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Anaxa wants something to be written about him so badly that he:

1) came on 25th pull after Castorice

2) his signature weapon came on 15th pull after Castorice's weapon

3) decided to E6 Moze, and within 70 or so pulls also got E1 Anaxa

Now I REALLY have to cook something for him

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Blade + the erhu, please and thank you!

(Miss pearly, is that another reference to the phantom of the opera? Just asking)

Crazy but this prompt was asked for Blade twice! And once again - yep, that's the reference! (hopefully you all are not fed up with me yet--) On side note - it's been always a challenge to write for this man and every single time I pray that I didn't fuck up his character,,,,,,,

Always there

pairing: Blade x reader

prompt: "I will wait for you"

word count: 812 words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

The ever-sullen Stellaron Hunter has always had a hard time understanding your reasons to stay by his side. It isn't obnoxious clinging or following him wherever he goes, or even intentional lingering in the shadows nearby like you are some kind of a stalker.

No, it is none of that. You are just… there.

Obviously you are always there - working for Elio at the base as the Hunter’s personal chef quite literally predestines it. Blade doesn't remember the details, but it had probably something to do with Kafka and her complaints about Silver Wolf’s eating routine. And his. And the fact you poisoned someone to the point of royally pissing the IPC, which put “Wanted” posters across the universe with your face on them and landed you in the care of Destiny's Slave.

What he means is…you are strangely there for him.

You notice the dishes he takes liking in (despite him dodging all your questions) and cook him those when you think he looks especially gloomy. Every time he departs on a mission, somehow you manage to send him off with a packed meal - either you slip it into his luggage, or pass it on through his assigned partner or simply distract with conversation and thrust the container right into his hands. Lately, as you two got closer, you also started adding self-made sedatives and sleeping medicine to his meals. Did he try to kill you for that? No, but he did suggest adding poison next time.

Which you never did.

Why did his sleep get better?

Of course, you’ve grown to be caring towards every member of the crew - making Kafka her favorites whenever she had a shitty day, gently but sternly forcing Silver Wolf to eat properly, coming up with ways to feed Firefly delicious food too and letting her help in the kitchen, and managing to fulfil wild requests Elio sometimes has.

But Blade feels like he is special to you. Even if it took him half a year to admit it to himself.

“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” you once told him, as you were stirring the pot and Blade came to the kitchen to hide from the girls who, led by Kafka, wanted to mess with him. Too focused on wrapping clean bandages around the fingers of his left hand, the man didn’t let the thought sink at first, but once he did, he said nothing.

Something told him these were not the words you said to everyone.

Why did they bring him an allusive sense of peace?

Later on he started spending time with you - in training. Being a chef and knowing your way with the knife is good, but, as you reasonably noted, you are a part of the Stellaron Hunters now. It’ll never hurt to learn to defend yourself. 

Blade has never been known to be gentle. No matter if you are a sword master or a newbie - he’d go hard on you anyway, putting you through a hell of a routine. He was honestly thinking you would’ve soon realized that such harsh treatment wasn’t for you and turned to one of the female members. However, every day he’s at the base, you come. You whine and huff from exhaustion, but don’t complain. You listen carefully to his instructions whenever he stops the fight to give them (and he does so rarely, preferring the learning through the ‘life or death’ combat). You lie on the floor of the training area every single time the training ends, look up at him holding his sword and boring his red-hot coals of the eyes into you, and promise with a shaky smile, that ‘ten more minutes, a shower, and I’ll go make us an after-workout snack’.

Usually it’s more than ten minutes. Occasionally he has to carry your body to the showers, and you go limp on his shoulder on purpose. He quite often waits for you after he’s done with his own clean up. He rarely misses your cooking afterwards.

When did he start standing close to you as you cook, looming over you, staring at your hands over your shoulder?

He also doesn’t know how you two ended up sharing a living space, a bed even. Once, twice, a week, a month… At some point he just accepted it as a part of his life now. After all, you are not making it worse.

He is sane enough to be honest with himself - it got a little bit better.

You kiss his scars and run your fingers through his hair to calm him.

He lets you.

You are not clingy though.

He turned out to be one.

“I want you to see me as the place where you can always return to.”

He…bitterly laughs, but doesn’t say anything against.

“I will be waiting for you.”

…

He chooses to believe you.

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Hi!! Can I request Dan Heng + Euphonium BUTTT, the reader is the one who's correct 🤭

Took a bit longer, but it was fun to write for him hehe

Overdid it

pairing: Dan Heng x reader

prompt: "I hate to say, but I told you so"

word count: 1.4+ words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

His head is splitting. It feels like he was hit with a giant hammer, and he wouldn’t be surprised if his head was cracked in halves. But he can’t even check - his whole body seems to weigh a tonne, and attempts to lift an arm only makes the overall ache worse.

