#qiuyuan

[miothle]

qiuyuan🍃

[dreamermonica]

cw; gender neutral! reader, sfw with a sprinkle of winkwink, basically just a smooch from qiuyuan aha

For a man without eyesight, QIUYUAN can do a lot of things.

He can pierce the hearts of his enemies with ease, cook meals without batting a lid, discern both familiar and unfamiliar surroundings in an instant, read your emotions better than any man with two working eyes could ever hope to — you get the gist of it. He fares just like any other person.

You wouldn’t have known he was blind, really, not unless you looked close. Not unless curiosity got the better of you and you finally asked about his eyes — those elusive, cloudy things that never seemed to look directly at you, no matter how hard you tried to catch them.

(“What? You’re telling me you’ve been blind this whole time?”

He does not reply.

You were about to ask how a man who cannot see could cultivate such precise swordsmanship, until you remember something from a distant past.

“But you mentioned I had a fair face during our first meeting.”

He does not elaborate.

“... You have no sight and now you can’t speak?”

He does not make an excuse.)

And in that manner, you truly think it is strange.

For all his practiced, almost perfect ways of adapting to a life of a blind man, for all the subtle precision of his movements and the effortless grace that makes everyone else look clumsy — Qiuyuan always, always, seems to forget where your lips are each time he leans in to humor you with a kiss.

You like to think you know enough that you are not oblivious. In fact, you are well aware of how his forte functions in relation to his surroundings, having been… loved a lot… by him, yet this does not placate your confusion.

Qiuyuan is sharp and concise in everything he does. He never wastes time. He never rushes either. Every movement of his is deliberate, efficient. Most details are trivial to him; he only cares about the things that matter to wandering swordsmen — sharpening their blades, bathing in rivers, mending their coats by the firelight. He may notice everything, even the things in between, yet very rarely does he make them his business.

(Thinking about it, you recall the time he mentioned he liked the frequencies of your bold personality, that or it was the smell of your virtues. What did he mean by this?)

All in all, why would kissing you be any different?

If anything, he seems to take his time with it — tracing the ridge of your eyebrows, brushing the faint frown between them, mapping the moles scattered across your cheeks and neck as if they were constellations he needed to memorize. His fingers trail the bridge of your nose, linger at your lashes, circle your cheekbones in slow, unhurried motion, before resting the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip.

Your entire being feels like it’s on fire.

Qiuyuan is sharp and concise. He never wastes time. So what is he doing?

“Your thoughts,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that slides under your skin. “I sense chaos within it. Do you want to share?”

His eyes — that muted gray, misty and distant, as if trapped in a perpetual haze — are directed right at you. And for some reason, it's now you who can’t maintain eye contact. You look everywhere but him, at the stars stitched into the sky, at the restless trees swaying with the wind — anything to forget the feeling of the feather-light pressure of his thumb on your lip.

“D-don’t look at me like that.” You stutter against your will.

“I can’t see, nor look,” he replies evenly. “I am simply facing where a threat looms.”

Like lightning, your eyes are on him immediately, raising a brow at him. “What threat?”

He chuckles, rare and quiet, and your stomach flips at the sound. “That’s what it takes for you to look at me. Interesting.”

You glare, half annoyed, half flustered. “Qiuyuan, what are you trying to say?”

“Your temperament is truly a wonder I can never hope to comprehend,” he dismisses your glare like he always does — calmly, playfully, infuriatingly — and leans closer still. His breath ghosts across your cheek. “Do you not like it when I let my hands wander?”

He already knows what's bothering you. Of course he does.

Yet that tone teasing, deliberate — to make innuendos is not like him. Againt your better judgement, it sends heat curling through your chest, fueling the warmth of your face. Still, you force yourself to stay on track, to pretend you’re not already melting under his touch.

(You’d let him do anything he wanted to do to you, you realize with a dangerous clarity.)

“You always touch my face like that before you kiss me,” you say quietly. “Why is that?”

He pauses. Not long, but long enough for you to feel the shift in the air between you.

“Back when we first met, I did not lie when I called your face fair.”

You blink, unsure whether to laugh or fall apart. He senses your confusion, and treads further.

“Is it not right for me to appreciate it,” he adds, “now that we are much closer?”

When he leans in again, it is slow and unhurried. The air grows still, heavy with something unspoken. You can feel the warmth of him, close enough that your breaths tangle in the space between.

His hand moves slightly, fingers brushing against your jaw, lingering like a phantom.

The rest happens somewhere between thought and sensation. A shift forward, the briefest contact, so light you might have imagined it — and then stillness, a silence that hums louder than any sound could.

You do not move. Neither does he. And yet something in you has already unraveled.

For a man without eyesight, Qiuyuan can do a lot of things.

He can fight, cook, survive — even sense the smallest flicker of thought that crosses your mind.

But kissing you into a puddle of madness?

That, you think faintly, as his fingers slide into your hair and his lips tilt into a small, all-knowing smile against yours — might just be your favorite of all.

And perhaps, might just be his too.

