probably. Or, had you contacted someone? There’s an insecure murmuring in the back of Jing Yuan's mind that worries you had flagged down someone else to keep your company. Maybe an alpha coworker from the Sky-Faring Commission. Maybe a sensible beta acquaintance who can keep an eye on you, but never get too close. Perhaps, you had hired a handsome, pay-per-heat alpha to warm your bed. Jing Yuan hasn’t indulged, but there are plenty of services on the Luofu that offer a catalog of vetted alphas to knot and sate a needy omega.)
It’s an easy spiral to fall into. One Jing Yuan worries himself in until your next lunch.
His worries turn to confusion upon arriving at his terraced garden to find you already at the gate. You idle, bouncing on your toes with a basket thrown over your arm. Jing Yuan can smell the aroma of freshly baked bread and rich, warm butter emanating from the basket. It mixes with your... scent beautifully. It soothes something in him instantly.
You give him a timid wave and a soft, “Hello, Jing Yuan.”
(Something in him aches.)
Jing Yuan assesses you quickly as you, together, set up the picnic for the meal in silence. Your neck is bare, soft, and unblemished. Not a single bite mark peaks above your collar which provides Jing Yuan with so much relief, that he almost sighs aloud. You seem well-fed, cheeks filled out and soft. Most interestingly, your scent is not heat-stricken. There’s not a hint of pre, post, or standing heat on you. The only difference to your scent is the taste of smoke that lingers in the back of his throat, something charred and acidic. Displeasure. Anxiety.
This all leaves Jing Yuan with more questions than answers, however he asks none during the meal.
Perhaps, Jing Yuan is feeling fragile. Your relationship feels tenuous, despite the seemingly consensual, pleasurable intimacy you so recently shared. Regardless of that, you sit across from him at the low table, picking over your plate quietly and nipping at the skin around your cuticles when you’re not. You can barely meet his eyes as Jing Yuan makes surface-level small talk.
“The weather is lovely today, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
...
“This bread is wonderful. What bakery did you pick up from?”
“The one at the edge of Aurum Alley. With the striped banner in the window.”
...
“How is Yukong and the Sky Faring Commission these days?”
“Just fine.”
...
Just fine.
It’s stilted and odd. You are clearly aware of the tension, with your shoulders drawn up to your ears and a half-scowl fixed on your pretty lips. Jing Yuan does what he can to parry around it, and draw out what he can from you gingerly. He doesn’t wish to pry at you; he knows it won’t do any good with you this guarded. He’s never known you to be anything other than earnest, so it is easy to conclude that your current demeanor and behavior are based within some type of discomfort.
He does not want to worsen it.
Lunch ends quickly that first week. You do not linger, only offering a quick goodbye before escaping him through a back entrance to the gardens. You offer him a single, fleeting look that echoes a pain Jing Yuan isn’t sure he has a name for yet. It makes something in him shudder and fracture, the soft-hearted omega in him begging the rational, sensical parts of him to chase you down, drag you by your scruff into his nest and explain yourself.
However, Jing Yuan does not. Instead, he leaves you with a melancholy smile on his lips and worn lines under his eyes.
...
Over the next few weeks, your lunches follow the same pattern. You arrive first, act cold and sad during the meal and leave promptly without lingering once it is over. Your scent remains acrid, varying sometimes to sickly sweet in a way that makes Jing Yuan nauseous. You hardly touch your food and offer him little in the way of conversation. Or information. Or anything remotely in the same realm as the soft closeness you had shared in his nest, or the lilting banter you exchanged before.
Jing Yuan bides his time and does what he can to put you together, outside of your scheduled, weekly meetings.
He reviews your social media for any new postings (there are none). He is keen to take note of any others’ scents that linger on you during your lunches (there are none that are unusual). He even trails you to the evening markets a few times. You’re sullen even then, picking veggies and fruit with a darkened expression. Tired and cold.
It is perhaps... invasive for Jing Yuan to keep such an intense eye on you. He can accept that. It seems like the wiser option than prodding and poking you and your off mood when you clearly want to spend the least amount of time with him as possible. Jing Yuan knows he must maneuver about your relationship carefully.
And truthfully? This is unknown territory to him. He is cautious.
And ultimately? Jing Yuan surmises that you will come to him before he must prod you. You are honest and Jing Yuan is certain (certain) that it must be very difficult for you to hold your tongue and fester the way you are. He resolves to allow you to wallow for a bit longer, before stepping in. He’ll examine you more closely then and find the weak points in your facade if necessary. He’ll lance through them then, and some type of catharsis will follow. The outcome of which he hopes is favorable.
(He hopes that it ends in companionship. Coupling, if he is to dream. He’ll take scraps as long as it is you.)
This behavior of his could, theoretically, destroy your relationship.
(Dan Feng never liked prying. He was a very private person who was so, so careful with what he shared. Even with his mates. Inversely, Yingxing was far from private. He complained and groused about anything and everything that rubbed him the wrong way. There were times when Yingxing would attempt to contain his poor moods, though this was rarely successful. It would inevitably lead to an evening-long outburst between the three of them. Explosive anger and sadness would fade into a sweetened dusk as they shared Jing Yuan’s nest, comforted by the warmth and lack of space between them.
What destroyed their relationship was the unnamed thing that Yingxing and Dan Feng shared that did not include Jing Yuan.
Jing Yuan never minded it. Both Yingxing and Dan Feng operated in their own unique niches on the Luofu, as High Elder and a rare short-lived genius, and they found a special type of kinship in that. Jing Yuan was not jealous within their polycule.
Perhaps he should have been.
Dan Feng’s brooding anxiety was a quiet thing. Like a storm out at sea, writhing as one looked on it from the shoreline. Something to watch out for, to run from, to seek high ground away from, but so distant that it was easy to dismiss.
Dan Feng feared Yingxing’s inevitable, looming death. Dan Feng loved so deeply and he would lose it so soon. Jing Yuan felt similarly but tempered the feeling. Dan Feng, despite his many meditations and mantras, did not.
Dan Feng had been given so little that was truly his in his lifetime. To have the life of a lover ripped away by something as trivial as biology incensed him.
Yingxing entertained Dan Feng too much. Spurred on things too large for him to truly understand. It’s belittling to say, but Jing Yuan believed it then, and believes it even more in retrospect. Yingxing researched and fed Dan Feng’s hope and anxiety in tandem. He kept Jing Yuan in the dark near the end, with lust-filled nights, a fat knot, and a well-cared-for nest.
When Jing Yuan pressed the two of them about their shared absences, their oddly timed visits to Scale Gorge and peculiar demeanors, he was pushed away. Shut out. It made him hurt and shake and only the two of them could put him back together in those instances. To be squeezed between them, fucked out and full, would soothe any wounds their distance left. Temporarily. They’d only be more distant the morning after and the cycle would begin again.
For all of his sharpness, Jing Yuan was unable to stop them in the end
Truly, how does one stop the mighty storm, born from the sea and the volcanic belches beneath its surface? Jing Yuan is only a man. To be caught in the ocean’s swirling undertow and the sky’s gales would have been a fruitless struggle. Treading water in the calm sea was hard enough. Under the tempest Dan Feng and Yingxing birthed? Jing Yuan could not bear it. He did not know how. The mutually-assured destruction that the duo brewed was not meant for anyone other than each other.
Jing Yuan wonders if his own aches had pushed the two away from him and closer to each other.
Was it guilt they were both too stubborn to name? Or, something worse like dislike or even hate? Did they only tolerate him, by the end, when they were too engrossed in their plans to achieve immortality to care about their omega anymore? Was Jing Yuan’s long-faded claiming bite a burden to them?
Jing Yuan tries not to dwell on it. It makes him too sad.
He will not deny the effects that their departure had on him. He is tentative to entertain lasting bonds like the ones he once had. He rejects every suitor. He is far too careful in sharing his burdens with those who do care for him. He dances with his words and feelings better than any street performer in Aurum Alley.
He worries for you because he has created some type of bond with you, and he worries that if he pries, you will run off and away from him, into a storm that he cannot weather, only to be swallowed by it.)
So, Jing Yuan is careful.
...
Things boil over exactly a month after Jing Yuan’s heat.
It is sooner than expected, though you are a tender-hearted thing. Perhaps Jing Yuan should’ve suspected that you would break within your own turmoil sooner rather than later.
On this day, you are not early to lunch. You are absent from the gates at the appointed time. Initially, Jing Yuan thinks you perhaps went in without him (you never do, always waiting to walk in step with him), though you are not any place in the garden when he does enter. The low table is bare as he steps under the gazebo and settles himself onto one of the silk pillows.
Jing Yuan can’t help but be nervous, rubbing at the scent glands on his wrist without thinking of it. As the minutes tick by, his unease grows like an oily bubble in his chest.
(You haven’t sent him any messages indicating you wouldn’t be here. You haven’t ever been so late before, never left him idling like this without any sort of communication. Your silence seems to speak more than anything else you’ve said to him in the past few weeks.)
(‘I don’t want to see you anymore, Jing Yuan.’)
Before Jing Yuan has further time to catastrophize, the back gate to the garden opens with a slam. It shuts far more quietly a moment later. You stand next to it, fumbling with the mechanical latch.
As your scent bleeds over the garden, Jing Yuan stands without thinking. His own spiral shatters.
Your scent is sour. Like something rotten, like a fruit ripened and laid with the eggs of insects. It’s far more alarming than the off notes that your scent has carried recently. It’s sickly sweet, earthen, and fleshy in a way that is startling and putrid. The sweet warmth of it is gone, not even a layer of it remains as you mutter to yourself, continuing to struggle with the gate, visibly panicking.
You speak before Jing Yuan can further acknowledge you, “I’m s-so sorry to be late. I-I got caught up with something in the Alchemy Commission, and the Starskiff tram— it filled up and I had to catch the next one, and then— I missed my stop? I’m sorry—”
You run a hand through your hair and tug.
Jing Yuan must attempt to soothe you, yes? He keeps his voice even and low as he says, “It’s alright.”
You do not look well, Jing Yuan realizes as he nears you. Your appearance matches your scent. Sweat soaks your temples, running in rivulets down your neck to visibly soak the collar of your innermost garments. Your pupils are pinpricked, gaze far away even as you (attempt) to speak to him. Your lips are chapped, chewed raw. The petal-softness looks almost busted open on one side from the abuse.
You scowl at him and shake your head.
“It hardly is.” You mumble. “I—I didn’t mean to make you wait. Or worry— if you did. I’m sorry to assume.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Jing Yuan approaches you carefully, slowly, the way one would approach a frightened, soaked kitten. “How about we sit, hm? I’ve already poured us both water, and it looks like you could use some.”
You open your lips to protest, and the bloody scab at the corner tears. Fresh scarlet bleeds over the puckered flesh and you turn away from him, just enough to paw at the wound obscured.
“I’m sorry.”
Jing Yuan’s heart breaks a fraction.
Your unwellness strikes something in him, and a white-hot dread burns from the base of his skull, down his spine, and settles in his hands and lower core. It is the physical reaction to the lucid understanding that something is clearly wrong. He can’t quite parse what, but he knows he needs to find out. Mend. Do something because if he has to hear the broken inflection in your voice for much longer, he will shatter. His nerves and resolve are more frayed than he thought.
With his voice soft and gentle, he says, “I appreciate you thinking of me, however, you truly do not need to apologize. If you’d like, you can continue your apologies once we get you into the shade and get some water in you. It’s already chilled. I’ll pour you a glass. How does that sound?”
It’s a belittling way to speak to you. He knows this, yet cannot stop the way his tone sweetens and lightens. It feels— natural, instinctual. It makes his mouth feel dry and tacky because—
(God, when was the last time he allowed himself to respond to his own anxiety and need to care in this way?)
(Will you be receptive to it?)
You stare at him, scowling and wet-eyed, “It— sounds f-fine. I can pour the water, though.”
(Perhaps.)
Jing Yuan steels himself, “Would you let me? I’d very much like to.”
“I always p-pour it though,” you sniffle. “You don’t need to.”
“I’d like to.”
He would.
Jing Yuan offers you his hand, palm up and inviting.
(He anticipates a rejection. There’s an afterimage, a fragmented memory of Dan Feng scolding Jing Yuan for this flavor of soppy vulnerability. Yingxing once laughed in his face for this type of sober-minded, sexless tenderness. They didn’t mean it to be cruel. They didn’t know how it bruised part of him so deeply that centuries later, his hand trembles the slightest bit as he holds it out to you with the same feelings warming his chest down to his toes.)