The eyelids are heavy too and it feels like a total bother to even move his eyes behind them. At this point Dan Heng isn’t quite sure if he is sleeping or is hanging somewhere on the brink between obviously needed sleep and torturous reality. He doesn’t want to be sure. He doesn’t even want to think.

His mind, however, is restless. There are numbers running through it, and who’s to say whether they are a part of some data or they define how many mugs of coffee he’s had in the last few days. Last few days..? And for what reason, he’s turned to such foolish means–

Realization hits him like another blow of a hammer and jade green eyes snap open. The headache immediately intensifies and the man hisses, shutting his eyes and knitting his brows in distress; the head sinks deeper in the pillow.

Wait a moment. It doesn’t feel like his pillow.

Groaning and with laboured breaths, Dan Heng raises himself on an elbow. He forces his hand up to press the heel of it into his forehead. The world around spins.

It’s only on the will’s effort that he manages to sit somewhat straight. Running the palm down his face, the male makes attempts to regulate his breathing. The hand ends up pressed to his chest. It takes some time, but eventually he manages.

His eyes hurt and are so tired, but Dan Heng is conscious enough to take in to his surroundings. In the darkness of the room, - your room, - he makes out the familiar silhouettes of the furniture: the desk with currently turned off PC and the chair over which you almost had to fight Stelle because it was comfortable; the wardrobe with mirror sliding doors, the shelves where you displayed mementos from various trailblazing missions, the walls decorated to your tastes, the bed he’s currently half-sitting half-lying on… And the nightstand with a singular source of dim light in the whole room.

It is kind of a nightlight, but instead of the lamp there is a plastic screen inserted in a wooden base which is filled with colored lights. Totally March 7th’s gift, and he saw you draw on it with a special white marker regularly to have a highlighted image. 

Right now he could swear there is something written and he has to lean to the nightstand and squint to read.

In your pretty handwriting it says: “Take the pill and drink the whole glass. If you want me to come, press onto the bracelet. Love you <3”

There is indeed a glass of water and a pill next to the lamp, as well as a long-distance touch bracelet - one of the pair you got together during the visit to the planet Dan Heng can’t make his brain remember right now. His heart skips a beat, touched by your care, and a small smile graces his lips.

The pill slides down his throat and is quickly rushed by the cool water. The man doesn’t realize he’s chugged down it all in less than a couple of seconds. He feels like really could use more.

Next he picks the bracelet. It’s designed simply and has a moon ornament on the touch panel (yours has sun), but at the moment this little thing feels like the most sacred link between you and him. It’s not often when the vidyadhara allows himself to feel vulnerable, but he is exhausted beyond comparison, so if the press to the rising moon will bring you to him right now, he’ll gladly take it.

He lets out a trembling breath when you send him the same gentle signal.

Ten or a little bit more minutes pass, but he finally hears footsteps nearing the room. With anticipation the man watches the cabin door slide open, lifting his hand to shield the eyes from the bright light seeping into the room from the hall. It is gone as soon as it’s appeared however, and Dan Heng has the pleasure of seeing you.

You are standing there, closing the door behind you and balancing a tray on your one hand. Dressed in a robe over your casual homewear, you are an image of comfort, and your boyfriend wants nothing more than to have you close to him. He thinks he catches the glimpse of the bracelet when your other hand joins its twin and he glances down at his own, still clutched between his long slim fingers. Ah, he’s forgotten to put it back on the nightstand.

“How are you feeling, love?”

Your voice shocks him. Sounds tend to worsen his headache when it’s there - after all, all his inhuman senses are sharper. Yet your soft worried murmur of a question doesn’t aggravate it further. Maybe the pill has already kicked in.

“I…” He swallows, testing the vowel on his tongue, feeling his throat being hoarse. He feels like shit, but he is too polite to speak such unsightly truth. So he does something else - says another truth. “I overdid it.”

He sees how you tilt your head, studying him. Your gaze, scanning his face, his slouched form, brings a strange sense of embarrassment to him. He must be looking horrendously.

“You know, Dan Heng…’ You say slowly, stepping closer and putting the tray onto the nightstand, carefully nudging the night lamp and a mug further. “I hate to say it, but I told you so. Many times.”

Your lover downcasts his eyes. He knows you are not criticizing him, but softly scolding, yet it makes his stomach flip. He made you worry about him. That’s probably worse than you being wholeheartedly mad at him.

The mattress dips under your weight as you sit down, reaching for his face. The man leans into the touch instantly, closing his blood-shot eyes. Your palm is so warm… How can a simple caress bring a sense of tranquility? It will never be clear to him.

“I apologize, my love,” you softly murmur, shifting closer to him, ”I know you are not yet comfortable to sleep somewhere that is not the archive, but I couldn’t let you lie on a barely covered floor. So I made Mister Yang and Sunday carry you to my room.”