[alwayscorvus]

Blind! Omega! Qiuyuan x Teacher! Reader

teacher!alpha!m!reader x student!blind!omega!Qiuyuan, fluff;

student!Qiuyuan who has never been keen on finding love. He’s not particularly interested in these topics and believes that no one would want a blind omega anyway

student!Qiuyuan who never lets his instincts get the better of him. He never shows reactions typical of an omega. Can’t flutter his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner, speak in higher pitch or calm another person with his pheromones

student!Qiuyuan for whom the only way to experience world is through smell and hearing. But who at the same time, stubbornly uses scent-blocking patches so that no one will ever smell his scent. Too afraid of showing his weaknesses and being compared to omegas. Who has been on suppressants his whole life, almost losing the ability to experience heat

student!Qiuyuan who despite being blind, feels others’ “disgusted” stares on him. Someone like him? An omega?

student!Qiuyuan who has always had very low self-esteem when it comes to being an omega. What fun can you have dating someone who can’t see? Others surely believe he can’t participate in typical teenage activities… And in the future, it would surely be too much of a burden and responsibility to support someone like him. He’s probably not even as pretty as other omegas… Not only is he a man, but he’s also over six feet tall... He’s not like those charming, alluring omegas with delicate facial features and petite, curvy figures. He’s leaner and more bony, damaged by life. He doesn’t give off a harmless, friendly vibe that invites you to approach him. Surely no one would want to choose him…

student!Qiuyuan who is even ashamed of his own scent. A bamboo forest in the morning, sprinkled with fresh dew. Refreshing and gentle, yet at the same time unusual due to a heavy, earthy note… Definitely unlike those sweet floral or cheerful citrus aromas that carry through the corridors behind “true” omegas

student!Qiuyuan who has hated alpha scents since childhood, having grown up in a house full of betas. Who, with a hypersensitive sense of smell, easily detects bad intentions and nasty character of alphas. Who knows that a campus full of teenagers with raging hormones is like a battlefield. That you can’t find anyone trustworthy here

student!Qiuyuan who is always reserved and lonely. A typical, quiet student, not really interested in lessons. Sitting in the back row by open window. Who prefers to stick his head out toward the sounds of sports field and feel pleasant wind breeze on his face. Only form of relief in a stuffy room overflowing with overlapping scents of pheromones

student!Qiuyuan who never tries to make friends, always assuming isolation and rejection. To whom over time, other students are even afraid to speak

student!Qiuyuan whose reluctance to his classmates and whole pessimistic attitude towards love change, when one afternoon, a newcomer walks into a classroom…

student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, takes a deep, joyful breath of alpha’s pheromones. Turns eagerly towards the blackboard- Hoping to see that one-of-a-kind individual- Only chance to reverse his miserable fate-

student!Qiuyuan who in fact unfortunately “sees nothing”. As if for a moment he had completely forgotten that he is blind… But despite the bitterness on his tongue, he feels a strange peace and happiness in heart. As if your distant presence alone is enough to heal wounds of hurt omega

student!Qiuyuan who sensing your dominant yet warm and friendly aura, knows you have good intentions. He believes you wouldn’t harm anyone. And he swoons not only at your scent but also at your gentle chuckle, triggered by a comment from someone in front row

student!Qiuyuan who is surprised when he senses that instead of heading towards some potential “friend” from another class, you’re moving towards teacher’s desk. He gasps upon hearing you introduce yourself as new teacher, replacing the homeroom teacher who went on maternity leave. And immediately he withdraws into his shell again. Despairing over the hopelessness of his situation. Scolding himself for ever deluding himself into thinking that fate would grant him a friend…

student!Qiuyuan who is even more surprised when one Friday, you approach his desk after class. You crouch down next to his chair, looking up at him patiently. He feels your gaze on him and senses that radiant warmth he experienced when he first met you. He doesn’t understand however why you decide to make an effort and cross the entire length of room just to talk to him. And why you try to make him feel comfortable, waiting peacefully for other students to leave a classroom

student!Qiuyuan who doesn't know what to say when you ask in a sweet voice if everything is okay. When you are the first person in this cursed school to take an interest in him. When you don't overwhelm him with adult beliefs, additional assignments or requirements necessary to pass to next grade. When you simply let him know that if he ever needs anything in the future you will always be here

student!Qiuyuan who begins to wonder if all young teachers entering this profession are like you. Full of passion and fighting for student’s well-being- Because yes, even from the tone of your voice or sound of your footsteps, he can sense that you’re very young, not much older than him. And besides, he becomes assured of his belief when he decides to eavesdrop gossips. For the first time since childhood genuinely intrigued by another person- Everyone is talking about you. Omegas, betas, alphas. Girls and boys. Whether out of fascination or jealousy. You’re on everyone’s lips. Young hot teacher. It only takes a day for you to have your own fan club

student!Qiuyuan who mortified, catches himself listening whenever he hears your name nearby. Who unconsciously records every little detail about you in his memory. These fangirls really do have incredible talent and passion… Your favorite drink which you always use to moisten your throat during lectures. Food you most often choose for lunch. Other teachers you get along with best. Place where you most often eat dinner and where it’s easiest to run into you outside of school hours. What kind of car you drive or what brand of shirts you wear most often. Not to mention how many buttons you leave undone and how you roll up your sleeves to your elbows because you constantly feel as if it's too hot

student!Qiuyuan who eventually comes to conclusion that he already has met several younger teachers in his life. And that none of them are as noble as you. And certainly not that PE teacher who immediately cut him off from any activities. Odering him to sit on a bench as soon as he realized that Quiyuan was "that blind kid"

student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, starts paying attention in class. Though only in yours… and instead of basking in breeze, he turns his head towards you. Listening to what you're saying. He actually starts taking an interest in topics you bring up. Genuinely absorbs knowledge and realizes it isn’t as bad as he’d assumed. At least when someone is truly passionate about what they do and when you can hear excitement in their voice… Qiuyuan finally comes to school with a smile, rather than dragged there by the need to please his beloved parents