You take his hand.
Jing Yuan feels himself relax, if only a little.
He guides you back to the table, rubbing his thumb along the meat of your palm. He deposits you next to him at the table, rather than your usual spot across. You don’t seem to mind, you’re too focused on immediately fussing with the pillows and mats below you. Jing Yuan idles, watching.
You’re so uncomfortable in your own skin.
It takes you a while to settle. You shift from your knees, to cross-legged, then back to your knees. The pillow you’re atop clearly isn’t to your liking as you wobble on top of it, frown deepening as you try to get comfortable. You don’t look at him— or you won’t look at him, he isn’t entirely sure.
Jing Yuan pours each of you a glass of water and sets yours close to you.
“Drink?”
“Not yet,” You shove at the pillow between your legs. Your voice pinches. “I— I need a moment.”
“Take your time,” Jing Yuan assures you.
(He will not let you hurt for long. He can’t.)
You push and pull at the cushion. Your thighs quiver as you barely manage to hold yourself up to try and sit more comfortably. Jing Yuan watches you, taking note of how your body seems to struggle with its own weight. When your outer garment spreads open around your legs and he gets a peak of your inner layers, he can see that you’re soaked. Though, there’s no scent of slick on you. He presumes it must be sweat.
Poor, poor thing.
You gnaw at your bottom lip, teeth digging into the wound that’s already there. It weeps blood, a little smear of it dragging onto your chin.
That’s enough.
Jing Yuan snatches your water glass up. Gently, he presses the rim of it to your lips.
“Drink, please.”
It’s a gamble, truthfully. This much proximity and care could scare you off. It could make you turn tail and run, really. But, Jing Yuan needs this, he thinks. He needs to show you he cares in a way that is tangible and touchable and maybe then—
(You will understand the depth of his feelings. Maybe, you’ll even learn you can lean on him.)
You look over the top of the glass at him with widened eyes, “I—”
“Perhaps it will help you settle. You look quite dehydrated.”
“B-But I feel gross, I don’t want to drink anything.”
Jing Yuan implores you, “Will you try?”
“I don’t want to.” Your tone edges to that of a petulant child, fists balling up over your thighs. “I-I don’t know if it will help.”
Jing Yuan hums thoughtfully. “It certainly won’t hurt to have a small sip, would it?”
“... Probably not.”
You flash him a teary look before jolting your gaze away from him, blinking rapidly.
“For me, then?” Jing Yuan asks. “Just a little sip. If it makes you feel worse, you don’t need to drink any more. But, I really do think it will help.”
“... Okay.” You concede.
Jing Yuan expects you to take the glass from him. You have been careful not to touch him since his heat after all, and with how cagey you are, this hardly seems like the exception. And yet, you wrap your hands around his own that hold the glass, and tilt it back to sip. He follows the motion, careful to make sure you don’t choke.
Jing Yuan watches you take a small sip, then another, then a third, and suddenly you throw back the glass and take a gulp.
It soothes something in him.
He’s careful to keep the glass tilted just right so you do not drown yourself. You take large sips, water spilling from the corners of the glass, down your chin. Jing Yuan feels soothed as you finish it, allowing him to pour you another. You shake like a leaf next to him as he does.
“Slower with this next one,” Jing Yuan urges. “Would you like me to help you again?”
“I—I— No. You shouldn’t.” You shake your head. A moment later, you lay forward, face down on the table, bracing your forehead against the wood and hiding your face from him. Your arms wrap around your middle. “You shouldn’t have to.”
You curl in on yourself.
“But, I’d like to. If it would help you and make things easier.”
Jing Yuan moves to pet the back of your head but pauses, just before he does. He hovers there, considering, assessing—
He can’t be entirely sure what state you’re in. It’s clearly not heat, nor is it pre-heat. Perhaps you are ill regardless of your heat cycle, but he hadn’t noticed any other symptoms other than sweating, a clear fever, and your rancid scent. He cannot be sure any type of contact, intimate or otherwise, will be wanted, let alone welcomed.
He takes a chance.
(Jing Yuan remembers that you are a soft creature. Fragile and craving. You need contact, even if you think you don’t. Jing Yuan will remind you of this.)
He sweeps any hair off the back of your neck and lays his palm flat over the nape of it. His fingers wrap around the sides of your throat, just barely, and squeeze. Not enough to cause discomfort, just applying enough pressure that you can both be grounded in it. Jing Yuan nearly growls when he feel the absolutely torched state of your scent glands—
You keen. It’s a warbling thing and tension leaks out from you. Like a half-built home, you collapse in on yourself. You sniffle a moment later and press your face harder into the wood. Jing Yuan— he can’t have that. Seeing you hurt hurts him. He coaxes your head up as much as he can and rubs at the skin of your neck. Not near your scent glands, they’re too sensitive, even with the barest touch. He leaves them alone as a concern to sort out later.
You allow him this contact. You even lean into it and toward him as he pets you. Your shoulder bumps into his own and Jing Yuan can feel the heat coming off of you in waves. He hates this. He hates seeing you in pain, suffering, and he wants to fix it, but biding his time is the best option. He must be coaxing and gentle regardless of how he’d like to heft you over his shoulder, take you back to his nest, and make sure you are safe and well-cared for. It would help. Whatever state you’re in, suffering alone can’t be helping you. But being too rash could scare you off so easily.
You shiver beside him. Poor, poor thing. Your eyes are red-rimmed and glassy. He squeezes your neck reassuringly. Instantly, you’re hiding and burying your face in your hands.
“Jing Yuan,” you say softly. “You must stop being kind to me. Please.”
“I don’t think I can, dear.” His tongue slips and his heart aches. What a foolish idea for you to have. “Why do you not want me to be kind to you?”
“Because—” You chew on your words and shake your head. “I— I haven’t been good to you. I’ve actually been shit to you, and— it’s not fair for you to be so kind to me when I have been so vile.”
‘Vile’ is too strong of a word. Too cruel to yourself. You’ve been avoidant, yes. Unwell and dealing with so poorly, entirely. But vile? Hardly. Though your actions stung, he doesn’t hold the previous weeks against you. Especially in this moment, where his concern far outweighs any other feeling he carries. Any other pains you’ve caused him can be addressed later. There is more to parse. But nothing that takes precedence now that you are beginning to crumble.
“I disagree.” Jing Yuan says your name, sweet on his lips and aching between his ribs, “Please do not speak of yourself so poorly.”
“But it’s true,” your voice wobbles. Your shoulders shake. “I deserve it, don’t I? You are too kind to me, Jing Yuan, but I have been cruel to you. I left you in post-heat. I continue— to see you and pretend everything is fine, and that we’re fine, and that I’m fine even if we both know that something clearly isn’t. Yet, I-I’m too much of a fucking coward to say anything to you. I k-keep withholding things from you. I keep messing up and I hate that I’m doing it. I feel awful, lying to you and keeping you away. And yet, you are still kind to me—”
A sob breaks your last word and your hands fly to cover your mouth.
He says your name again, voice threatening to break, “It’s alright—”
“But it’s not!” You snap. “I-I care about you so much, Jing Yuan. I really do and I keep messing up. And I-I don’t know how to fix anything. I’m sorry.”
Jing Yuan collects himself and makes a series of decisions very quickly. It’s necessary. Your scent is putrid. Angry and rotten now. And Jing Yuan can’t bear to watch you struggle like this anymore.
He acts. It’s a flurry of motion in which he snakes his arms around your waist. In a single heave, he pulls you into his lap. He hauls you close, against his chest your legs thrown over his thighs. You fight him, just a little. A bit of squirming and a shove or two at his chest, but he isn’t perturbed. His arm stays securely wrapped around your middle as he tugs you closer still. You push against his shoulder with a frown.
“Jing Yuan—”
He tilts your chin up with a wide palm. You startle when you meet his gaze, almost cowering.
“I will not sit here and listen to you berate yourself any further for my sake,” Jing Yuan levels his gaze. He will be stern. He thinks you need it. “Do you understand?”
You bare your teeth at him, “I’m being honest—”
Jing Yuan reaches up and tears one of the scent-blocking patches on the side of his neck off and tosses it aside. His scent radiates. It’s concerned, worried, hurt but the achy kind of pain. Bitter and wind-whipped. You stiffen as his scent mingles with yours. There’s a sharp quality to his own scent that makes you cower just a bit, sinking further into his lap and the support of his arm wrapped around you.
“You are being incredibly harsh to yourself,” Jing Yuan tells you, softening his voice. He pets your cheeks and watches your eyes begin to water once more. “It doesn’t serve me, and it certainly doesn’t serve you. I know that you are upset, I have been able to smell it since the moment you entered the garden. I would like to help, but I can’t if you focus on being cruel to yourself, rather than telling me what is hurting you so badly.”
“I—” You swallow and wring your hands in your lap. Your words fade off and you only nod.
Tears slip down your cheeks anew. Before you have a chance to try and wipe them away, Jing Yuan ducks his head lower, closer to yours, and swipes the tears away with his thumbs. You sniffle when he does, meeting his eyes, only to look away quickly and fix your gaze on the ground. Your shoulders stay slack, though.
(A sign of submission.)
Jing Yuan will take it. He adjusts so that you’re fully bundled in his lap and he buries his nose in your hair. Ideally, he would drag you to lie down in the piles of satin blankets and pillows but Jing Yuan thinks better of it. He’s unsure he’d be able to get up if he were to get tangled up with you. The instinct to nest feels too intense to not heed if he were nestled any closer to you and the soft cushions.
You shiver against his chest. Whether it’s fever or nerves, it is hard to tell. You almost vibrate, sniffling and allowing Jing Yuan to tend to your cheeks. You even let him press his lips below each of your eyes. A little sob cuts off as he pulls away from you. He squeezes around your waist.
“Will you tell me what is going on?” He asks, voice hardly above a whisper.
You gather yourself, then nod. Your cheek squishes against the plate of armor on his chest and you bear into him. It doesn’t even seem like you’re doing so on purpose.
“I m-messed up,” you tell him quietly. “Really bad.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing that can’t be fixed,” he assures you.
“But, Jing Yuan, it is bad. Even if it’s fixable, I don’t even know where to start.”
“That’s alright,” he replies. “I’d like to help, but I can only do that if you tell me what’s wrong. What happened, dear?”
It takes you a moment to gather yourself. You grab one of his hands and cradle it in both of yours. Sweetly, you rub at the meat of his thumb and over his palms. You glance up at him as you do.
“I was foolish.”
Something in him cracks.
“Do not insult yourself again, or I will put you over my knee.” The words fly from Jing Yuan’s mouth without any forethought. “Do you understand?”
It’s too far— it should be too far— but it’s clearly not as you squeak and nod, compliant. Something to be addressed... later. One thing at a time.
“I—” You nod your head erratically. “I understand. I won’t. I promise.”
“Good, dear.” He is brazen enough to lean his nose into your temple. You lean into him with a wet hiccup. “Please continue.”
“Okay,” you say. “I—I messed up while I was helping you with your heat. Like, really messed up. I d-didn’t mean to, but I didn’t take my suppressants the entire time I was with you.”
Jing Yuan barely keeps himself from stiffening up.
“I see,” he breathes. “Do you take the variety of suppressants that need to be taken daily?”
“Uh-huh,” You nod with a gulp. “I u-usually take them at night, right before bed. But I didn’t even think about them while I was with you. I was... having such a nice time that they completely slipped my mind until the morning I left your home. I started to feel a little weird in the shower, and my scent got all muddled, and I remembered.”
“I see,” Jing Yuan replies with a nod. “You did not smell like heat the following week if I recall.”
“I t-took an abortive heat-onset p-prescription I keep on hand,” you tell him softly. “I have a bottle of it that was prescribed by a healer I see at the Alchemy Commission. I have... severe heats. It’s better to stop them at all costs than to weather one.”
You haven’t ever told him this before. Your own heat cycle was always something private and kept to yourself. It makes sense, really. You were under the impression he was an alpha until relatively recently, and you had no reason to share the intimate details of your cycle and its apparent difficulties.
You continue, “My sup— sup— suppressants aren’t a great type, I think? They work well, but they need a high dose to do so. Going off of them cold turkey, even f-for a short time has r-really messed up my heat cycle. I’ve been taking them consistently again, but it’s still a-awful, Jing Yuan.”
Your voice wobbles and breaks when you say his name, and you bury yourself in his chest. You hide there and Jing Yuan can’t help but to huddle over you, rubbing over your arms and waist and hushing you. The urge to soothe overtakes him.