“Mhm…” he slightly nods, head still heavy, and accepts your fingers sliding between his, resting in his lap. He hears you sigh. It means there will be a lecture.

“Seriously though, when will you start taking better care of yourself? And I’m not speaking about your questionable choice of bed,” your words hold no malice and the tone is more puzzled than exasperated. “You are not a machine, you know. You do not have to rush. No one expects you to finish a week-worth of research task in a da-” you cut yourself when his forehead rests onto your shoulder. He tightens his hold on your hand.

“‘m sorry. I’ll do better. Promise.”

Your gaze softens. It is a rare sight - seeing Dan Heng like this. Raw emotion and lack of restraint is not what your boyfriend usually is. Moreso, he really looks like he needs a break - desperately.

So you decide to drop the conversation until he feels much better.

“I believe you,” a lingering press of your lips to the top of his head along with your other hand enveloping the lock of his and yours, and you can swear there are pleased dragon noises vibrating in his chest. Sometimes you almost forget he can do that. “I also brought you tea, if you’d like to. And a jug of water. Do you want anything?”

Tea, not coffee. Is he capable of loving you more?

“Can you…stay?”

Just stay with him… That would be enough.

“Stay? Of course, I wasn't planning on leaving. But are you sure you don’t want to drink something?” 

“No,” he shakes his head against your shoulder, his own dropping, “feel sleepy.”

“Must be the pill finally working at its fullest. I'll sit with you, alright?”

It doesn’t take much time to get him to lie back down and adjust the blanket. Once you settle next to him to be able to monitor his condition, with your back leaned against a pillow and the headboard underneath, Dan Heng moves impossibly close to you. His hand ends up wrapped around your thigh and his face - pressed to it. You are so warm and soft. 

He wants to be warm and soft too.

And as your fingers thread through the short black strands, gentle strokes bring him to sleep, letting the anxious mind rest, and the iron-heavy body float.

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Watch me read through all those Anaxa requests in my inbox for the event, falling to my knees and punching the floor, because I haven't even touched the new story quest

I am 50/50 about the man (at this exact moment, it can change). Like on one hand he is worse than Alhaitham (i love him) when it comes to being an all-knowing sarcastic wimp (BUT THAT'S INTERESTING IN THE SENSE OF EXPLORING CHARACTER AND WRITING ABOUT HIM). On the other hand... Good lord, just because of his mask alone I can fold

Yeah if you haven't noticed of whom my current event is heavily inspired by - a masked guy (who is also a genius in his sphere)

Design-wise? Totally my type🤤

Character-wise? We'll see. But either way it's going to be an experience to write for him!

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Balalaika ifa 👉👈

That was so much fun to write! And I can't wait for my man to be playable (am I back into my simping era???)

Chill, dude

pairing: Ifa x reader

prompt: cuteness aggression

word count: 1.1+ words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

“Oh dear! Oh dear!”

“How can you be so adorable!?” You cry out, bouncing the small body of the peach-feathered Qucusaurus between your palms, rubbing your nose against his beak. It takes all of your will-power to be gentle, to the point you are vibrating, and buzzing, and an ugly squeal is stuck in the back of your throat. “You are the softest, you are the prettiest, you are the babiest, you are the cutest, I literally want to eat you!”

Cacucu chirps, happily bobbing to match your energetic tossing of his form within your hands’ grasp. The ball-shaped saurian flaps his wings, quite enjoying all the attention you are giving him at the moment - he loves it when you visit him and his human companion, and always basks in your peculiar kind of affection. It feels like attacking, and had it been anyone else, Cacucu would’ve already angrily pecked them whenever he could’ve reached. You, however, do all that squeezing, face-pressing into him, pretending to want to mouth at him and many more weirdly kind things with such care and a ton of compliments, that the saurian can’t help but preen.

“Wow, bro! You a real one, bro! I like you, bro!”

“Aaawwwwmhmheheenamwahmwahmwah!”

The sounds of smooching join the bird twittering, making the lounge room in the veterinarian’s house even more vibrant than before. The Qucusaurus just accepts his fate to be smothered, even if not really kissed, falling backwards against your palms and tucking his legs close to his body. 

“I could honestly eat you! Why snack-shaped if not edible?? Oh! Oh! Or I could put you in my pocket and bring you everywhere with m-”

“Chill, dude.”

You abruptly shut up, staring down at the quite content feathered baby in your hands. The saurian only blinks up at you and then turns his head towards the room’s entrance. You follow his example.

There, leaning on the doorframe, with arms crossed and the signature hat pushed off to rest on his back, stands Ifa. A knowing smile appears on his chapped lips, when he takes in the scene before him, looking from you to Cacucu and back.

Meanwhile you are staring at him incredulously, eyes slightly widened and mouth ajar. What did he just say?