student!Qiuyuan who realizes that even though you’re kind and understanding towards all your students, joking with them regularly during class, it’s only him you show such great care for. You have such a special approach only towards him- And this isn’t that "special treatment" he’s experienced from other teachers. Where he passed from year to year with lowest grades, because others had given up on him. Not believing he could ever become of any use to society. Out of pity, turning a blind eye to his lack of participation or wrong answers. As if completely ignoring his presence throughout whole school year

student!Qiuyuan who is as happy like a child when you give him a bad grade for an oral response but at the same time encourage him to retake the exam. Finally, someone actually takes him seriously. Shows interest. Doesn’t fake his results and at the same time believes he is capable of more. Even that slightly disappointed tone, which you try so hard to hide, is like flattery to him. Though he definitely prefers to hear you when you’re satisfied and proud. Especially of him…

student!Qiuyuan who finally decides to knock on your office door. Seeking help and hysterically apologizing for not making it during office hours. But for the past two hours, he really couldn’t summon the courage. And the fact that he finally approached your door was really just a random impulse

student!Qiuyuan whom you have to calm down before you two can even talk. Leading him to a sofa, gently stroking his hunched back and serving a cup of steaming lemon tea. Worried about omega’s state, you grab any opportunity to calm his nerves. But only thing that really works is your alpha soothing pheromones and your low, gentle voice assuring that everything will be okay and that you’re not mad

student!Qiuyuan who after talking to you, realizes for the first time that he has a future ahead and that he should fight for it. With shining eyes, he listens as you acknowledge how much he’s had to go through since losing his sight and that the very fact that he manages daily tasks so well shows just how capable he is. How much he can accomplish with his other sharpened senses. And how much he should and must work hard. Not only to prove his worth to others but also to provide for himself and his family in future. Because in your eyes, he is more than capable of it. He doesn't have to be left solely at the mercy of others

student!Qiuyuan who is almost moved to tears when you say he inspires you

student!Qiuyuan who from that moment on, truly changes his life. Begins to learn even from other teachers. Not wanting to just sit around on PE while others play team sports, he starts running on his own on a track around the field. During classes he raises his hand to surprise of the rest and actively participates in lessons. He no longer skips homework but actually tries to complete all his projects

student!Qiuyuan who manages to improve and catch up on material only thanks to your help. Thanks to almost daily tutoring sessions for which you never accept any money. You always explain things so clearly and your tips are so helpful- You never yell at him; you just patiently help him find the solution. And you record the most important topics for him on a voice recorder. Later, Quiyuan always does the best especially on these things. Maybe because he listens to them over and over just to enjoy your voice in privacy of his room… On headphones, because he’s too embarrassed to admit to his family that he’s obsessed with some alpha’s voice. For whom he made space on his phone by deleting all music playlists

student!Qiuyuan who treats you like his master. Everything you say is sacred. He takes every piece of advice to heart and faithfully performs every request. He seeks your approval. To the point that when he gets his report card he runs to you first. Just to hear that tender chuckle and a few words of praise. To feel as you smile warmly at him and ruffle his hair. That tingling feeling… His omega has never felt better

student!Qiuyuan who is ready to bare his fangs at anyone who dares to say a bad word about you. He’s never gotten involved in such conflicts before but now he’ll do it without a second thought. And he doesn’t care that as an omega he’s standing up to some alpha. You believe in him. That’s why he walks out of a fight without a single scratch. His fist stained red from a contact with a nose of that rude, disgusting alpha

student!Qiuyuan who, despite his negative feeling and bad experiences with alphas, trusts you unconditionally. His omega feels safe with you and is willing to do anything for you. All you have to do is ask. Although that lecture about not getting into fights seems to have fallen on deaf ears…

student!Qiuyuan who out of gratitude, asks his mom to teach him how to make bento. Overjoyed she agrees right away. Thrilled at the thought that her little boy has finally fallen in love and found himself a good alpha. Completely unaware that her beloved son leaves all boxes with bento on his teacher’s desk. Every day before classes start. Before anyone else has a chance to wake up as early as Qiuyuan and arrive at school. Although at first you try to convince Qiuyuan that there’s no need for him to do such thing, that what you buy on your way is more than enough, over time you can’t wait to see colorful notes with a message left under wooden lid.

student!Qiuyuan who loves it when you pamper him. When you always bring him something to drink. Make sure your office is aired out before he arrives. Treat him with sweet candies as a reward for progress on completed tasks

student!Qiuyuan who is happy that there is finally someone who understands his problems and with whom he can talk about matters concerning only omegas and alphas. It’s a little embarrassing that during breaks from studying, he talks about such things with an alpha... But considering that he grew up in a house full of betas who can’t relate to his situation or urge of instinct, you’re definitely the best option

student!Qiuyuan who is fascinated examining every corner of your apartment when he visit for the first time. Your flat is rather modest but spacious enough and well-kept. And above all, it’s your own... You’ve worked hard for it while Qiuyuan still lives with his parents... He praises your taste as much as he possibly can. As long as his message gets through to you and you feel appreciated

It's just... for all week you were too busy with meetings and other teaching duties. You couldn’t meet with him for tutoring, so it was only polite to suggest that he visit you over a weekend to catch up. Though you weren’t sure he’d agree... But he did it in a split second. As soon as the information reached his brain. With a loud “yes!”, after which he immediately got embarrassed and hid his face in his long black hair. Too bad, because that peach blush really looks wonderful on him...