“It hurts, hm?” He speaks the words into your ear, and you shudder and nod profusely. Your scent is spiking, sweetening next to the rot. It’s better, at least by a fraction.
“Y-yeah. It’s so much. I keep getting little fevers and think I am going into preheat. Then—then I feel sick, like properly sick, and I think that I’m getting heat sick. I— get heat sick really easily, so it always feels likely and then I’m worried I’ll have my full heat and be sick. So, I—I take more of the abortive medication.”
“Each time you believe that you’re approaching your heat?”
You look down at your lap, shame clouding your eyes, “Y-Yeah. I know it’s bad. It keeps making me ill. My cycle just won’t even out— I feel so stupid— I shouldn’t say that. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I—I just don’t know what to do.”
Your last word shatters you and you bawl into Jing Yuan’s neck.
He lets you. He brings his knees up, boxes you into him and lets you scent him feverishly. Jing Yuan so badly wants to scent you back, but he is ever-aware of your own inflamed scent glands and thinks better of it. It would bring you more pain than relief at this point. Instead, he does everything else he can think of to ease you. He lets you nose into the scent glands on his neck, open-mouthed and panted between labored breaths. His hands run up and down your back and arms, smearing his own scent all over you.
“It’s alright,” He, instead, assures you through your panic. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Of course,” you hiccup and rub your cheek against his. “I just want it to stop.”
Of course, you do. Jing Yuan feels awful that you’ve been suffering and struggling and he hasn’t lent a hand this entire time. He feels— a bit foolish himself for not putting together that this was why you have been so avoidant and reclused recently.
“I know,” he replies gently and cajoles your face away from his neck. You start crying harder and with your full chest when you don’t have direct contact with his scent gland anymore. Poor thing. He rubs under your eyes and softens his own. “It’s been scary, hasn’t it?”
“Mhm,” You turn into his hand, seeking him. God, Jing Yuan is going to crumble along with you.
“I’m sorry you’ve had to weather this alone.” He says gently. “I’d like to try and help you, if you’ll let me.”
“... Only— and I m-mean only, if I am not burdening you.”
“You are not a burden to me.” You could never be. Jing Yuan speaks seriously and presses his lips, now chapped and dry with his worry, to your forehead. He lingers. “Even if you are struggling, it does not burden me to help you. It is much more of a hardship to think about you suffering alone or watching you suffering alone in the present. I would very much like to help— perhaps with a visit to the Alchemy Commission is in order firstly. How does that sound?”
“B-but, I already tried to see a healer today.”
He hums, “Is that why you were a bit tardy?”
You flush and nod, “Uh-huh.”
“What did the healer say?”
“They didn’t have a proper healer available for a walk-in, since they said it wasn’t an emergency,” you reply. “J-just an apprentice. He told me to get bed rest and try to take some time off of work.”
“Sound advice,” Jing Yuan nods, but notes the fact that you’re still soaked through with sweat and severely unwell. “However, I’d like it if we got you in to see someone for a full exam.”
“They said they were all full today— no appointments.”
Jing Yuan hums, rubbing over your ribs, “I have a personal healer at the Alchemy Commission. I am sure she will be able to make some time for you.”
“... Are you sure?”
“I’m certain.” Using his perks as Arbiter General hardly ever is appealing these days, not anymore. It would be a good use of status to get you into an urgent appointment for what is increasingly becoming an emergency with a physician he trusts.
“... As long as it doesn’t cause any trouble,” you chew your lip and settle back into him.
“You are not trouble,” he reminds you simply. “I only want to help relieve what is so clearly troubling you. Do you trust me to help?”
He asks you directly. Something is emerging between the two of you, he can tell and sense it, even if he doesn’t have a name for it yet. He knows that he will need your explicit trust to hatch the strategies that he wants to. You must trust him if he is going to take care of you well and properly, in the way that he is almost certain you will need.
“Of course.”
Of course, you trust him. You press a kiss to his jaw and linger there. Your neck, with your inflamed scent glands (are those hives rising up over top of them?), bared to him.
Jing Yuan could cry.
You don’t fight him anymore. There’s no bite in you now, just the afterburn of tears and the last dribbles of them that soak down your neck and jaw. Jing Yuan can’t help pressing a few kisses to your burning cheeks. You let loose a warbling whine that breaks the stillness of the garden. Jing Yuan wants more of it, more of you, but there is work to be done first.
You tuck into him as he takes out his phone. It soothes him to see you there, burnt out, but soft-lipped against his chest. He pets over his cheeks as he shoots off a few important messages.
...
The Alchemy Commission is quick to accommodate the General and the omega that the public will come to presume to be his mate. They tend to move heaven and earth when he requests anything of them (The last two High Elder’s have been quite fond of him, and that bias persists throughout their delve.) He has never been so happy to be in their good graces.
With haste upon your arrival, you are situated in a spacious exam room. It’s perfectly quiet; it’s the one they always keep Jing Yuan confined to when he requires attention. He’s glad they afford you the same care. It’s quite necessary.
You’ve wilted on the journey over. Though Jing Yuan offered to arrange a house call so you could rest in the comfort of your home, you shot down the offer immediately and without debate.
(“My ne— my house isn’t presentable.”)
It’s fair. A cagey, sick omega rarely wants a stranger in their home.
Besides, the atmosphere of the clinic seems to soothe you— both of you. The exam room is outfitted with a long line of cupboards and jars for dry storage. Various mortars and pestles for mixing and grinding of remedies sit on a bench. There’s even a small stove made of black rock to be used if a medication requires heating. The smell of dried herbs and medicinal oils permeates the air, and each lungful settles something in him. It reminds him of the many nights he spent bothering Dan Feng while he concocted the High Elder’s pearl panacea for his patients. It brings Jing Yuan back to his own bouts of illness, when Yingxing would chide him for being reckless while slathering his chest and the bottoms of his feet with minty salve.
Your scent dulls with the environment as well. The white noise of rushing water, just beyond the delve, surely helps relax you too.
(You still do not look well. Jing Yuan tries not to fixate and spiral on the fact that you are so deeply unwell, as it will not serve him further than working himself up. He instead keeps close to you, bearing your weight as you lean into his side and slump. You burn beside him.)
You only perk up when Jing Yuan’s healer enters.
His healer is a silver-eyed Foxian named Lei Huiling. As she enters the exam room, a gentle wave of budding jasmine flowers and rock sugar follows. It’s a gentle scent, clearly of an omega. It’s non-obtrusive, but still calming. Jing Yuan has always appreciated its quality, and he can see that you do as well as you sniff toward her and relax a degree.
She bows politely, “I apologize for any sort of wait.”
“It’s alright.” You reply, voice crackling and parched. “Thank you for making some time for me.”
“It’s my pleasure. I am happy to accommodate any request of the General. The Divine Foresight owing me a favor is an added bonus.” She gives a snaggletooth smile with a tilt of her head. Despite your condition, you stifle a laugh.
Jing Yuan appreciates the levity.
“The General is good for them.” You tell her. Your voice is crackling and dry.
It makes Lei Huiling’s brow furrow. “The General is an honorable man, you think?”
“I know.”
You squeeze Jing Yuan’s hand. It’s painfully heartfelt and vulnerable. Jing Yuan doesn’t think you’d reveal your affection with such ease if you weren’t so terribly beaten down.
Lei Huiling seems to sense this as well. She wheels up a chair and situates herself across from the two of you. “I know a bit of what you’ve been struggling with based on your intake information, along with the General’s messages. Could you describe it to me as well? As much detail as you can provide.”
Lei Huiling’s words make you look afraid. You look trapped, ensnared, and Jing Yuan wishes you wouldn’t. It’s the mixture of both guilt and fear that twists your pretty lips and has you mincing in the round, pitted chair you are sitting in. This is frightening for you, all of it, he knows. To have to bear details of something you’ve been so diligently trying to cope with (and hide, but that can be addressed later) clearly is causing you distress.
You squeeze his hand. Jing Yuan squeezes back with more force, and takes to rubbing his thumb over the back of yours. Only then do you begin to explain.
Your explanation is largely the same as the one you provided to him earlier. You do, however, add a handful of (concerning) details.
(“I-I took my abortive medication... maybe eight times. I know that’s too many—”)
(“I’ve been avoiding social s-settings, yes.”)
(“I don’t have much of a pack.”)
(“I haven’t slept well since this has all started.”)
Each admission sends Jing Yuan into a minor panic. He is so, so grateful he carries an extra scent patch on his person and was able to reapply his after tearing it off earlier. The last thing he needs is for you to be aware of his own spiral and machinations through his storm-charged scent.
“It must have been very difficult to go through what you have so far.” His healer gives you a sympathetic look. “Given your symptoms, I’d like to complete a standard exam, if that is alright with you. It would give us a baseline and establish the best ways to proceed to get you feeling better. Does that sound alright?”
You nod, “I’m o-okay with that. Can Jing Yuan— um, can the General stay?”
“Of course. He is welcome to stay for the exam if that would make you the most comfortable. I would like to check the cortisol levels in your slick, however, and that will require you to disrobe while we collect a sample.”
You eye him, think for a moment, then reply, “... He can leave for that part.”
Jing Yuan laughs and scents you with his wrist, “As you wish.”
He doesn’t enjoy leaving you alone, even if he’s only idling in the hallway outside of the exam room. The door is thin and draped with woven curtains, so the sounds inside are muffled, but he strains to hear you regardless. Never mind the various whispers and looks he garners from the various staff who see him keeping watch over an (his) omega. He needs the confirmation that you are—
(Okay.)
...
His healer taps through a tablet with a schooled expression but regards you warmly.
“So, let’s go over things. I will say, that the results of your exam and the few tests we ran are not all that surprising. Your slick does contain a high level of cortisol. You have severe pain in your major scent glands, which is indicative of internal inflammation and imbalance within your pheromonal system. It seems like your fever is lower than it has been, however your temperature is still not within normal range. These symptoms can be attributed to withdrawal symptoms for your specific suppressants.”
“... But, I’ve been taking my suppressants again. On a good schedule too.” You sound like you’ve been kicked.
Jing Yuan doesn’t mean to, he swears. But, maybe, he shoots the healer a sharp look. Maybe.
She takes it in stride, “You have been, but sadly this type of suppressant isn’t very efficient at regulating after an intense withdrawal. I have not prescribed alyan root-based suppressants in many, many years due to this unfortunate quirk. I also believe your symptoms have been compounded due to overuse of your abortive medication that you took when you felt your heat was beginning. It’s a bad cocktail, though you have done well in trying to get you and your cycle back to a healthy stasis.”
“How do we start to remedy things?” Jing Yuan asks.
You look nervous.
“Really, there are two options, in this case. The one that I would recommend first is that we titrate you down on your current suppressants, until you are fully off of them. I’d prescribe a regulating medication as well to ease your symptoms while doing so. Once you’re titrated off, you can go through a heat. ”
You flinch like you’ve been slapped.
Lei Huiling continues, “... This option would be my recommendation. The best way to help your body recover is to allow for a natural heat cycle to re-establish. We can look into suppressant types and abortive varieties that are gentler on your body, and less prone to the types of side effects you’re experiencing, following your heat.”
You stare at your lap.
“... Is there anything else we can do?”
“There is only one other option that could be potentially viable. I can double the dose of your current suppressants and your symptoms should stabilize within the next several weeks. The downside of this is that, given that you take suppressants in the alyan-root family, the already high, necessary dose typically leads to difficult heats down the line, whenever your next occurs. Heat sickness is a given, and with your personal history and disposition to develop heat sickness already, I wouldn’t recommend this option.”
“I see.” You sound like you’re about to cry. “I can understand why.”
Jing Yuan, who hasn’t spoken hardly at all, finds his voice carefully, “May we have a moment?”
“Of course.” She nods to him and offers another look. “Would you like a warm blanket? I can fetch one for you in the meantime.”
“... Yes, please.” You reply.
You’re quiet until Lei Huiling returns with a linen blanket, perfectly toasty. It probably isn’t a good idea to swaddle you in something so warm when you’re already feverish, but Jing Yuan concurs that you need the comfort in this moment. He wraps it around your shoulders and lingers.
“Would you like me to step out as well—?”
“No.” You interrupt, rapidly shaking your head. “... Please stay.”
Of course. Of course, he will.
...
You decide to proceed with the first option.