“...did you just call me dude?”

“No way, bro!” The saurian seems to be on your side, jumping up on his feet and taking off in the air above your palms. This little show of support makes you feel justified, and now you are crossing your own arms, huffing in displeasure.

“Ifa, really? Me? Your partner? The love of your life?”

The white-haired male raises his brow, the corner of his mouth lifts too. His laid-off attitude is accentuated even more with the way he tilts his head and crosses one leg, still supporting the wall with his shoulder. Moreso there is a challenging look now in his eyes, boring into you with charming curiosity. Damn your lover for looking so effortlessly sexy!

But wait. You can totally make it his problem and also get your revenge.

Sure, pouring all your hardly-concealed love and adoration on Cacucu was nice and all, but there are still limits set by his small and fragile body. With a tall, toned man, however, you can stop holding back and even tackle him to the ground if you wanted to!

Oh-ho-ho, now you have a real case of cuteness aggression.

You quickly exchange looks with your soon-to-become partner-in-crime and need but a second to see that he is in complete agreement with you.

“Cacucu, get him.”

“Woah, woah, wait-”

Ifa bolts into the room obliquely when you jump towards him with the Qucusaurus swooping down from air. Grabbing the doorframe, you turn sharply, quickly locating your boyfriend, who’s just hopped over the backrest of the sofa and is now staring at you from behind the impromptu barricade.

“When I catch you, Ifa,” you threaten him, and your fingers twitch. You must squeeze this man.

“Okay, alright, babe, I was wrong,” the man puts one hand in front of him in a conciliatory gesture and uses the other to put the hat back on his head, simultaneously dodging his saurian companion’s aerial attacks.

“Too late, bro,” you grin rapaciously, slowly inching towards the two, and, once the vet is distracted, throw yourself at him full force, making you both fall onto the sofa, with him underneath you.

“Too late, bro, too late, bro!” Cacucu cheerfully repeats, flapping his wings above you.

The man squeezes his eyes shut from the impact his back makes with the cushions, and his arm instinctively flies to wrap around your waist. That’s his first mistake, because his embrace provokes the surge of affection on your part, and you wiggle your arms under his back. The air is knocked out of the man, when your hold tightens.

His second mistake is being hot once disheveled, with the hat falling over his forehead and the shirt opening wider due to two buttons undone, and you don’t deny yourself desire to latch onto his skin.

Ifa groans when he feels your teeth ghosting over his collarbones, lifting his free hand to adjust his hat and finally popping one eye open. His cheeks puff with air from held back laughter, when he sees how you rub your nose between his pecs with funny noises, mumbling something about wanting to bite him. He gasps when you indeed lightly bite him.

“Babe, chill, it’s still early in the afternoon.”

“It’s never too early to bother your boyfriend,” you snicker into his chest, scratching the small of his back with your nails, close to the sides. The man jolts and throws his head back with a sharp intake of breath.

“Archons, you are a menace.”

You hum happily and decide to have mercy, wiggling both arms from under his body. In a few seconds you are already straddling his thighs, reaching for his hat and taking it off. Cacucu, about whom you almost forgot, swoops down, latching his claws onto the brim, and zooms out of the room.

“Welp, good luck to me getting it back, I guess,” Ifa laughs, settling his palms on your hips, drawing circles with his thumbs. His gaze is warm when he looks up at you, and an eye-crinkling smile graces his handsome features.

“You’ll manage,” rolling your eyes, you cup his cheeks and bring your face closer, bumping your nose against his. “Besides… I like it when you are hatless. It means I can do… this!”

Somehow your fingers are in his hair already and you start messing with light mint locks, peppering his face with kisses.

And Ifa?

Ifa turns into a puddle underneath you.

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The Music of the Night event masterlist

Event post

Balalaika - Ifa

Biwa - Childe

Erhu - Blade

Ocarina - Jiaoqiu

Euphonium - Dan Heng

Xylophone - Alhaitham

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hello! i came from the music of the night event and would like to request childe + biwa (exes), if possible.

thank you :)

Hi-hi! I haven't written something angsty in a while, so this one's not very long. Hopefully, it's still good,,,

Is goodbye really an adieu?

pairing: Childe x reader

prompt: exes

word count: 675 words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

Tartaglia is one of the Tsaritsa’s Harbingers, respected and feared, known to be a fine warrior.

Childe is a reckless fella, who wears a smile that rarely reaches his sparkless stormy blue eyes, and is good at getting his way no matter the means.

Ajax hates being vulnerable.