student!Qiuyuan who only realizes he has a little big crush on you when you accidentally kiss him. It happens when you’re sitting across from each other on a small sofa... At the sight of his face bathed in sunlight you suddenly lose your words. And he, abruptly confused, looks up from a braille books you bought him. When you are "gazing" into each other's eyes like that... you lean in and press a quick kiss to his plump lips. Completely swept up in the moment

You swear you can hear his heart suddenly racing-

student!Qiuyuan who quickly gives in to you. Or do you give in to him? And your sweet “innocent love” begins to sprout in shadows of your secret meetings

student!Qiuyuan who spends his free time at your place more and more often. He feels almost at home there. Often cooks dinner for you, trying to get rid of your bad eating habits. He even cleans up sometimes, wanting to feel a bit like the lady of a house. And you don’t mind when he “rummages through your drawers.” You want him to feel at ease at your house

student!Qiuyuan who leaves plenty of his stuff at your flat and also gets a lot of new "small" things. Like a personal toothbrush to keep there, a matching mug, personalized slippers-

student!Qiuyuan who, under the pretext of sleeping over at a friend's house, sneaks out of family home to spend the night in your arms. And your shirt… Which despite his tall figure, is always too loose on him and hangs off his lean body like a dress

student!Qiuyuan who heals his insecurities and begins to love his body as he experiences how you react to it. Feeling of your gaze devouring him, loud gasps, whistles, hands exploring places they shouldn’t... Who melts away in the compliments flowing from your lips. Though his eyes show no reaction, out of embarrassment he still closes his eyelids. Trying to hide from you. Burrowing as deep as possible into bedsheets-

student!Qiuyuan who almost bursts into tears when you accidentally catch a whiff of his pheromones for the first time. Firstly out of panic and then out of gratitude. This happens when he starts to feel a little too at ease around you and forgets he’s not at his family home. Where betas can’t smell him anyway. And forgets that after his morning shower, he needs to put his scent-blocking patch back on. When you suddenly gasp and inhale the air in kitchen, he turns to you terrified. He’s afraid you’ll be disgusted and that you’ll finally realize you deserve someone better. That he isn’t such a adorable omega and that it’s better if you kick him out of your apartment. When the opposite happens and you start going crazy over his scent, he can’t believe it. In every spare moment, you bury your face in his scent glands and soak in this relaxing scent. Sometimes, when he’s very busy, he tries to push your face aside. But you’re too strong. So Qiuyuan begins to proudly share his pheromones with the world. His colleagues look at him in surprise and he just smiles from ear to ear. If his alpha likes it, that’s more than enough. And since his scent can bring you comfort, he is happy to always be on duty

student!Qiuyuan who massages your aching temples after a hard day at work and plants butterfly kisses on your face while you try to fall asleep on his lap

student!Qiuyuan who gets easily jealous of your exes. And always makes a grumpy face when he accidentally comes across their photos in your old album. But he understands that you don’t want to throw away the photos where you’re with whole group of friends from your youth

student!Qiuyuan who feels your gaze on him during every class. Struggling to hold back his omega’s reactions, especially during preheat. After he stops stuffing himself with suppressants and slowly regains his ability to go through heat. These situations are the worst. Innocent blushes, hidden from classmates by curtain of hair, turn into clenched legs. Struggling to hold back the burning sensation inside

student!Qiuyuan who is disappointed and yet even more in love, impressed by your composure as you reject his advances in fever time and declare that you’ll only truly experience heat with him once he finishes school. Thus rebelling against your alpha and keeping your instincts in check

student!Qiuyuan whom you help in these difficult moments by playing the role of errand boy and protecting his nest. Not daring to get into bed, only sitting close on a floor and simply stroking Qiuyuan’s head

[mylovingkiss]

. ݁ ˖ ⌗ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞 . . .ᐟ ´ - 朦胧云 ´

݁ ˖ ♯ 𐔌 𝒘𝒖𝒘𝒂 𐦯 ⋆ . ft. qiuyuan 𝜗𝜚 ⸝⸝ 【 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 】 : 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 / 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧. . . ⟢ ✉️ ྀི 𝒘𝒄 : 2.1k+ ꗃ sypnosis : a wandering swordsman, and a love patient enough to wait for every spring. in all honesty this is just a fluff scenario <3

【 QIUYUAN . ⊹₊⋆ ✉️ ྀི 】

⟢ , it’s been a lunar cycle since you last watched the white cranes paint the sky. a lunar cycle since spring’s first roots pushed through the soil and turned toward the riverbank. and a lunar cycle since you last felt that familiar breeze of resonance brushing at your step. . .

you knew it wouldn’t be long now. somewhere beyond the rice fields, a figure would be walking the worn path toward the village gate. . . unhurried in ways to measure your patience.

a cart rolled by and you almost smiled at your own hope. no, not yet. . . then another set of steps—quieter, sure. but they stopped at the gate. by the time you looked up, he was already there beyond the fence, one hand resting over the sheath of his sword and just as fast your pupils gleamed.

“ā-yuan! i thought you might’ve gotten lost!” you called out, louder than necessary. you knew he could hear the smallest whispers, but teasing him like this had become a habit.

qiuyuan’s head turned slightly toward your voice with the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

you met him halfway across the stride, running the last few steps before his arms found you. he caught you easily, the practiced grace of someone who knew your movements better than his own. your laughter stuttered into a breath, and he felt it—the tremor that came before familiar tears. his palms rose, tracing the curve of your face, momentarily brushing your cheeks and memorizing the plump skin he yearned so long to feel.