It is not a decision made easily, even though you agree with Lei Huiling’s assessment that full cessation off of your suppressants is the best course of action in the long run. This decision is made with trepidation regardless. Lei Huiling procures several prescriptions (a tincture of dian orchid nectar, a tea of ginger and myrel root, some tablets that can be dissolved under the tongue that she specifies tastes like apricots, but aren’t made of them—) and writes a detailed, surprisingly legible course of treatment. Her phone number is scribbled at the bottom for you.
You receive the piece of paper with shaking hands.
Lei Huiling prepares your first treatment right in the exam room. It’s a regulating tincture that smells almost too sweet as she unscrews the bottle and shows you how much to dose with the glass pipet (two-thirds of the way full) and where to eject it into your mouth for best results (the corner, under your tongue without touching your lips or tongue to the pipet.)
Jing Yuan commits the details to memory as you smack your lips with the taste. You grimace cutely.
You leave the Alchemy Commission in a daze. Jing Yuan keeps you steady with a hand on your lower back, lingering and keeping you walking in a (mostly) straight line.
He has— much to think about. To ruminate on. The bevy of information he received during your visit and the path forward to remedying you requires careful consideration. There are plans that need to be made, and relatively quickly. The sooner and more keenly Jing Yuan can make them, the sooner he can provide you ease—
(This is under the assumption that you want him involved in your heat.)
He thinks you do. He could be wrong. He could. However, given the way you lean into him, and scent his bicep every few steps, he doesn’t think he has much to worry about. Even if, perhaps, it will take you some time to come to this same conclusion.
He is willing to wait.
There’s a little shop a few blocks down from the Alchemy Commission clinic that is selling noodle jelly bowls, iced and hot. You must be feeling better, as when you pass by the size, your eyes widen and you slow your already-slow pace.
Jing Yuan orders you a bowl to split (iced, you need the cold—) and you settle at a table, tucked in a little courtyard, away from the midday foot traffic. You poke at the desert with a frown, spooning up some of the sweetened puffergoat milk that swirls at the top of the bowl.
“I’m sorry.” You glance up at him, then back down at the bowl.
(Ah, there it is.)
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“That’s hardly true. If I had remembered to take my suppressants during your heat, we— I— we wouldn’t be in this situation. I wouldn’t have hurt you and I wouldn’t be hurting like I am. I wouldn’t require all of this... excess attention. And for that, I apologize.”
“... I accept your apology.” Jing Yuan acquiesces. “Though, I do find it unnecessary.”
“But you shouldn’t find it unnecessary. I know— I know I have been inattentive to you and hiding this from you. It’s not fair to you. You should be upset.” you exclaim, angrily shoving a mouthful of bright green tapioca noodles into your mouth.
“It doesn’t please me that you hid your situation. However, I understand why you did. You were afraid, weren’t you?”
“I mean, yes. I am still frightened, but that’s not an excuse to hurt you. And as a result, you now have to deal with all of... this. Which you don’t, I want to assure you, Jing Yuan. I appreciate your concern and help and presence, but I am capable of handling t-this on my own.”
You gulp. Jing Yuan didn’t think you would be so stubborn.
“You speak as if I’m pulling teeth to simply be in your presence,” Jing Yuan says softly. Your hands ball into fists on the tabletop. “Do you think that?”
“I mean... maybe to a degree? Under current circumstances. You just c-care for me, and keep caring for me, and it must be hard, right?”
“It isn’t.” Caring for you has been the easiest thing he has done in centuries. He probes, “Why would you think that?”
“Jing Yuan,” you steel yourself and look at him. Into him. “Y-You care for so many, so much already. You are the helm of the godship and bear its burdens as your own. You are as dutiful a general as you are a person, and I can only imagine the effort that is required of you, unrelentingly, at the helm of this vessel. I struggle to find my lapse in judgment and its consequences as anything other than another load for you to bear.”
He stares at you. You stare back. He folds his hands into a steeple and rests his chin on them.
You bring up a logical, fair point. It’s a valid concern to raise, and one that he has already considered. The Luofu is in peacetime. Looming threats have been accounted for and there are always several sets of eyes scanning for any potential new calamities waiting to happen. There are contingency plans, written out in various forms, and backed up across six different systems. Jing Yuan doesn’t exactly derive pleasure from his current duties as general, but there is a satisfaction in knowing that he has ample safeguards in place and is confident in his own abilities to handle unexpected scenarios in stride.
Over the seven centuries that Jing Yuan has been the Divine Foresight, he has become used to the vigilance and protection the Luofu requires. The care he extends to the Luofu is... almost a burden. If he were less duty-bound, it would be.
The fact of the matter is that caring for you is not something he is duty-bound to do. He is not sworn and expected (beyond social convention) to be kind and caring to you. The careful, fledgling connection of something more vulnerable and adoring is his choice to have, keep, and hold. The softness that you share with him is just for him, and the care he provides to you is just for you.
He does not think that telling you this fact so simply will satisfy you.
Instead, he steeples his hands, sets his chin atop them and asks:
“Dear, why do you see caring for yourself as an innate burden?”
You freeze, like you’ve been struck under the belly of a storm. Like you’ve been caught.
“I don’t.”
“I’d implore you to reconsider. I do not know you to be a liar.”
“I— it’s not that simple.”
“It could be, couldn’t it?”
(If you were honest, like he knows will allow you to release the painful-looking tension wound in your shoulders. It would ease you.)
You stumble over your words, chew them, and look close to tears. Jing Yuan does not falter or waver, not yet, not yet—
“It should be my job, shouldn’t it?” You say softly, down, through the bowl, shooting the sentiment down towards the Luofu’s core engines. “I shouldn’t need anyone to look after me, especially not you. E-even if it would be nice. And I like when you do.”
Jing Yuan thinks about what you divulged in Lei Huiling’s exam room. Your lack of a proper pack, thin familial connection, infrequent scenting— It all paints a clear picture of someone who has taken every opportunity to bear their burdens alone.
(It makes sense, then, why you offered yourself up to be Jing Yuan’s heatmate without hesitation. You intimately know the suffering of a lonely heat and you didn’t want him to struggle in that way.)
“You are very capable, I can hardly think otherwise,” Jing Yuan itches to reach out for you, but not yet— “But, what if I want to care for you?”
“... You want to?”
“Yes, I would.”
“... Just during my heat?” You ask, looking up at him demurely. It’s a submissive gesture, one that clearly portrays this insecurity that you shoulder. “Or, after too?”
All of it.
“However you’ll have me.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“How would you have me, though?”
“All ways!” You sniffle and your eyes shine. You’re reaching your limit, close to cracking. “I like that you care for me, Jing Yuan. I just don’t want to cause you any trouble or make you feel like you need to.”
“That’s one of the reasons why I enjoy caring for you so much,” Jing Yuan confesses. Now, he reaches across the table and sweeps his wrist across your own. Your scents mingle. “Because, it is wholly my want and my choice to care for you.”
It all slots together for you then.
Your expression morphs first to one of relief, then intense sadness, followed by grief that makes your lip wobble. You are sharp, sharper than you seem often, and he knows that your own revelations hit you deep in the chest. Your warm scent goes to cloves and cinnamon and you look so, so sad.
Your bowl of dessert soup is forgotten as Jing Yuan ushers you into his lap, turned away from any passerbys, covered and protected from any potential, curious eyes.
“Do you believe me?” He asks, nosing at your neck to emulate a scenting. His touch is ginger and careful. He wouldn’t dare aggravate the ache there any further.
“I-I do.”
And he knows you do. He knows based on how you cup his jaw and barely resist kissing him on his lips. You’re too shy to in public; your eyes dart left and right to ascertain if it's a safe action. Jing Yuan makes the decision for you and presses a firm kiss on your forehead.
“I’m glad you understand.”
“Uh-huh,” your voice goes weepy and weak. It stirs something in him, an unnameable thing he doesn’t know what to call still, but its presence feels just as familiar as it is intriguing. “T-Thank you for being patient with me.”
“Of course.”
He considers his next course carefully, choosing indulgence in the end. It’s something you both need after today.
Jing Yuan ensures that you are nestled close to his chest, beneath the curve of his chin. He pushes the tip of his index against your lips. It rests on the seam. You make a sweet, confused noise in front of your mouth. Jing Yuan only hums in reply, bundling you up a little closer still. It’s not the best venue for this, but he has never been known for his propriety in casual settings anyway. You are more than hidden enough. Only the ochre and violet lily thickets will be witnesses.
He pushes his fingers into your mouth.
You startle, just barely, as Jing Yuan strokes your tongue with gentle motions. He watches how your lips part around his calloused fingers, how you shift your gaze from his eyes to his fingers, then to his eyes once more. It’s hopelessly endearing. Your trust is such a precious thing to covet, he only will treat you well.
Your eyelids droop a moment or two later, tears dripping from the corners of your eyes as he rubs the pads of his fingers along your gums, feeling the ridges of his teeth. Your scent still tinges with sickness but the blooming, plush quality of it is unmistakable.
“Is this alright?”
You nod, bashful.
He reminds you, “You may always tell me no or reject any advance, same as I can to you, understood?”
You nod again, cheeks warm as he thumbs over them. He knows you must know these things, but he wants to remind you. You do well with reassurance.
Pheromones are present in spit, just as they are in sweat and slick. The amounts differ per body fluid, but in your current state, your saliva is potent. The small amount that leaks from the side of your lips is fragrant, spinning the scent of you around him.
Jing Yuan allows himself to be content and a bit smitten.
He whispers to you, lips against your ear, “What will the people of the Luofu think, hm? Their General with an omega in his lap, toying with them in public.”
You look up at him hopelessly, but do not bite his fingers. You are so good, so so good.
Jing Yuan only pulls his fingers away when he notices the uptick in the pedestrian activity in the streets nearby. It’s rush hour, and the sun will set soon. As pulls his fingers from your mouth, drenched in spit (and your pheromonal musk that comes with it), you flush and tuck your face against his neck. He can feel the heat of you still, a reminder of what must be remedied and tended to.
You sense this as well, kissing his jaw fleetingly.
There will be more, he knows. Your heat will come sooner rather than later, and there will be ample time for hidden tenderness in the comfort of your nest (which he is sure will be a splendid thing to lounge about, should you permit him entry.) Desires will be sated, and Jing Yuan will, if allowed, wet his palette with the scent and feel of you. There will be time to enjoy you, and for him to be enjoyed by you once more. Jing Yuan does not know what you will ask of him explicitly, or what you will need, but he is happy to ample his way to understanding. Morsel by morsel, bite by bite, you yield to him as he does to you.
(You are no alpha to own him, he reminds himself. You lay no claim on him, his soul is untethered to yours, and the relief of that is immeasurable. The connection laid between you will be built in teeth and touch, but in a different way than the ones he was once so familiar with long ago.)
I see nothing , but the light you give .( Caelus x reader)
Ya. Angst . YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAY
You’re not that social …
Whenever people would come by you would just stay silent and stare at them , silently freaking out because you didn’t know what to say or do.
This lead to people believing that you were arrogant and egoistic.
It didn’t help that your expression was usually an indifferent expression, that was usually mistaken for judgement or some sort of personal attack .
Your eyes were always narrowed , no matter what . They were sensitive to light after all .
People mistakenly thought that was disgust at other people , they thought that you think of others as animals that are inferior to you in every way.
Add all of these traits up , and you get rumors , disgust from others , judgement, unfair treatment.
You don’t have any friends , the last one died in a fire .
So now , you’re sitting on top of a pile of snow , slowly chewing at beef jerky as the cold froze your fingers and toes .
You didn’t expect someone to approach you with two others trailing after him , yelling not to talk to you .
As soon as you heard that your expression turned solemn as you quietly munched on the jerky , expecting the person to stop and stare , then walk away from you .
But… this person was different .
The male stared at you , his friends , stopping in their tracks , the pink haired girl warning him ,” Hey! Don’t interact with them! They’re dangerous idiot! I’ve heard they almost killed a crowd !”
When you heard that , you stopped chewing and clenched your fists, wishing for them to just go if they’re going to insult you to your face about rumors that aren’t true .
However , before the black haired male can also warn him , he cuts them off ,” Have you met them?”
They stare at him nervously before saying,” No…”
He then replies ,” Then you can’t have a problem with them . “ He sits down next to you as you silently chew on the jerky , panicking inside because you finally realize this was the hero of Belabog .
If you disrespected him then there would be a high chance that you would get kicked out into space and the unrelenting cold .
His friends just stared before leaving , telling him ,” If you need help just yell out okay?”
You look away from him as his friends disappear from your view into the horizon, fighting in place wondering whether or not he would talk shit about you or something else.