And yet, he is clinging to you in utter desperation, fingers digging into your waist through the heavy sheepskin coat, his whole body pinning yours against the pine tree. The kisses he steals from you are open-mouthed and suffocate him. He gasps and pants heavy clouds of steam into this frosty morning, but still dives back, beckoned by your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and lets you mold your lips with his. It feels like torture when he thinks of coming back, of loading the wood onto his shoulders, letting you take the axe and leaving this grove. When you choke out his name, burying your face into his scarf and fingers - into the ginger hair, something in the man breaks, but he can only hold you, biting his lip to blood not to let your own name spill from it.

He’s done this to himself. He’s the one to blame for the heartache he gets every damn time he visits his family in his hometown. He’s the one who broke up with you after years of being in a relationship.

Truly, you could say you separated on amicable terms. He couldn’t keep giving you false hope and he found the strength to tell you that. He never excused it as him just being young and dumb. He spoke to you with raw honesty. 

He was too busy. He was always too far away. He was getting more and more emotionally constipated. But most importantly, climbing the ranks and making more and more enemies, he couldn’t let anyone put a target on you. The thought of you losing your life scared Ajax more than the idea of him losing you.

And you? Lips pursed and quivering, tears trembling on your lashes and hands fisted - you were the image of the heart breaking. And yet you understood. You understood, you smiled through your tears and only wished him to be safe. Even with your chest being torn open by his proposition, you still worried for his well-being.

You both are truly the same.

That’s why he loved you.

He still does.

When he’s in the capital or in a far away nation on a mission, the ache gets better. Sometimes he can live a day without a single thought about you. When he visits Morepesok though?

He somehow always finds his way back to you.

And despite everything, for some reason, you still welcome him.

He is well aware that his own lack of restraint is what doesn’t help the situation. But his family unintentionally makes the yearning so much worse.

To them you'll always be the best. The prettiest, the wittiest, the most hardworking and the most loving and loved one. You are already a part of the family in their minds - you are that dear and is always happily awaited for a visit. His mom still keeps the photos where you are together and asks him occasionally if someday you’ll reunite. His father can only give him a knowing look, and Ajax can almost feel the weight of it physically. And his siblings still hang out with you quite often, and it's not like he will ever forbid them. They adore you, which is mutual, and he just loves them too much. Even if their stories about you sometimes make his very being bleed, he still keeps every letter.

To return to where he once left. To the pain. To the pieces of two broken hearts. To the pools of such familiar eyes. To the warm embrace that feels like home. To you.

You haunt him. He knows you are not even trying.

Maybe he is just weak. Maybe that’s the reason he said a ‘goodbye’. Maybe he was always hoping to ‘see you again later’.

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hello! i adore you're writings! may i request alhaitham + xylophone from your event? thank you!

thank you for your kind words, dear anon <3

It's a secret... but from just one person

pairing: Alhaitham x fem!reader

prompt: secret relationship

word count: 1.2k+ words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

“No, can you believe it!? She told me– ME, her best friend, that whoever she is dating is none of my concern!”

“It seems peculiar to me that you, a possessor of such a bright mind, as rumors have it, can’t wrap your head around the fact that she indeed doesn’t owe you any explanation.” “You–!”

Alhaitham, without taking his crystal-shaped irises from the book in hand, tilts to the left, when an eraser flies in his direction. It hits the backseat of the sofa and falls onto the cushions near him, jumping two times before stilling. The architect, sitting cross-legged on a daybed near a huge stained glass window, fists an outstretched hand, cursing under his breath for missing.

“Of course you, with an emotional capacity of a fork, wouldn't understand me! How can I not be concerned? What if she doesn’t say anything because she feels threatened??”

“By your pushing? Oh, undoubtedly.”

“Or what if she worries that her ‘boyfriend’,” he shows quotation marks with his fingers, a scowl tugging on his mouth, “will get jealous because she has a guy for her best friend?” Alhaitham glances up from his book, giving Kaveh such a skeptical look, it makes the blonde want to throw a pencil at the Scribe too.

He actually contemplates on the thought for a little while, but decides that, on second thought, it would’ve been a waste: while he had two more erasers nearby, he took just one pencil with him. So he chooses to bury his nose back into the blueprints on the board he propped in front of him.

“Why am I even telling you all of this…”

“What a coincidence,” the ashen-haired man returns to his book and turns the page, “I’ve been asking myself the very same question.”

After that the silence settles in the room - busy with their respective tasks, two men no longer converse. The only sounds heard are the rustling of the pages and big sheets of paper, with a pencil scribbling and the architect occasionally groaning when something doesn’t appear to be according to his vision.

Kaveh truly can’t help it - you are very dear to him, the biggest support he’s ever had in his life, and a person he’s grown to care about like as if you were his little sister. Obviously he’s going to be concerned when you tell him nothing about a man you’ve chosen as your lover. There is absolutely no reason for you to withhold a piece of such important information from him, unless there is something awful going on, right?

He wants to know so badly, yet he can’t have you distancing yourself from him; as much as he doesn't want to admit it, his sarcastic neighbour has a point - should he put more pressure on you, it can result in a saddening ending.