“come now. you’ll make me think i’ve been cruel, staying away this long.”

you shook your head against his shoulder anyway, the scent of dust and spring air clinging into his fabric. “then don’t cry,” he murmured, his voice barely louder than the breeze. “i made it back, didn’t i?”

you laughed through another breath, the sound uneven. “for how long this time?” he hesitated. you felt it in the way his hand tightened briefly at your back, the faint hitch of air before he answered. “as much as your safety grants me,” he said at last.

you pulled back to look at him, eyes rimmed at the edges but still holding contentment. “just say forever.”

“. . . if only i could,” his thumb brushed beneath your eye again, catching what was left of your tears. “the days mean little out there. . . my dear, i—” he paused, tilting his head as though ashamed.

you reached for his hand. “you don’t have to explain anything,” guiding it toward the small gate latch. “come inside,” you said quietly. “i made us stuffed tofu.”

the house still smelled faintly of sweet osmanthus and river clay. his steps were light, almost soundless, but you still watched each one, ready in case the uneven boards caught his foot. “you changed the furniture,” he noted, fingertips brushing the edge of a table.

“only a little,” you said. “it makes the entrance cleaner.”

you led him to the table where the meal awaited, steam curling like pale silk. if only he could admire just how much time you had put on the presentation of the dish. . . qiuyuan tilted his head slightly, sensing the frequency of your silence. “what’s wrong?” he asked, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “did you spend the whole morning arranging the table for someone who can’t see it?”

you sighed, shoulders loosening. “maybe. i thought it’d make you feel better, from whatever’s going on out there.” you said, turning to the window.

"then it must look beautiful," he said simply. shifting gently to sit on the floor cushion. you rolled your eyes, though your lips curved despite yourself. "compliments to the cook i’m guessing?"

"many," he murmured, fingers finding the chopsticks with practiced ease. "but i'd still rather have you describe it to me. tell me how it looks today."

you hesitated, watching the way the steam touched his face before sitting down beside him. "well. . . i added lemongrass to the clear soup before steaming the tofu," you said quietly. "and i marinated the meat in chili oil. so the color looks brighter and it might be tangier than usual. and i—umm, i collected some wintry bells and honeysuckles for decoration.”

“that so. . .” he murmured, the corners of his lips lifting faintly. “a little too fancy for my liking?.”

you laughed under your breath. “yeah, that’s basically it. i’m just hoping the lemongrass doesn’t mess with the flavors.”

he allowed himself a smile. “don’t worry, it won’t. the aroma is soft.” he set his chopsticks, felt for the bowl, and lifted a piece of tofu to taste. he took his time, chewing, breathing through his nose.

“any good?” you mumbled, watching him reach for the soup. “maybe too much chili?”

“just enough.” he angled his head. “did you eat yet?”

you blinked. “i was waiting for you.”

“don’t,” he said, matter-of-fact. “even if i’m late, you eat. i don’t like the idea of you sitting here hungry.”

“it gives it time to cool down,” you muttered playfully before taking your own bite. maybe it was the moment or the nerves, but the heat landed faster than you feared. he listened to the clink of your chopsticks, and the breaths of suppressing coughs.

he didn’t answer immediately. instead, he slipped one hand toward the folds of his outer robe and pulled out the small bamboo vessel he always carried—the same one worn soft from years of travel. without a word, he unscrewed the cap, and extended it in your direction.

you stared. “what is it?”

“it helps,” he said simply. “just don’t gulp it like tea.”

you took it anyway, more out of covet than common sense, and tipped the flask back. . . and immediate regret hit. the burn washed sharper than the spice, racing down your throat like a flame. you coughed again, louder this time, tears forming as you shoved the container back at him.

“really?” you croaked.

he hummed, barely hiding the small pull of a smile. “it tends to help me.”

you shook your head, still swallowing around the burn. “i don’t understand how you enjoy that.” the burn slowly settled. “. . . maybe my spice measurements weren’t right.”

“mhm.” he took another bite. “or maybe you forgot you were cooking for two.”

“i guess.” you mumbled.

he didn’t press, but you could feel the quiet satisfaction in the way he reached for another piece. there was a rhythm to this—eating beside him again, like no time had passed.

“. . .you said you were waiting for me,” he said after a moment, setting his bowl down. “mhm,” you nodded, reaching for a water cup. he was quiet for a while, fingers resting near the edge of the table. then, “what if i’d been another day late?”

you borrowed seconds before answering. “you weren’t.” you said, pouring a drink.

“but what if?”

you lowered your cup. “. . . then i’d simply eat at night.”

qiuyuan’s brow twitched slightly, not in disapproval, but something close to guilt. “you shouldn’t have to get used to that.”

“it’s not so bad” you replied, taking a sip off the water. “the food stays warm for a while. and i know you always arrive some day during this season.”

he nodded, accepting your honesty. you could tell he was chewing on something, not the food, but the kind of thought he rarely shared aloud.

you leaned back against the wall, letting the warm air fill the space between you. “you’re thinner,” you said at last.

“the road got longer,” he answered. “busier than i’d like.”

“busy with the people who’d follow you here?” you didn’t mean to make it sound like a question. but it still managed to.

his eating paused. “some of them would, if i were careless.”

your eyes perked at the sudden shift in frequency. his hand shifted—slow fingertips brushing along the grain of the table, grounding himself there.

you exhaled, watching steam rise from your own half-finished bowl. “. . . do you think it’ll ever stop?” you asked quietly.

he tilted his head, listening. “not while they still believe i owe them something.”

the room held its steam and its questions. just a little after finishing your food, you had set your plate down first. “then. . . at least owe me a walk. i have to pick up some early vegetation!”

he huffed a quiet a laugh, fingertips skimming the table’s edge before standing. the bowls clicked once as you stacked them out of the way; the lamp on the shelf settled to a smaller flame.

you nudged open the door that led outside. feeling the warm blessings of spring blossom in every flora and shrub.