He gently poked your cheek before asking ,” You’re not that scary are you? “
You flinch before telling him in a quiet voice ,” Why? Don’t you believe the rumors?”
He stares at you before smiling sadly at you , finally getting your situation.” You’ve been wronged … haven’t you? “
You look at him with a shocked expression before looking away and nodding slightly .” What… do you want?”
“ I don’t need anything, my name is Caelus by the way!Whats your name?” He gives you a bright smile .
It melts your heart
How long as it been since someone had smiled at you with such a youthful expression? Free of the burdens laid upon the shoulders of everyone?
You clench your fists tighter , suppressing a sob as you answer,” Y/N”
He notices your predicament, and then his eyes soften .” you’ve been judged for everything you do unintentionally haven’t you?”
You blink , then say ,” that pretty much sums up my whole life ..”
He tilts his head before sighing , and then he suddenly hugs you , you stiffen , before leaning into his warm embrace , one you’ve longed for years .
Your arms slowly close around him and then cling onto him as if he was your only lifeline .
Perhaps … it wouldn’t be so bad to cling onto some light .
Find some peace .( I’ll be happy then) Blade x reader
You’ve done this dance time and time again
Watching him throw his life away all for the sake of death when you both know that he can’t die , unfortunately, he can’t see reality either .
You can’t tell whether it’s because of his memories appearing as nightmares in his dreams or trauma , but he can’t seem to accept the fact that being immortal might not be such a bad thing .
Yes , you might see others die in front of you , but he forgets , since he’s so powerful, why can’t he just find another that’s immortal , then he can just protect them .
He forgets that there are more solutions than problems .
Now he’s lying on the floor , bleeding out , while trying to restrain himself from giving into the tempting call of the Mara.
You stare at him , before sighing and walking over , gently pressing your hand over his forehead , cooling his overheated and overworked body with your own body temperature .
To your relief, he seems to cool down and stops writhing around , the furrow in between his brows finally relaxing , you swear he’s going to look like a 100 year old if he wasn’t immortal.
You’re the more calm and collected person , even with his stoic app, his maniac side appears sometimes , however , you have that same calculating face .
What they don’t know is how much you worry for him
But they don’t need to know that do they?
You take off your coat and lay it over him as you start a fire in the middle of the secluded forest you both are in , making sure he’s at least comfortable.
You stare at him again , except this time , instead of the indifferent gaze you always hold , there’s something soft , more vulnerable in your eyes .
You’ve met Yingxing a few times , and you can’t say you hated him , in fact , you loved him and his kind nature , however, he now is a shadow of his former self .
He longs for death and he lets that blind him form anything else , he never stops to smell the roses , which is a pain sometimes .
You sit down and sigh , pinching the bridge of your nose .
Perhaps … You can finally get him to see reality and let him enjoy the moment of living…
The cost is your life
You sigh before laying down and finally resting your weary eyes , looking at him before going into a dreamless slumber , blissfully unaware of the chaos that’ll happen.
~~~~~~~~~🪼
You… never anticipated this would happen…
Here you are , facing away from him as you walk towards the rift that’ll tear you away from him , his dear sun .
He’ll never admit it , but you’re the reason why he’s still here and breathing , since he knows how much you worry for him .
He’s seen you bandage and apply medicine to all his wound , and every time he asks why you do so , you reply with a monotone ,” Because it’s you , and you haven’t found peace yet”
He’s always questioned your antics , and that was the most questionable one you’ve been doing all this time , however , a dormant part of him still relishes in your touch .
He still remembers what it used to be like
He stares at your retreating back , as you stop millimeters away from the portal that will be the death of you .
You turn backwards and look at his pitiful expression.
You never knew he could make such a expression.
He looks at you with fear and terror in his eyes , begging you silently to not go and for you to stay with him .
But that’s not how Elio’s script goes is it?
He grits his teeth before he whispers in a small voice ,” Please … don’t go…”
You smile at him , though instead of the usual cunning smile , it’s one filled with regret and longing for something you could never have , time was to relentless for that .
“ I’m sorry we couldn’t stay together for a longer period of time , I really enjoyed my time with you .” Your voice cracks a bit .
His eyes soften but before he can say anything you continue talking ,” However , you’ll continue your search for death -“
He cuts you off,” I don’t need death! What I need is for you to be happy just like how you made me feel!”
He tugs on his hair as he struggles to find the words , taking a deep breath .” Please… don’t go? I need you…”
His voice is wobbly , which is a surprise because he usually has a monotone voice .
Your heart longs for Yingxing .
Your eyes soften as you chuckle quietly and say ,” How ironic…..find some peace , I’ll be happy then”
You turn away and walk towards the rift , shed tears brimming in both of your eyes , he lunges for you .
These days , have not been the best.( Dan Heng x Reader)
AHHHHHHHHHHH
Useless .
Everyone calls you that .
“Not even worth a single penny . “
“Don’t waste your time on them.”
You don’t blame them though , you were supposed to be there , helping others like you promised .
However , you left suddenly. This was because you had suddenly contracted a disease . If only you had taken the vaccine…. Then maybe rumors wouldn’t circulate around you .
Maybe the false information about you seeing another other than your dear lover wouldn’t be online and you would instead be in his arms sleeping .
( You hate yourself for being so weak)
Instead of being in the archives sleeping on your lovers futon with his other form wrapped around you , you’re sitting down in a cave on the planet you landed on .
Cold , alone , wet , and utterly miserable.
When the first rumors came out , Dan Heng saw them immediately, then he sought you out , seeing you talking with another man .
After you were done talking, he immediately confronted you about them , you thought he was foolish for believing them .
( You forgot that he revealed his past and now he’s insecure about your relationship)
You pay the price now .
People badmouthing you, tripping you , and even shoving you around , resulting in injuries that would leave a scar , both emotionally and physically.
Now , usually Dan Heng or the other Astral express members would help you , but ever since the rumors came out , they avoided you and seemed to loathe you .
( Do they all believe those lies?)
Your heart was torn apart and burned .
The one you loved most wouldn’t even spare a glance at you.
The people you deemed friends wouldn’t help you .
So now you’re on a cold , barren planet , abandoned , shivering , and crying .
(You wish they would’ve at least given you a blanket. )
(But you know you don’t deserve any kindness for being so weak and pathetic.)
So you sit there . Letting the cold wind slice through your clothes and hit your vulnerable skin , you start to pale .
You’ve always had problems with your body temperature. Usually you carry ice packs or blankets with you if the planet was cold or hot .
But the people left you here without alerting the Astral express so now you have no way of going home and sleeping.
You’re tired .
Cold too .
Soft pattering and loud thunder alerts you that it’s raining .
( You wish Dan Heng was here )
You curl in on yourself as a mock attempt to mimic the warmth your lover gave you when you were cold .
It’s useless .
Your arms are too small and cold , you don’t have a jacket or a soothing voice .
Your heart throbs and wails for at least a bit of affection , it doesn’t have to be a kiss , it doesn’t have to be a hug .
All you need is someone that cares for you .
Nothing else .
Nothing more .
You hate being alone . It makes you feel weak , vulnerable, and pathetic. It also reminds you of how much everyone hates you .
You sit there in the cave with barely any food for 2 weeks . Water is available since it rains pretty often .
You have a wound with an infection on your stomach and your legs are weak . You broke an ankle earlier trying to get some berries up on a mountain side .
Your stomach hurts and growls 24/7 and it’s making you vomit constantly .
Soon , you’re crying alone on the cold, rocky floor , stomach twisting unpleasantly as you writhe around in pain .
( You don’t hear the sound of something landing on the ground)
There’s a few clacks and then… you see pale skin and golden heels in front of you ..
Murmuring ensues and you wish that they would just kill you .
Then 2 pairs of black shoes come into your field of vision and a sweet voice gently whispers in your ears .
“ Hey… Y/N .. it’s gonna be okay , we’re so sorry be believed those rumors … “ Soft hands gently pull the slit on your clothes and an audible wince occurs as they see the gash on your stomach with an infection on it .
You close your eyes and go limp .
It sounds like March 7th. You miss her bubbly voice and tone .
Black fingerless globes come into your vision as you see a fluffy gray head . The gentle hands tilt your head and then you see amber eyes soften .
“ Dan Heng….medical… they’re …. “ The words coming from his mouth seem distorted and your eyes blink wearily .
You see bright red hair come into view as warm hands gently trace the wound around your stomach .
“ Poor thing…We’re so sorry for not coming sooner , your ankles broken too …”
You wince and whimper. The pain sears through your delicate senses as you try to escape it , though it doesn’t do anything other than amplify it.
Soon , you’re being lifted and you see the Astral Express come into view . Your eyes widen and then you squirm .
No! You can’t burden them again!
The arms carrying you shuffle to adjust your constant squirming , they then lift you up to the person shoulder and you see a pale white jacket .
A teal tail gently curls around your waist , careful not to disturb your wound and infection as they secure you in order to not open the wound your body tries so hard to close .
You whine . You missed this tail .. it would always caress your body and love it with all it could .
You made grabby hands in the air , asking for something you didn’t you know could get .
A warm fuzzy tip rubbed against your cheek as you slumped and curled in . The wound on your stomach stretching a bit making you wince.
A pink and blue head pops into your field of vision as you realize it’s Dan Heng holding you .
March looks at you with worried eyes as she sees how cloudy yours are .
Soon, you’re in the express , being stuck in a cuddle pile including Caelus , March, and Dan Heng , with at least 6 blankets on top of you as every one avoids the wound you have .
You had to stay at Herta’s space station for a while and then return to the Astral Express , the people who started the rumors about you are very much in the hospital.
They had almost gotten you killed without anyone knowing .
You gently turn on your side to see Dan Heng looking at you back.
You sit there like a deer in headlight . He gently places his hand on your chin before kissing you .
His other hand trails down to your lower back and rubs it gently.
“ I’m so sorry” He nuzzles your forehead gently .
“ It’s … okay … “
“ These days haven’t been the best , so I’ll make the rest as good as I can.”
Yo hey I just finished your Misha angst now I'm addicted have you thought about writing for Yanqing platonically because I've got some good angst for that silly lil guy but anyway what about platonic angst for Jing Yuan like say he has a biological kid and they feel like they disappoint him because they aren't fully a long life species but they have a lot of achievements they just don't have like a lot of confidence and they feel that he prefers Yanqing over them bonus points if they are already an adult because they've been carrying that thought all throughout their childhood oh oh don't forget the dead nom
Great! I actually have considered it , but I’ve been on a writers block so this is a great opportunity! Thanks for the plot!
Always in your shadow ( Platonic Yanqing x reader)
Time for some more angst no comfort!
Here we go again..
“General! When will we have our next session?” The blond haired boy sprinted beside your father as he excitedly told him about everything he’s done .
You feel… jealous…
You press your lips together as you watch them talk excitedly, telling each other about battle techniques and chess….
You suppress a sob in your throat as you suddenly grasp your chest , your heart throbbing and clenching painfully.
Wasn’t the General supposed to be your father?..
You had nothing against Yanqing , in fact , you love him as if he was actually your blood brother, you took care of him ever since Jing Yuan brought him in .
However , he’s a teen , and you’re an adult now , and Jing Yuan still hasn’t smiled at you the way he smiled at Yanqing .
You’ve done so many things… fighting Mara-struck , leading his army , doing his desk work unfortunately.
And yet..
Here you are , trailing behind them like a guard while they laugh with each other as if they’re the blood relatives, not you .
You hiccups quietly, suppressing the tears that threaten to fall upon your face , you feel neglected.
You’re no longer that social anymore , because you thought that if you made more connections…
You would finally be useful.
However , you now know what the truth is.
He loves Yanqing.
Your head short circuits when it comes to that conclusion , making you stop suddenly behind them , eyes wide with disbelief.
No… that can’t be true, your father wouldn’t do that! He loves you both equally! He always did , he definitely didn’t host all of Yanqing’s celebrations!
He definitely doesn’t spend more time with Yanqing when he asks ,when you have to literally wait for months to get an appointment!
He definitely doesn’t dote over Yanqing whenever he gets seriously injured while never visiting you !
Oh who are you kidding?
You take a step backwards before running away towards your destination , a lush green field you cultivated yourself .
You now see the signs, ever since Yanqing came into the picture , you’ve been neglected because apparently…
You’re old enough to not depend on another .
You collapse underneath a willow tree and your long sliver hair comes undone , you wish you could tear out your hair .
You wish it was mother’s color , you wish mother was still here , then she would’ve took care of you when your father didn’t .
You wish that your eye color was the same as your mothers , then you’d have something to cling onto .