So, as it seems, for now he can only guess and grumble, until you are ready to tell him.

About an hour later Alhaitham closes the book and puts it on the armrest. Kaveh ignores him when he stands up and leaves the lounge room, glancing up only when the man reappears in different clothes, with hair combed (though the Khashrevar graduate hardly sees the difference with how randomly cut his locks look) and a touch of perfume. Kaveh gives him a suspicious look.

“Is there an event I am not aware of?”

“You could say that. But it's the one where you are not invited to.”

“Okay…” the blonde says slowly, lowering the board with his blueprints. “Since when do you willingly attend events? Moreso dress up for them?”

“None of your concern, dear senior,” Alhaitham smirks, and something in the quirk of the lips and the haughty tone irks Kaveh more than ever before. It's as if the Scribe conveyed some veiled message, some important information addressed to the architect specifically.

But before he can ask anything, the other man is out of the front door.

Oh, you can definitely believe it. You’ve been witness to your boyfriend’s and best friend’s verbal skirmish way too many times, you can almost predict what taunt one of them is going to respond with next. So, when Alhaitham gives you a recap of their afternoon’s conversation, you are not surprised, not in the slightest.

“You two are so childish,” you roll your eyes, putting a vase with a bouquet of fresh, blooming viparyas onto the dining table. A soft smile graces your lips as you cup one of the flowers delicately, cradling its beautiful blossom.

“Should I remind you that it was your idea to keep our relationship a secret from Kaveh?” Your lover joins your side and nestles your back into his chest, both of his big palms resting on your waist. Your smile grows wider and gaze turns borderline dreamy, as you lean into him more, grazing the knuckles of his left hand with your fingertips.

“I was worried he’d be even more disgruntled at you,” you sigh, dropping your arm to your side. “He tends to be overprotective of me. I know, I know, you two can be civil and even amicable with each other, but Kaveh is emotional.”

“Just say ‘hysterical’, habibti, no need to hide behind the words,” the man behind you says monotonously, and you half-heartedly slap the back of his hand. The smirk he hides in your hair as he leans to kiss your temple tells you he is half-serious himself.

“Maybe you are right though,” you hum, welcoming his arms to wrap around your middle and putting your own atop of his. He starts slowly swaying from side to side. “It wasn’t my brightest idea. He’s stressing you, he’s stressing himself and soon he’ll most likely start stressing me, if I don’t reveal to him the mysterious character of my dear boyfriend. I am actually quite surprised he hasn’t figured it out yet or that someone from our friend’s circle said nothing to him.”

“I suspect they all found it hilarious,” Alhaitham offers an explanation, turning around with you still being in his hold, to check on the oven. “Or challenging. It’s keeping a secret from just one person after all and seeing for how long it can go on.”

“Mhm, I think you are right,” you chuckle, gleefully patting his forearms, tapping the rhythm known only to you. “But the joke has lasted long enough, let’s tell Kaveh. We can invite him to dinner where I can officially introduce you as my boyfriend!”

“He’s going to lose his marbles. And what happened to ‘I don't want him to be pissy at you’?”

“That’s not how I phrased that,” the man gives you a ‘sorry not sorry’ kind of look, and you can’t help but think that for all his restraint and wisdom, your beloved can really be impossibly childish. “Besides, I know you can handle that, look at all that muscle,” and you squeeze his thick upper arm. You earn yourself a blank expression as a response.

“If Kaveh arranges the ‘how well you know your lover’ quiz for me, and there is a question ‘why, in your opinion, your partner fell in love with you in the first place?’, I am telling him you are enamored with my arms.”

“Well, you’ll answer one question correctly at least,” snickering, your turn in his embrace to throw your arms around his neck and smooch him on the cheek. He shakes his head with an exasperated sigh, but nevertheless leans down, to ghost his lips across your forehead.

“I’ll answer all of them correctly.”

“Hehe, I’ll hold you to that, habibi.”

[pearlywritings]

Jiaoqiu with Ocarina (maybe with 2-3 kids)

guess who got carried away with the length on the very first fic...

Hide-and-Seek

pairing: Jiaoqiu x fem!foxian!reader

prompt: spending time with kids

word count: 1.5k+ words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

The house is quiet. Suspiciously quiet, if Jiaoqiu is being honest with himself. His big ears move, hearing strained to catch the tiniest rustle, a whisper of breath and maybe even a wildly beating heart, full of excitement.

The foxian cautiously moves from his spot in the kitchen, from where the little game has started, palm pressed to the counter until he reaches the doorframe. Gripping the wood with his clawed hand, the man turns his head from side to side, trying to detect any movement in the living room. His ear twitches and he inhales through the nose, sniffing the air. Hm, it seems like no one’s here.