“careful,” qiuyuan murmured out of habit, though he was already walking his way through the herbs.

his hand ghosted the doorframe, then found your sleeve. outside, early light lay along the yard.

you guided him along the worn stones, naming obstacles only when they mattered—despite him not needing the help.

somewhere a pail tapped the well-ring and went quiet. he matched your pace, shoes brushing the soil, head tipped to follow the small sounds. you steadied him at the elbow over the dip by the fence, he found the post with his knuckles, then the frayed bit of twine you’d retied that afternoon.

“. . .seems like you also moved the plantation,” he said softly.

you smiled, kneeling beside the bloom patch. “the sun reaches this hill first.”

he didn’t speak, but you could tell he was listening to more than just your voice. so you plucked the softer petals gently, placing them in the small woven pouch you carried for gathering.

“will you wait for me next spring?” he asked, the words unhurried.

you glanced at him. feeling a sudden knot in your throat. “. . .i’ll always be here.”

the pouch rustled as you tied it shut. he stepped closer, then crouched beside you, his hand brushing against the grass.

“the last time i asked that,” he said, “you didn’t answer.”

“i was angry,” you murmured. “to be fair, i just wish i could see you more than once every moon cycle. . .”

he understood that feeling all too well, maybe he wished the same. even so, there’s only so much answers you can borrow from life.

he nodded once, then reached up and gently pressed something into your palm—the metal seal tied across his chest.

“just until i come back,” he said. “keep it by the window.”

you blinked. “qiuyuan. . .”

“don’t wear it. don’t take it out.” he stood again. “just. . . keep it close. something so you don’t feel so isolated.”

you stared down at it, the silver polished smooth despite the years. he had carried this emblem ever since you had the blessing to meet him. never knowing exactly what it meant.

. . .he was never the kind to ask for goodbyes. didn’t dramatize the moment or scold you for your emotions in the few moments he had to be with you. he just reached for your hands again, fingertips grazing your knuckles once before pulling you with him.

his hands wandered your frame. the ticklish sensation blooming a laugh or two from both.

his fingers brushed your cheeks first, as if recalling themselves with what hadn’t changed. then your jaw, the button of your nose, the curve of your cheeks. his touch was impossibly gentle just to remember every slope.

his thumb traced just beneath your eyes. “. . .they feel softer.”

“i’ve been sleeping better,” you murmured. “since the retroact rains stopped.”

his mouth curved faintly. and for a mere second, his eyes seemed to have brightened.

“you are just as beautiful as i remember,” he said, tracing the shape of your lips.

you felt the air shift as he leaned in, stopping just short of you.

you didn’t move—not because you were nervous, but because he didn’t need you to. you didn’t have to close the space between. he already knew where you were.

his nose brushed against yours, just briefly, before his lips met the corner of your mouth, light and deliberate. he always started there—as if working his way back into your memory in pieces.

you exhaled, not quite a laugh, just something warm caught in your throat. your hands settled lightly over his chest.

his hands were careful even when they were sure. the second kiss landed at the other corner of your mouth, a polar to the first, and then he pressed a third, smaller one at the center, light enough to leave room for a smile.

“once every spring,” he said, almost to himself. “. . .yet it’s a time i’m willing to wait.”

you laughed, quietly, despite feeling the tears begin to cloud your judgement.

𓂃 . 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 , yay by the time this is published qiuyuan’s out!

so umm there’s not much to base this off of, in other words not a lot known of him yet. but hopefully once i get him i’ll go through his lore, voice lines, and companion quest and see everything i got wrong (or right, maybe) but yeah!

please enjoy this for now <3 i started this draft around october 23rd? finished 25th and edited today, hooray! sorry it’s a bit long or sounds repetitive, it’s been some time since i last wrote something. . .

anyway, i’ve yet to pull on his banner because i’m so nervousss!

i really wanna get his s3 so i can use him as a dps (because what the freak is his kit, i’ll probably still end up getting him s6 because he’s so cutie). . . to be honest i’m planning on getting all the characters i use s3 one day since i already have jiyan s1 and calcharo s2, yay! but not so yay because jiyan’s second sequence borrowed 160+ wishes off of me :( and that means i have to save for brant too. . . ughhh it’s a whole thing. i’m so butt at this game, i basically only know how to build dps or healers.

but yes! many prayers and luck upon those who plan on wishing for qiuyuan, or any characters in the future! ૮꒰ྀིっ˕ ς ꒱ྀིა

yk i was supposed to use ‘musings’ as my little chat box but i just end up using the tags aswell anyway. i’m too lazy to change them now sorry for the abundance of #’s :(

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[g-mi]

wuwa's new male character in my eyes

[redbeersake]

My next S6..... 😭

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 ♡︎

characters: sub!qiuyuan x gn!dom!reader

warnings: written before anything about character is known except for his name and design so obv it’s free balling, strap/cock traditions per usual, exhibitionism, handjob, cumming inside, hair pulling, multiple orgasm, degrading, feminization, attempt at breeding, talks of pregnancy, going with the theory that quiyuan is jianxin’s master, reader is a FREAK and is obsessed with the poor man

notes: i am a WHORE

in the temples that resides at the very top of one of the many peaks that surrounds jinzhou with its protective barrier, there is where the next masters or aspiring martial artists commune to train, share experiences or to simply rest their weary bones. young and old, experienced and brimming with thirst for adventure, many martial artists walk through the doors of the temple with open heart and clear mind. not all however, is so keen on keeping their visions clear and at their prime, choosing to tug one of the wandering masters who seldom showed their visages to the nearest room and shutting themselves inside.