You wish you had at least one person to cling onto because you’ve been alone since you were 8 .
You…. Wish ….
You just wish you had someone that would love you.
As you cry silently beneath the tree , a soft rustling came from your left side , you turn your head and then see a blue sleeve push the leaves aside and a blond head pops through the canopy.
Your eyes immediately dull and cloud up.
He looks at you and then says “ It’s my fault that you look so defeated and worn everyday isn’t it?” His expression has guilt written all over it .
You sigh,” Yanqing , it’s fine . No need to worry , my prime has already passed, just focus on you okay?” You give him a strained smile .
He just stares at you , the tension between you two thick .
In midst of your staring contest, a soft creak can be heard from behind the willow tree , making your head turn , Yanqing steps closer to inspect it , looks at the stem , however , the stem wasn’t the problem.
A Mara-struck had crept up and chopped the tree, making it fall towards you two . Your first reaction was to leave , but Yanqing didn’t realize until it was too late .
Wouldn’t it be easier if he just died?
(No)
Wouldn’t it mean more attention from father?
(More like hatred)
He favors Yanqing , and others don’t like you , so it would be better for everyone , if he survived , so you did what you thought was the most logical reaction.
Push Yanqing away , and get buried underneath the tree , letting the Mara-struck slash at you until Yanqing recovers from the shock.
As soon as you felt the tree bury you underneath it , a loud crack was heard , and your rib cage felt more and more in pain as the Mara-struck stalled towards you.
While you expected Yanqing to at least help you up , he just ran after he pierced the monster .
Was a little bit of help too much to ask for?..
So, you just lay there , sobbing quietly as the pain in your rib age became more and more unbearable, silently wishing for someone to comfort you .
It didn’t take long for you to slowly loose consciousness, the last thing you heard was ,
You didn’t really expect to come back from from the mall with over 17 shopping bags filled to the brim with jewelry and clothes ….
It all started when your co-worker , Aventurine , had taken a liking towards you and started to hang out with you , giving you gifts when he visits your office .
Soon enough , it had transpired into a romantic relationship and you began to go places in Penacony together , looking at pictures and photos together .
You never asked for anything because your pay wasn’t good , and since you two worked the same job , you assumed he wasn’t paid well either .
Little did you know , you were completely wrong .
You went out to a really fancy mall and started browsing the stores to see if there was any items that you liked to save up for.
While you were inspecting a Citrine necklace through the store window , a person called out your name and started walking towards you .
It was Aventurine .
You smiled as you walked towards him , he eyed the necklace you were staring at before leading you off to a restaurant to catch up with each other .
A few days later he visited your section office and started to chat with you, you noticed that he was holding a small , rectangular, pale yellow case and asked what it was .
He smiled at you before saying ,” you know that necklace you were eyeing when I saw you the other day at the mall?”
Your eyes widened , “ You couldn’t possibly…. That was 900,000 credits! Aventurine! I have to pay you back for that!”
You fumble for your wallet but then stop as you notice a gloved hand holding your wrist and preventing you from reaching your wallet.
You look at him as he smiles sweetly .”There’s no need dear.”
You stare at him dumbfounded before asking , ” Are you sure?”
He nods and then takes the necklace out the box and then fastens it around your neck , the pale yellow gem shinning prettily in the center of your chest.
You stare at the gem hanging from your neck before gently tackling Aventurine and thank him repeatedly.He smiles before patting your head and nuzzling it .
After that , he began to take you to malls and restaurants around Penacony , and Every . Single . Time . He bought you something expensive.
And each and every time he did this , you almost fainted and he had to catch you and reassure you that you weren’t burning a hole of dept for him to fall into .
But today , today was different , he brought you into another mall and started to walk around , you stared at some articles of clothing before going to catch up with him .What you didn’t realize is that he saw you , this process repeated for the remainder of the day .
Stare at something , he notes it down .
Soon , he tells you that he has to go do something and for you to wait for him at the fountain in the mall .
As you wait , you realize he’s taking a particularly long time , and when you turn around to search for him , your eyes widened when you see a butler carry 17 bags of clothing and jewelry as Aventurine just smiles at you.
As you stare at the bags , you faint .
Those things were at least over 100,000 credits a piece! Nevermind 17 bags of them!
Before even one second passed , Aventurine grasped your waist and held you against him while you were unconscious.
He laughed as he looked at your face . “ Must’ve been too much huh sweetheart.”
“ Don’t worry , I’ll give you whatever you want for the rest of my life .”
When you first came to the Xianzhou Yaoqing , you heard of the amazing Jiaoqiu , known for his extraordinary culinary and medical skills . The praises of him were practically as high as the stars above!
So , your first mission was to find his restaurant and beg him for some of his special noodles , seeing that everyone praised the wonderful and magnificent flavors it had and how healthy it was .
You wandered along the streets of the Yaoqing , talking to many of the locals questioning them where the famous Jiaoqiu was so you could eat his wonderful food .
They just chuckled and said he’s a stall vendor and that you should prepare your spice tolerance , you have a pretty good one since you grew up on the Luofu so you have nothing to worry about!
Or so you thought.
You were always a foodie , picky on how you wanted the dishes to be made and how they were supposed to be cooked , this was mainly because your taste buds were particularly sensitive .
One time your mother just handed you grilled fish and you almost cried because of how bland the flavor was compared to the other dishes your mother made for you .
You never considered the fact that she was getting tired of you and was actually leaning towards the option of putting tapeworms in your food…
But anyways !
You walked along the streets and when it became dark you would go to a nearby inn and rest there for the night .
Soon , after a whole 2 weeks of dutifully tracking down the pink-haired foxian , you finally found the stall that he lead and plopped your butt down and ordered some of the famous noodles.
He smiled at you sweetly , but it had an undertone of something dangerous that wasn’t exactly something you feared but was a bit concerning to the point you checked your food for poison and tapeworms.
You looked over them before taking a tentative sip of the broth and then devouring the noodles immediately, you couldn’t help it! But then you felt something was wrong .
Now , you did say that you had a pretty good spice tolerance, but the people failed to mention and describe how fucking spicy the food he created was .
Not even two minutes in the spice started burning your throat like a thousand wasps stinging the tender flesh of your throat and you realized that your lips and tongue were starting to go numb .
You forgot how sensitive your taste buds were after countless mornings of eating bland porridge….
The pink - haired foxian just stared at you with a cunning smile as he watched you wheeze for your life before narrowing his eyes and realizing something was terribly wrong .
He rushed over to the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of puffer goat milk before running to your side and prying your jaw open , noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks .
He coaxed your throat to relax by petting your throat where the windpipe would be and then poured the thick , sweet creamy milk down your throat.
He capped the bottle before bending over the counter and brought out a bag of ice before taking the scooper and placing a few ice cubes on your tongue and rubbing your back.
After a few minutes , your coughing fit eased and you opened your eyes a crack to see the Foxian gently pet your cheek before asking ,” Are you alright?”
You took a deep breath before telling him ,” Yeah… I’m okay now, if you’re wondering why I had such a strong reaction that was because I have some pretty sensitive taste buds.. but your food is really good!”
He eyes you up and down , his tail swaying side to side and then gently laying itself on your thigh .” That’s good to hear , thank you”
You looked at his fluffy pink tail resting itself on your leg before looking back up and the male towering over you and smiling .” You’re welcome!”
While you did find the tail on your thigh a little bit affectionate, you just thought of it as some resting time for it since it always has to rely on the foxian’s spine . You wonder whether or not it painful for their spinal cord.
You didn’t know that this was a sign of interest in you .
Then something stared to cramp in your stomach…. Did you not get rid of all the tapeworms yet?…
You quickly placed a hand in your stomach as you closed your eyes, resisting the urge to cling onto Jiaoqiu’s fluffy tail for dear life as your stomach started cramping really bad.
In the mist of pain , you could vaguely feel someone’s arms gently wrap around your shoulders and underneath your knees and lift you up into the air .
Soon you were being carried around the ship in Jiaoqiu’s arms as he rushed to his house for some herbs to treat your condition .
Soon , soft buttery linens caressed your form as you felt a warm sturdy hand rub your stomach gently as a cold sharp object cut through your flesh and a pair of tweezers gently picks through your fragile flesh and takes out things one by one.
Soon , something pierces your skin again as it sews your flesh closed again and a large warm hand rubs your stomach and pets your head as you soon begin to fall asleep.
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The warm sunlight pierces your eyes as you groggily get up and rub your face as you attempt to recall last night.
As you sit up in bed , a warm hand gently pets your naked back and rubs your spine gently as you feel something soft and warm curl around your waist and rub against the flesh .
You tense up before looking down and seeing a pale pink tail rubbing against you , you immediately turn pink as you whip your head around and see the Foxian drape a soft white robe around you while giving you that signature smile.
He fully clothed behind you and you look down noticing the stitches in your stomach , his tail avoiding the spot .
You’re stunned speechless as he picks up a spoon from the table next to you and dips it into some sort of pale white pudding and then holding the spoon to your mouth .
“Open up ,” Jiaoqiu says as he gently parts your lips with the spoon , waiting for you to open your jaw and allow the somehow healthy gelatinous dessert into your mouth.
You chew for a bit , relishing the cool sensation of the pudding in your tongue as his eyes soften and his hands place the spoon down after you’re done eating .
He gives you some of his shirts , quite large actually , and then heads off to the living room proclaiming,” Take it easy for today , if you need me just yell , you wouldn’t want your stitches coming loose would you?”
You look down as he leaves and then realize, he’s the one who helped you when your cramps got bad.
Soon you end up somehow changing into the clothes he gave you and shakily walk your way into the living room where he’s lounging at looking at a recipe book.
He smiles at you and invites you over , and so , this is the start of your domestic life together for the next two weeks .
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It’s been quite awhile since you’ve been living together , he’s helped you a lot since your flesh has yet to heal and adjust, while he has taken out the stitches , your nerves still need to mend together .
You can’t move much because of that so when you need something , Jiaoqiu either gets the item for you , or he carries you .
During this time , you’ve gotten to know each other better , like how high his spice tolerance is , and he’s learned about your preferences.
Also , you’ve noticed he has favored you quite often these past few weeks .
You don’t like this pepper? Never seen in his kitchen again .
The mint is too much for you ? Thrown out the window immediately.
Too spicy? Immediately lowered while other customers still complain .
There’s also another reason, foxian ears and tails are very sensitive , and they don’t just let anyone touch it , but bring the ill-informed person you are , you ask to pet them .
He stares at you before chuckling and tilts his head towards you and sways his tail , allowing you to touch them to your heart’s content.
Now , you only realized this when you went to the library for some new recipe books ,Your wound has gotten better so Jiaoqiu allowed you to go out , when you were searching the shelves you stumbled upon an open book about Foxian customs .
Next thing you know you rush out of the library with two recipe books underneath your arm and as red as a tomato .
When you get home you quickly plop the books on the kitchen counter for Jiaoqiu to read after he’s done cooking for others .
After a few hours he’s back from work and has started to cook some stir fry for you , the spices overflowing the room with their scent .
You aren’t gonna lie , the man is extremely handsome and you wouldn’t mind if he had his way with you , but you aren’t sure if he felt the same way .
He’s been quite the lovely guy and he’s been very hospitable, so you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give in and indulge in your fantasies…
Right?
You were brought out of your thoughts when the man you’ve been thinking of walked over to you and gently lifted your chin ,” A credit for your thoughts? I haven’t gotten the name of the woman who I’ll be working with “
You stare at him before asking ,” Wait… working with? “
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, you flushed red to the point you would’ve looked like an actual tomato . You didn’t think you could’ve gotten any redder .
You didn’t know he was courting you all this time!
Before you know it he has you pinned to a wall and is caressing your cheek ,” Oh Y/N …. My sweet darling … have you finally noticed my affections for you ?”
You look away before nodding slightly , making a wide smirk appear on his face , a chuckle escaping his lips .
“ It’s about time .” A soft tail curled loosely around your ankle and he gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
You stare at him for a few seconds before pressing your lips together and saying ,” Oh fuck it….”
He smiles at you before tugging at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow and asking ,” So you’re consenting to this?”
You nod your head before tipping his head towards you and pressing your lips to his frantically , wishing for more even though you don’t know how to get it .
You’re a bit inexperienced so you’re hoping he knows what to do …. However you do know the basics of what happens .
He gently swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips as he kisses you back with just as much force you put in , asking for your permission.
You gladly part your lips allowing him entry as he immediately thrusts his tongue into you mouth and starts to explore your mouth , caressing your tongue with his .