Slowly crossing the room, a hand always gliding either the backrest of the furniture or finding the surface of the wall, Jiaoqiu walks out into the hallway, stopping close to the door frame again. His fingertips slide lower, catching the little horizontal scratches, and the pink-furred foxian smiles.

’Ah, they grow so quickly.’

He still remembers two tiny bundles, only minutes old and wailing, being passed into his arms, and one more was pressed close to your chest. Nowadays three  little vixens start to display wonders of disguise, testing their skills and encouraging their dad to improve his own reactions and instinctual senses.

And is there a better game for that than hide-and-seek?

His next destination is the first-floor bathroom. Soft mat muffles his steps, as he walks in and takes a second to remember his surroundings. To the left should be the toilet, which means the vanity is to the right and the bath must be ahead of him- hm?

Instead of the bath tube’s edge, his fingers touch a curtain. Who closes the curtain if there is no one taking a bath?

The rings rattle against the metal bar when the man yanks back the fabric. He hears a hitch in breath, and slowly, almost menacingly, bends over the edge, face turned right to the insides of the bath. He must look either very funny right now or quite terrifying, he thinks. 

A second passes, then five, then ten. With his eyes shut close, Jiaoqiu still seems to look right into the opponent’s soul, surely making them nervous. 

“Well, well, it looks like I found yooouuu,” he finally sing-songs, and lowers his face further, sniffing the air again. His tail swishes in content. “Come on, little bay leaf, let's get you out of here.”

The bearer of the nickname - the youngest of the triplets, - lets out the breath she was holding and huffs in annoyance, uncurling from around her tail. Sitting up, she lifts her arms, making sure to touch her dad’s shoulders.

“This was too fast! Please say you didn't find me first!”

“Don't want to disappoint you, dear, but…” an amused grin tugs on his lips as she groans. He straightens up, lifting the girl in his arms, and she immediately wraps her limbs around his body. “Next time you decide to hide in the bathroom, don't replace things, namely the curtain.”

“I thought the additional cover wouldn't hurt…” she mutters, and he chuckles, kissing the top of her head.

They leave the bathroom together. His daughter clings to him and he needs only one hand to support her body against his. The other tightly grips the railing as he ascends the stairs to the second floor.

Next room he visits is so intimately familiar to him that he could put it on the same pedestal as the kitchen. Your shared bedroom. And sure enough he hears rustling from the bed when he walks in, and a moment later your voice graces his ears with its usual lovely lilt.

“Hi, beloved. Nice to see you too, baby.”

“Mom!” The young foxian in his arms twists around.

“She is waving at me,” you comment for your husband, and he nods, rearranging his hold on the girl.

“Thank you, darling. Do you mind if I leave her with you while I am searching for the other two?”

“Not at all! Give me my baby! I am making grabby motions with my hands by the way.”

Snorting, he makes exactly four steps to the foot of the bed and, gently grabbing his daughter’s sides, detaches her from his body and settles on the mattress. Giggling, she must be quickly crawling to you, because soon enough he hears smooching sounds and an exaggerated ‘mom, stoooooop’.

But as he is about to turn around and continue his search, something strange draws his attention back to the bed. He is supposed to sense the vitals of two (not counting him) people in the room. Then why is there definitely the third… His sharp senses can't be fooling him, right?

Hm, he'll let it slide for now. He was planning to join you once finished either way.

Jiaoqiu can hardly mask a smirk, when, stepping out into the hallway, his suspicions are proved by a quiet cheer of his other daughter and your rushed hush. Teamwork, huh? Tsk, tsk, how unfair.

Searching the second bathroom and the kids’ rooms appeared to be futile. His son is nowhere to be found, which isn't surprising - he's always been a bit more creative than his sisters. The healer still remembers the spiced chicken the boy tried to make - the connoisseur himself nearly teared up from the scorching mix- wait, spice?

To the best of his ability, Jiaoqiu hurries downstairs, through the living room and into the kitchen. His hand effortlessly finds the handle of the door to the storage room and yanks it open. Immediately the combined smell of all kinds of seasoning and dried herbs hits his nose and throws him off a little. If the boy has truly hidden inside, then that's some clever thinking. And quite reckless too.

Sniffing is pointless in a space like that, so the foxian can only strain his ears and fumble with his outstretched arms. The room is not that big, so typically it shouldn’t take too much time wandering around. But the man makes one circle, then one more, and on the fourth examination round with all the shelves patted upon and beneath, there seems to be no sign of his child.

And then he hears that. A tiny muffled sneeze somewhere above him. Above?

Jiaoqiu lifts his head, turning it from side to side. Everything from the top shelves was moved to the lower ones, so he could reach for anything he needed with a raised hand without utilising the ladder- Wait.