it wasn’t even night nor had he bathed yet, still slick with the latest tacet discord’s blood and sweat, impure and made even more filthier as you chose to ram your cock into his half prepared hole, shutting the choked scream with a hand over his mouth. qiuyuan let out a whine into your hand, feeling the way how your dick wasn’t even all the way inside him and yet how his leg was shaking already, hands clambering to hold onto the nearest wall for support. the sweetest little noises escaping through your fingers, gasps and moans filling the empty room as you finally bottom out inside him with a pleased groan. immediately, qiuyuan was slapping at you as far as his arm could reach, scratching at your hand over his mouth while his one leg is pulled up with your hand underneath his knee.

“y-you filthy creature” qiuyuan spat out, hissing at you like some adorable angered kitty while he tried to hide his flushed cheeks with his messy hair. “this is t-the temple huuhg of jinzhou. should you wanted me ahh-haah this badly, a-at least do it someplace private!” his hoarse voice tipped off into a whine when you chose to move just a bit, nudging against his prostate sweetly, making his hands clammer up with sweat as he worries over keeping himself quiet. but even then, try as he might to keep his noises down, he could still hear the wet squelch of your cock fucking him open and how his nails scratched against the wood.

you couldn’t help but laugh quietly under your breath, seeing the ever so stoic and cold wandering swordmaster be reduced to stuttering little thing by just shoving your cock inside his hole. lone wolf, my ass, he was anything but a lone wolf with the way he keeps falling into your hands over and over despite his complaints. a bunny in heat would suit his description more with the way his hole and throat loves to swallow your cum, as if he wanted to be bred full.

“ah, but master qiuyuan” you coo out his name and title with so much sweetness that the swordsmaster felt sick. or was that because he swore he could feel your cock pushing against his guts? feeling his legs tremble and lips quiver as his poor neglected dick weeps untouched? qiuyuan didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t wanted to know.

“you’re just so cute, y’know? standing there with your arms crossed, cold eyes glaring at some poor tree while you blank out. it makes me wanna ruin you. get you all filthy and messy, maybe even fuck you ‘till you squirt”. oh how he hated how he bit back a whimper at your words, tilting his head down even further to try and hide the shame he felt from getting aroused by just your disgusting words alone. who even gave you the rights to get this touchy with him in the first place? why does he keep allowing you to do these things to him?

before the cold man could think of something to hiss back at you, you were already grabbing at his hair, holding the fluffy long ponytail tightly in your hand and pulling on it, making the swordmaster let out a cute squeal as he arched his back, body flush against the wooden walls.

“you damned bea—aang♡︎!” an uncharacteristically high pitched moan leaves his lips when you start to move, pulling out until your dildo was nearly out of his slippery hole before slamming it all the way back inside. his body, albeit bigger than yours, rattled at the force of the thrust, his hands leaving their purchase by the walls and instead choosing to hold them over his mouth. he’ll get back at you for this, definitely torment you with stricter training, but right now, qiuyuan tried his best to keep his mind in place, to prevent himself from letting out stupid noises that he knows you love to hear fall from his throat.

“you’re no fun at all, master. i wanted to catch you off guard and hear your cute noises” you whisper against his shoulder, smelling the metallic scent of the TD’s blood on his clothes. not like it was disgusting, if anything, it made you green eyed. made you thrust harder, deeper, as if jealous over the notion that the cold man you liked so much was so physically close to another beast other than yourself.

qiuyuan was sure of it, sure that you were some monster in human form, because every thrust into his lubed up hole was so forceful to the point he swore he could feel your strap carving out his insides, forcing him to get used to the size of your stupid dick, remember the shape of your cock. the cold lube that was smeared over his succulent ass created filthy plap! plap! noises every time you fucked the air out of his lungs, leaving him feeling lightheaded as he desperately tried to quieten his moans. even then, even with the way he held his hands over his mouth, bit his lip or held fabrics of his scarf over his drool covered lips, small gasps and sharp punched out whines escaped. and they seemed to motivate you, making your thrust more harder, nearly jackrabbiting constantly into his sweet spot.

“nngh—ungck.. y-you really.. do-on’t know aangh haah know to uhmmg-guck.. f-fuck! fuck fucking hell, [na-ame]♡︎” qiuyuan all but mewled, every last thoughts of indignation being fucked out of his brain every time your strap grazes his prostate, his knee that you held up jerking upon the feeling. his mind was melting away, he was sure of it. you must be using your forte, you must have poisoned his mind and his body because he was tearing up, his own untouched dick bobbing every time you thrust back into his clenching hole, rendering him speechless.

whining under his breath, shaking his head as if to try and clear his mind, he let out pathetic little noises. punched out moans and sharp gasps rising in volume as you keep his head pulled back by his long hair, fucking every thoughts out of his brain.

“ngh—no! no more! [name], we ca—ahn’t… can’t♥︎ can’t! we— aanh ahg-gahc mhh hummg♡︎” the swordmaster shook his head over and over, already babbling as if you had fucked him until his mind melted into a useless mush with sharp gasps increasing in volume. letting go of your hold on his hair, you turn your attention to his dick. still weeping like the sad little thing it was, all left alone and untouched, a cute red in the tip as if it was chocking on the amount of cum it held back.