Mean while , his hands are busying unbuttoning your shirt while yours are clinging onto his shoulders for dear life while he ravishes your mouth .
A burning warmth is pooling in your stomach as he finally undoes the last button and starts to fondle your waist , one hand creeping up to your bra to unclasp it while the other continues to grasp at your flesh .
He pulls away from your mouth and narrows his eyes as he struggles to unclasp your bra , pouting slightly .
You giggle before reaching back and help him take your bra off , handing it to him after it’s been unclasped .
He looks at the lacy white material before throwing it to some unknown corner and lifting you up and starts walking towards the bedroom kissing you fervently while you tangle your fingers into his soft pink hair .
He gently puts you down into the bed and sits down with you , immediately fondling your breasts and pinching your cute nipples until they turn stiff , making you moan .
As he continues that his mouth is sucking your supple skin and he’s straddling your thigh and grinding his crotch against it , making you soak your panties at the scene in front of you .
He trails a line of kisses down to your midsection as his hand creeps lower and pulls down your shorts slightly to fondle your womanhood , making you squeal .
“ Hey!…” You gently pushed his hand away before curling in and flopping onto the bed .
Jiaoqiu stares at you before smiling and asks ,” Too fast my darling girl?“
You blush before nodding , before you can say anything , he gently brushes his pink tail against the fabric of your panties and the tip of it teasingly pulls on the fabric before resting against it .
He leans forward and then kisses you passionately before telling you ,” I can take it slow if you’d like…”
Before you can respond he rubs his tail against you and before you know it , your straddling his tail and humping against it as both of you moan out loud.
Your hands are tangled in the soft fur of his tail as he marks your collarbone and neck all over , your slick leaking through your panties and soaking his tail a bit.
You whine as he starts fondling your chest and whimper out ,” Jiaoqiu…. I’m close…”
He chuckles before kissing the nape of your neck and says ,” Don’t worry…. Let go , I’ll get my reward later …”
As soon as he said that , the glass broke as you came , drenching the middle of his tail with translucent liquid, slicking it up while you kept grinding against it .
After your pleasure high, you slump onto him and take deep breaths as his hand pets your back.
While you’re in a daze, you don’t realize that Jiaoqiu has lowered himself to your crotch and has pulled off your panties , you only do realize when you feel cool air against your wet folds .
You push your upper body up immediately only to find the one bedding you face to face with your fold looking like he’s ready to devour them.
“ Hey… what are you doing?…” You reach for his head but before you can pull him off , he blows warm air on your cunt and his tongue peeks out of his mouth and licks a warm, wet stripe against it while pushing your legs apart so he can get better access .
Soon you’re writhing around as Jiaoqiu thrusts his tongue into your sweet ,tight ,and warm hole as you complain ,” Jiaoqiu! It’s dirty down there! Don’t lick it- Oh!!”
Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan out loud , brushing against his long ears , making him moan against your cunt sending pleasurable vibrations against your cunt.
Your feet kick out as he starts sucking on your clit , you don’t realize he’s picked through the drawers to find some lube until you feel a cool , wet finger gently part your folds and find your small little hole and gently prod at it .
You flinch a bit and he asks , “ Is this okay with you?” His amber eyes pierce through your skin , as you press your lips together .
You nod your head and he gives you a light hum before continuing to suck on your clot and prods at your hole .” This might feel a little weird but it’s going to feel good okay?”
“ Okay…” You lied down as he gently inserted his finger in , making your fingers in his hair grip tighter .
He smiles at you before kissing your clit and holding it in his mouth as he wriggles his finger around in you , stretching you out .
As soon as you loosen up a bit and relax around his finger , he presses another finger in and sucks on your clit hard in order to distract you from the pain .
You squeal and flinch as he does that and writhe around when he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you , pressing against your insides.
Soon enough you’re taking four of his fingers , and he starts to push around to find that one spot that would make you see stars .
It didn’t take long before you start fidgeting around , moaning out constantly, and then his fingers feel a rough patch and you yell out .
He smirked and then took out his fingers , pulled down his boxers , revealing his length , which was a pretty considerable size…
He lubed it up , making him hiss a bit , and placed the head of it against your cunt, the precum on it smearing .
You held your breath as he slowly breached your hole and your warm , wet insides spasms around the length penetrating your most delicate parts.He notices this and brings his tail up to your hands and gently tangles his fur into your hands while his have a firm grip on your waist
Once Jiaoqiu felt you relax , he asked you ,” Are you ready?” In an affectionate yet strained tone.Is was very clear that he was trying to hold back from rutting into you and making you a brainless mess.
You sigh before clinging onto his tail and telling him ,” Yeah… I’m ready.”
He smiles at you softly before pulling out a bit , and then thrusting in gently, making you moan out.
His smile turns into a smirk as he pulls out a few inches, and then thrusts in a little bit harder , making your walls spasm and tighten which made his grip on your hips tighter .
You looked up to see his pretty face have sweat beading on the side of it and his amber eyes clouded with determination as he continue to gently thrust in and out , patiently waiting for you to say that he could go faster .
After you get used to the intrusion, you take a deep breath and tell him ,” Alright…. You can go faster.”
His head immediately looks up and stares at you before raising an eyebrow and asking you ,” Are you sure?”
You nod , and some enough he’s pounding into you mercilessly as you writhe around , moaning and whimpering .
You can feel the burning sensation in your stomach get hotter and hotter until it finally snaps and you attempt to warn your partner ,” Jiaoqiu!.. I’m-… Gonna cu-!”
However you only manage to get out most of the sentence before your cum seeps out of your cunt even with the object plugging it up .
The foxian feels your wall tighten and relax sporadically which leads him to thrust into your warm welcoming heat and fuck you through your orgasm .
Soon enough , he’s pulling out and hot white ropes of semen latch onto your skin , after he gets down from his pleasure high , he collapses onto you , grabs the edge of the blanket with one hand , and pulls it over you two as his other hand latches onto your waist .
You fall asleep in his arms when he gently pets you head and tangles his hands into you hair , kissing your fore head and whispering sweet nothings.
I just wanted to say I really liked the Argenti reader angst fic and I had brainworms because of it the entire day at work. I got an idea of how it follows up.
It goes like this: Boothill is not feeling well about the situation because Argenti played with readers feelings and betrayed them and he one hates betrayal ab two is scared that Argenti could grow tired of him aswell.
So he brings Argenti to go to reader to apologize.
When Argenti go's into their home he finds everything in disarray and the place covered in thorns, rose petals and ginko leaves and in the middle of all, reader who ia losing themselve to the mara (The rose petals are from the transformation aswell)
Yeah... that's as far as I got in my mind and I have been microwaving the idea in my head the entire day so I thought I'd share :>
Anyway do with that whatever you want and enjoy your day/night
Ahem . I LOVE THE GODDAMN PLOT YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.
Roses and bullets with a bit of Ginko( Argenti x reader x Boothill)
Link to the first part : I’ll wait for you
It’s been well over a month since the incident with you , Boothill , and Argenti happened. However it’s not exactly an easy argument to forget and move on from .
Something was bothering him ever since he saw your face , all pretty , and yet crying fat droplets of pure anguish and pain because of what Argenti said .
He’s never like betrayal from day one , the IPC betrayed their title , so called “peace makers” when all they’ve done was destroy planets including his own .
Something in him worms around whenever he remembers what happened , and it doesn’t exactly sit right with him how watery those pretty shinning eyes of yours were .
( it makes his stomach crawl even though he doesn’t exactly have a real one)
It bothers him how Argenti didn’t even look guilty, only disappointed, when the water slipped from your tear ducts . You fell to your knees and curled in as Argenti guided him out , he could’ve swore your eyes started to glow a warm amber .
It was like a dam broke in you , when he walked out he cast one last look at you and even though he couldn’t cry , it felt like he would’ve right then and there when he saw you sobbing your heart out and clutching your chest.
After that , it was just… like before , Argenti courting him and bringing him to places that Boothill likes .
But…
He’s … scared…
Scared that Argenti will get bored of him or is playing with his feelings and will eventually leave him heartbroken and empty just like how you felt .
So …
Boothill does what he’s best at , confronting people and making them pay .
But , since this is his lover , the worst that he’ll do is just make him apologize to you for playing with your feelings .
He could’ve just rejected you so you could heal faster but no! He accepted the offer and now Boothill feels like crap for making the knight fall in love with him!
So now he forces Argenti to your house and then knocks on the door with one hand while the other has a firm grip on the knights arm so he won’t run away.
Argenti just sighs and looks away into the flower field , consisting of red roses and white roses that you planted for him, they’re usually well maintained .
However , he notices that the roses haven’t been pruned and plucked yet , did you really resent him that much?
It’s been a minute now , no one has responded.
So Boothill does what he does best , break into building by using his gun or brute force , he kicked the door down and then said “ Hey lady! I brought rosey here to apologize.”
He then realized what bad shape the house was in , rose petals all over the place , vases shattered, bright yellow ginko leaves everywhere.
Argenti entered ,” Y/N I’m sorry but-“ He stared at what had become of your home .
Next thing you know your bedroom door is forced open as Boothill and Argenti look in terror as they see what has become of you .
“The Mara-struck…”Boothill makes a poor attempt at cursing before giving up and starting to raise his gun but before he can , Argenti stops him.
Your arms are covered in black , cracked open with roses and ginko leaves , a feature of the love you lost , you now suffer.
You can’t be saved anymore , the one you loved betrayed you .
They saw you squirm in pain and then….
Silence .
You’re dead now .
Argenti and Boothill ran over to your position and saw , you died in between the process.
The feel of paper ( and affection) Welt Yang x reader.
fluff time
You missed the feel of your lovers hands on your body , gently tracing your the bare skin of your flesh through the gap between the hem of your ash gray shirt .
Lately , he’s been off the Astral express and around the Luofu , something to do with the Mara-struck , Dan Heng , and a lord ravenger .
You sighed as you remembered how depressed the boy looked when he had to reveal his past and saw everyone stare at him .
However , when he came back , you didn’t judge him and instead smothered him in affection and hot cocoa because that’s your job as his practical mother figure .
When Caelus came back and looked just as depressed as Dan Heng did , you knew it was going to be a long day because usually Welt took on a lot of parental responsibility when it came to the children.
You mentally prepared yourself to smother your beloved in affection when he comes back from the exhausting mission he had .
Coffee? Check.
The softest and fluffiest blankets you could get? Check.
Books ? Check .
Hot Cocoa in case he doesn’t want coffee? Check.
You were officially prepared to give him the comfiest snuggle pile of his lifetime , and you dint care whether he was sweaty or dirty, the man deserves it.
When Welt came back from the whole ordeal , and explained what happened to Himeko and you , you took his arm and gently pushed him into his room and pulled out some of his favorite books .
He took coffee while you had a conversation so sleeping was not an option , you ended up in deciding to have him read in order to lay back and relax.
You went over to his private bookshelf and pulled out a few historical books , taking note of where you took them from in order to put them back , you didn’t want to frustrate your overworked lover after all.
You walked over to the neutral colored bed and placed down the books at the edge before picking one up , diving into the covers , and holding one out to him .
To him , you looked like a small puppy begging for some attention and trying to take care of him at the same time .
Your lover smiled before taking the book , opening the cover and flipping over to where the beautiful white rose was pressed in .
You snuggled up to him before resting your head against his arm and holding one of his thighs captive in between yours .
Soon the arm became his chest because he shifted a bit and placed an arm around your body .
You two had a routine of reading a book together before bed because you both had insomnia, it helped you guys sleep when you read , and since you two had someone to share the time with , it made you much more drowsy.
But unfortunately, the poor man had consumed a heck ton of coffee , it was his comfort drink , and you had to reap the consequences and stay up with him and keep him company .
He started reading out loud for you since you couldn’t really read in your mind unless you would fall asleep in less than 5 seconds , also his voice was honestly very soothing so you loved it .
The book cover was old and worn , anyone would’ve thrown it away , but not welt , apparently, it was from a cherished friend , so he kept it , and many other old books .
It was a hobby of his to collect antique books and store them away into his room for you to read , it was honestly endearing to you . Time to time , he’d let you read them when he wasn’t there with you .
He knows that you love antique items too , so when you mention a book that you’d like or some sort of vase or jewel , he’ll do anything within his power to get you the item you desire .
There was this one time you wanted an ancient vase , for you recognized it from your childhood , it was high in sentimental value to you .
It was your mothers vase , the one she said was a family heirloom before the house burned down , you though it was lost forces until you saw it .
When it was auctioned off , you cried your heart out and Welt comforted you half the time and then left with Himeko and the rest of the Astral express attempting to raise your spirits .
Welt was gone for literally only 8 hours before returning with a carefully packaged parcel , cushioned with styrofoam and bubble wrap .
He gave you the vase before kissing your forehead and telling you to open it , you opened it and lo and behold , the vase you cherished was in there .
You tackled him and smothered him in kisses until he gently pushed you aside in order to breathe .
You giggled and laughed when he did and to this day you still thank him continuously, the vase shinning like the sun on his desk in your shared room whenever light hit it.
You look over to the side and smile softly before returning you attention to your lover , the smell of old paper and wood filling your lungs .
You snuggled into his embrace deeper as you felt the soft material of his scarf against the skin of your face .
You then realized .
The male hasn’t even taken a shower.
You facepalm yourself before tugging on his arm sleeve , silently asking for attention .
He turns his head towards you , grabs the pale white rose and presses it into the book before tilting his head and asking “ What’s wrong dear?”
“ You haven’t taken a shower.” You dead panned before gently pushing him out of bed in order not to sully the covers and sheets anymore with the sweat of your lover .
Now don’t get it wrong , you love him , but basic hygiene is needed even though he may have fought a person that was literally 100 x bigger than him .
He stares at you before chuckling and moving to the closet to get a pair of pajamas and then goes outside to the public bathroom so he can take a shower.
You wait patiently for 20 minutes before he returns and you greeted with the sight of the Welt Yang , whose usually has a neutral color palette, in bright yellow pajamas with a robot in the front of his shirt .
You stifle a laugh that tries to come up your throat before patting your side , he complies with your silent request and burrows underneath the covers to join you .
Soon enough you chest to chest , legs tangled , and your dozing away while he plays with your hair gently as to not to disturb your peaceful slumber .
It’s been awhile since he’s seen you ever manage to sleep without tossing and turning , but now , you’re as still as water .
He nuzzles the top of your head for a bit before saying ,
Imperfections? No, they’re perfect .( Argenti x reader)
Yooo, I haven’t done a double fix in one day for some time .
It’s been a week since someone commented on your body figure and the scars among your arms , you were lucky to survive the abundance war .
You weren’t a local , but you still enlisted because you wanted to help , what idiotic actions ….
When you came back from your expedition, you were in one piece , but you felt like you were in two because your soul and your body were not coordinated.
At times you seemed lost and others too alert, whipping your head around at the slightest sound or movements.
It was a wonder that you got over the worst of your trauma and continued, but you never expected a male , never less a handsome one, to love you now .
However , it took a lot of coaxing from him to feel confident and comfortable in your own skin with all the scars along your body .
So when a child and women commented on them , your self esteem plummeted and you hid yourself in your house from the remainder of the week , texting Argenti to come over before you start hyperventilating.
You stayed bundled up in the duvets covers before you poked your head out because you heard the door creak open .
You slipped out the covers before timidly opening the bedroom door and peeking out, when you did you were met with the knights fist about to knock on the door .
You stared at Argenti’s hand before looking up to see his face , his eyes soften when he sees your eyes water , opening the door wider and then closing the door when he’s inside the bedroom.
Soon , you’re in bed with him cradling your figure as if your porcelain. His armor is off and neatly placed on a stand you got for him . His lacy white shirt and brown trousers felt soft against your skin .
He whispers sweet nothings to you , reassuring you that your perfect and the scars you have are proof of how strong you are .
He knows what happened , and how people seem to judge you for it , he also knows how sensitive you are to noises and stares thanks to your training .
He continues to soothe your nerves and you continue to ramble on and on how insecure you are and how utterly pathetic you look .
He just reassures you how lovely you are and kisses the so called imperfections. To him , they’re nothing less then beautiful marks .
Soon your eyes begin to tire , and you start to go limp , he smiles and then kisses your forehead leading you to a dreamless sleep where nothing can touch you .
Except Argenti .
He’ll keep you safe and warm and he’ll always be by your side and love you until time forbids him . He won’t ever leave you .
He stares at your sleeping figure and then pulls the covers over both of you , luring you into an even deeper sleep .
He looks at you for a little longer before supping your cheek and putting his forehead against yours , mumbling.
You’ll wait for him forever , even if the Mara consumes you whole , thorns pricking you endlessly, like the thorns on the roses he holds .
Argenti was obsessed with Idrila , his Aeon that has helped many others , and he’s determined to spread her image around , but can’t he see?
They’re no longer alive , they isn’t here , all that remains is their soul that’s helping him , not the body .
He’s so focused on his destination, he forgest to enjoy the journey , and he may have found the destination already .
But he keeps going , complimenting Idrila , complimenting men and women , giving roses , it’s almost like he’s everyone but yours…
( it makes your heart throb painfully)
You’re his lover! So why does he always avoid you and leave the house , making you stay there , all alone , it was bad enough to fall in love with a man that wasn’t immortal , since you’re from the Luofu .
But….
You gave him your heart and soul , only for him to give his roses and compliments to another , visit another , and stay with another , specifically.
That Galaxy Ranger cowboy cyborg ….
Why?… Why would Argenti do this to you?
Didn’t he promise his heart and soul to you?..
You stood there at the balcony of your house watching Boothil and Argenti flirt with each other and smile like two lovebirds .
( Almost as if you don’t exist)
Suddenly , Boothill whipped his head up and met your piercing gaze , you flinched and then turned away , walking back into the house .
Soon enough Argenti walked into your room with Boothil , and then the arguments came .
“ It wasn’t my fault that you kept ignoring me and loving others!”
“ Y/N , the only reason I accepted your offer was because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings …”
You stared at him in disbelief before saying in a small voice ,” So you thought playing with my feelings was any better?”
He stared at you with a guilty expression before lowering his head and nodding slightly , Boothil just stared at you as tears streamed down your face .
You heard that song from your father , who was stuck in Inazuma thanks to the degree , locking down all islands and keeping your father there , luckily though , he was allowed to ship items and send letters so he shipped over a music box , elegantly decorated with flowers .
Now , the degree has been lifted and you can finally visit you Inazuma , you’ve heard many things about Inazuma , from the excellent clans to the beautiful city and flowers .
Though , what you wanted to see most , was the White Sakura tree he told you about in his letters , as white as the snow in Snezhaya…
He told you that they were beautiful and could lift your spirit immediately, for the way the light bounces off the petals made them look ethereal.
He wished you could see them ,
(You wish you could see him one last time )
Your father died during the war , he was forced to become one of the shogun’s soldiers as repayment for something .
He was one of the servants of the Kamisato clan , you’ve heard many good things about Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato , but you were still surprised when you say the Kamisato symbol on the letter you received.
You read that the Lord sent his condolences to you and since your father was loyal , the Lord has decided to pay for your travel plans and give you a tour of Inazuma.
So here you are , in front of the Kamisato estate in the most traditional clothes you could get from Inazuma .
You nervously walked up to the grand , dark brown doors , carved with the Kamisato clan’s symbol before timidly knocking on the entrance asking ,” Hello? It’s Y/N L/N? Is anybody there?”
You shifted your weight around as you waited , recalling all the rules of proper etiquette in order to not offend the head of the Kamisato clan.
It was only 10 minutes before the giant doors opened and you saw a soldier at the door , looking you up and down before letting you enter , but not before he checked your invitation.
When you walked in you felt the stares of people who didn’t know you , judging you , whether it was a good or bad definition, you didn’t care .
The guard escorted you towards the entrance into the house before knocking on the door and announcing your presence here.
When you looked around , you didn’t see the so called , white sakura anywhere , was it all a hoax just to keep your hopes up and to give you something to look forward to?
You were dragged out of your thoughts and brought back to reality when the door creaked open and a servant stood at the door and was ready to guide you to the head.
“ Hi! You must be the new guest , I’m Thoma , the house keeper and I’ll be here to introduce you to lady and lord kamisato!” He smiles at you like the sun and you smile back .
“ Hello , my name is Y/N ….” Your words got caught in your throat as you remembered your father .
Thoma looks at you sympathetically and then asks” Was your father Mr.L/N ? “
You nod and you stuffed a sob back into your throat ,” He … told me about how wonderful it was deriving the Kamisato Clan ….”
Thoma’s smile droops down as he pats your back and then leads you through the house towards Lord and Lady Kamisato.
He opens the door and behold , the pale blue haired male , Ayato , the head of the Kamisato Clan , was revealed dutifully signing documents.
As soon as he heard the door open , he looked up and smiled at both of you , thanking Thoma for guiding you.
Thoma left you alone in the room as he closed the door , Ayato decided to start the conversation.
“ Hello ,Y/N , your father has told me many things about you .” His smiled softened , “ I’m sorry for your loss.”
You stare at him before shoving a sob down your throat and telling him,” Thank you for your concern.”
He nods before pushing his chair back and standing up to walk towards you ,” I’ve finished the documents I needed to place , now , shall we?”
He slowly raised his arm and held his hand out for you to take , you didn’t refuse the offer and held his hand as you walked out of the house and estate , the people working staring at you .
He brought you to the grand Narikumi Shrine , but you didn’t see the white Sakura trees…
He brought you to restaurants , islands , and villages , all a great place to visit and just as beautiful as your father described it .
But you never once saw the so called White Sakura trees he mentioned.
Ayato noticed how glum you looked when he brought you to a restaurant, so he asked what’s wrong.
You replied with ,” In my father’s letters , he would tell me about the Sakura trees that would bloom beautiful white petals and reflect the light . I haven’t seen them anywhere…”
His eyes softens and then he replies ,” I know a spot , would you like to see?”
You stare at him in disbelief before nodding .
Soon enough , he’s leading you down a tunnel , when you turn the corner , you see a wonderful , pearl white Sakura tree with Wisteria trees surrounding it , a hole in the ceiling had sunlight pour down from above making it look ethereal .
You rush to stand under it , and unknown to you , to Ayato , you look like an angel who fell down from heavens .
I’m hungry , don’t let a hungry writer make a fic or else it’s gonna be a food fic
You picked up the silver fork and used the silver knife to cut through the fluffy , syrup covered , pancake.
Kazuha finally came back from Sumeru today and visited you in Inazuma , when you were informed that he was back , you immediately decided to make him some pancakes with maple syrup .
Why? Because maple leaves were his clothing designs , and since pancakes go with syrup , you decided it’d be a good idea to have some irony .
Now , he’s here , in your home and sitting down across from you , with a white plate filled with pancakes in front of him , ready to be eaten by both of you .
You smiled at the white haired boy who was attentively studying your actions and waiting for you to feed him the soft , buttery batter.
“ Is this the first time you’ve tried maple syrup and pancakes from Mondstadt ? “ You asked your lover .
Kazuha nodded his head and told you with a soft voice ,” Yes , although the crux travels to Liyue , we don’t really go any further , we’ve only just gotten to Sumeru so this will be my first time.”
The knife finally cut through the stack of sweet , buttery goodness which left you a chunk of fluffy pancakes with the tan maple syrup dripping off the chuck in streams .
You lifted the fork up and then cupped your hand underneath it so the syrup won’t drip onto the red and white tablecloth.
Your lover rested his head on the palm of his hands he opened his mouth , revealing his pearly white teeth ,and waited for you to feed him the fluffy , buttery goodness he’s been deprived of .
You place the piece into his mouth and he closed his mouth and hummed contentedly,” Hmm…. This is good..”
You smile at him and say ,” Told you, you’d like it , it does have maple syrup on it”
He chuckles before reaching out and cupping the side of your face , and caresses your cheek .” I suppose you were right “
You smile at him before cutting another piece of the fluffy food and bringing towards his mouth , he complies with your wishes and opens his mouth , eating the syrupy goodness.
The morning goes on like this , cutting a chunk of the sweet pancakes , and feeding your lover it , he then gives you kiss on the lips before pushing the plate of pancakes towards you .
He gets up from his seat and walks over to your side of the table before placing his hands underneath your shoulder and lifting you up , keeping you suspended in the air before sitting down where you were originally and places you on his lap .
Your lover cuts a piece of the pancake , making sure it has enough syrup, and gently pries open your mouth and places the pancake onto your tongue and removes the fork form you mouth .
He puts down the knife in his left hand and lowers it to gently caress your thigh before asking ,” Is it good?”
You chew for a bit before nodding and telling him ,” Yeah, it’s quite sweet and fluffy.”
He continues feeding you, watching you smile and hum contentedly before mumbling something .