“better keep your voice down, master” you whisper into his ear, making qiuyuan shudder with a swallowed moan. he hated how much control you had over him, over his body, how easily he folded under you like a little toy for your satisfaction. but his thoughts of hatred for you is for later time, a chocked sob escaping his throat as if he had been strangled when you touched his weeping cock, taking it in your hand and swirling your thumb constantly over the tip, occasionally rubbing down into his slit forcefully. qiuyuan damn right mewled, pushing his hips back, wanting to escape your cruel hands but fucking himself right into your strap, feeling the stupid thing up into his throat with a punched out noise.

forcing him to keep himself upright, you fuck into him with the same pace as you twist and swirl the tip of his cock. qiuyuan just all but lost it and had it not been for his growing endurance against your libido and obsession with him, he would have screamed as he creamed your fingers, cried like some untouched virgin while his drool slipped down to his chin.

legs shaking, hopping like the cute bunny you see him as, his tremors finally die down after a while, leaving you still guts deep inside him as your hand lets go of his now softening dick. the ivory colored, sickeningly sweet smelling semen drips down to the floor, no doubt would leave a stain later on, but it wasn’t in your interest. the man who was hiding his face was.

shifting him around, pulling him closer, you wrestle his bigger body to turn face towards you. pulling his legs up to wrap around your waist, his back flush against the wall, for a moment, your hand grasps his jaw to make him keep an eye contact. steely grey eyes with his pupils blown wide, you remembered how they turned into a cute heart shape with glossy tears over them when you first fucked him dumb, left him incoherent and stupid.

“hey, master qiuyuan” you call out quietly, a little bit too intimate to his liking as his cute flushed face tries to glare at you through his drool covered chin and red bitten lips. it made you grin, a look on your face that just spelled trouble for the swordmaster as he bit down his whimper at the hungry look you give him.

“how would you feel about a baby?” you whisper, leaning your face in close to his own as if about to kiss him. he would have preferred it even, inching his own handsome face closer to yours, ready to pucker his lips. but that question seemed to kick some sense into his fried brain, regaining a sense of consciousness. “what? y-you can’t be serious, i’m a ma—aAANGH♥︎!” his protest is cut short, a loud wail leaving him as you return to rearranging his guts full force. oh, how was it possible, he could feel your tip all the way up to his throat! what sort of forte would you use on him, you senseless beast? his hole would be left gaping whenever you’ll be satisfied with his body!

“you know, a cute little baby. a mix of you and me, a little one. boy or girl, i wouldn’t care. i’d just love to see ya’ waddling around, belly round and adorable” you continue with your mumbling, a dull noise to his ears as you keep your gaze on his face. so cute, this swordmaster was. blushing to his ears, grey eyes like the sword’s blade he wields rolling to the back of his skull while you thrust your cock back into his hole. clenching down around you every time you pull out as if his body subconsciously wanted that, craved to get knocked up by you. carry your seed in his womb, get all round and become yours.

“y-you caaanh’t..! aah yoo-ouw can’t haah mmgh hhngk [n-name]♡︎ n-no.. no babiesssh. n-noough aahgg haahg♡︎♡︎” his words trailed off into a senseless squeal, switching from the common tongue to what you guess is jinzhou dialect, babbling random things as the wet plaps of your thrusts meeting his ass get louder with the reach of your dick going further inside him. qiuyuan took in a loud gasp, mewling when your rough thrust fucked into his sweet spot just perfectly, tears starting to build up in his eyes from the constant pounding to his fluttering hole.

ah, he’ll cry. he’s going to cry and it will all be your fault for being so damn mean to him. have mercy on his dumb self and let his sensitive body catch a break, or else he’ll be squirting over himself like some pretty little whore for you.

qiuyuan let out another filthy mewl, too high-pitched, too breathy, too whiny, too girly when you heard footsteps outside the thin paper walls of the room, placing a hand over his drooling mouth to silence his cute noises. as much as you loved to hear him slur over his words senselessly, you’d rather not get caught and be forced to share. qiuyuan was only yours and you’ll find a way to make him yours eternally one day.

speeding up your thrusts, making up for the sloppy jackrabbiting of your hips meeting his with the roughness of your movements, you could feel qiuyuan’s hands tremble as he clutched at your arms and shoulders. a single tear falling from his eye, going slack in your hold as his dick slaps against his stomach one last time before it weakly spurted out his cum, painting the pretty scarred muscles of his stomach. you were sure he would have screamed judging by the way his legs shook around your waist when you pushed your strap into his hole one last time, muffling your own groans and moans into his neck. eagerly, his hole clenched tight around you — so tightly you nearly worried if the blood flow will stop — lapping up every drop of your cum inside himself before his shaking is replaced by gentle tremors, soft whines muffled by your hand.

pulling out after waiting for qiuyuan to stop shaking, you quickly plug him up with a butt plug, silencing his refusing sobs with a messy kiss full of spit and blood. that’ll keep him warm until you see him again later tonight, and certainly remind him of your presence. the swordmaster was already hissing at you random words of annoyance, resisting the urge to hump the air as he felt the warmth stay persistently inside his gummy walls. you were ruining him, fucking him up in both ways and more.

once the footsteps had passed by the room you two were in, you hastily clothe him up before stepping outside.

later on, you could overhear a certain monk lady worry over her master and why he was limping and all pink in the face. in response you only whistled a tune from where you swept the temple grounds, already brimming with excitement and looking forward to your midnight rendezvous. meanwhile, qiuyuan had to deal with his sweet yet overly distressed disciple. he will get you back for this.

[tipsytern]

easily in my top 5 wuwa collab arts i’m ngl