It takes half a minute to locate the set of bars, leaned against the wall. Sliding his palm up, the man almost has to stand on his tip toes, but it’s definitely worth it, as he soon touches the fur of a fluffy tail, successfully finding the cunning little fella who climbed all the way to the top shelf.

“Got you,” he muses, taking a step back. The next moment, however, the tone of his voice shifts to concern. “Are you alright, son? You are not feeling lightheaded, are you?”

Realizing that he’s really been caught and correctly indentified, the boy quickly climbs down the stairs and grabs his father’s hand, leading him out of the spice-filled room.

“I have a mask on!” He proudly declares, when Jiaoqiu closes the door. A light caress of the child’s cheek indeed confirms the boy’s words - he is wearing one of his father’s medical masks. When did he sneak it from his stocks, the healer wonders, hooking his finger under the rubber band, taking the surely soaked with breath a spice particles material off. “And I also had a wet cloth with me to wipe my face and nose from time to time.”

“It’s good to know that you are prudent,” Jiaoqiu sighs, rubbing his forehead. “And I admit, your hiding space is…creative, although it almost gave me some gray hairs. Promise me not to stay long in this room, alright? We wouldn’t want to cause you some respiratory complications.”

“I just wanted to mask my scent-” the boy falls silent when he sees his dad’s furrowed eyebrows. “Okay, I understood, dad, and I promise.”

“Good, and I believe you’ll keep it, little one. Now,” he claps his hand together, the frown gone as fast as it appeared, “go wash your face and hands, and better change clothes too. And while you're at it, I’ll go and get your sister from under her mother’s tail.”

“Wait, I am not the last one you found!?” His son gasps in disbelief and Jiaoqiu can only imagine the gobsmacked expression he is wearing. Oh, it must be priceless.

“Yes and no,” he smiles slyly, taking his small hand and tagging him to the exit of the kitchen. “Come on, the sooner you clean up, the sooner we all can cuddle.”

As the two go separate ways in the hallway - the boy heading to the bathroom and the man upstairs once again, - the foxian can’t help but hum a simple melody, thinking how lucky he is to have such a perky family.

[pearlywritings]

To the anon with Blade request who asked if this new event is another reference to the Phantom of the Opera, YES IT IS.

I'VE BEEN FIXATED ON IT FOR LONGER THAN I CAN REMEMBER

[pearlywritings]

The Music of the Night

To get back on track with writing, I decided to make a somewhat writing event to produce short stories based on prompts as often as possible. Thus I invite you to participate in this little 'concert' of mine.

Event Masterlist

Some notes and Rules:

character x fem!reader (but can try to write without specifying gender).

1 character per ask. If one prompt is requested many times, I may combine the characters into one post.

1 character - 1 prompt.

~500 words per request (might be longer if I get carried away).

there can be fluff, angst, smut or even crack - and almost always it's going to be a gamble.

request any adult male character from HSR or Genshin. Which includes all playable, future playable, ones who LOOK like playable (*cough* Fatui Harbingers *cough*), I can even try some NPCs! First ones who come to mind: Crepus, Biram, Svarog, etc.

please, do not request Diluc. I am a bit tired of him.

and one more thing I want to note - this event's main purpose is to help me regain the will to write and test the capabiliities of my imagination, thus I am free to write the prompt according to the vision I have and to decline some of the asks for any reason.

Request:

for the sake of keeping it vague, I am asking you to simply send me the following combo: 'character's name' + 'musical instrument' + 'details if the prompt suggests it in the parentheses'

Prompts:

Since I couldn't settle on just one, this list is a mix of phrases, concepts and tropes

Accordion - work colleagues (platonic/romantic/up to me)

Bagpipes - overhearing how one partner talks about the other

Balalaika - cuteness aggression

Banjo - travel

Bassoon - not good enough

Bell - habit(s)

Biwa - exes

Castanets - opposites attract

Cello - challenge (fluff/smut/angst)

Clarinet - first time

Clavichord - dying in the arms of a lover

Domra - writing letters/texting

Double bass - one of you had a nightmare

Drums - “This was a mistake”

Erhu - “I will wait for you”

Euphonium - “I hate to say it, but I told you so”

Flute - morning after 😏 - was requested many times, so for now I won't be accepting this one (everyone who sent it before 17th of April, you are good)

Gaohu - too late to/for...

Guitar - random smut scenario

Guqin - broken in some way

Guzheng - arranged marriage

Harmonica - term of endearment

Harp - a gaze into the future/getting old together

Harpsichord - soulmates (you may suggest what king of: red thread of fate, tattoo of the first phrase a soulmate will tell you, a timer that counts the time before you two meet, colorblind until meeting the soulmate, etc)

Lute - tending to partner’s injuries

Lyre - showering/bathing together (fluff/smut)

Oboe - one of you gets jealous

Ocarina - spending time with your kid(s)

Piano - evening together

Pipe organ - random scenario (up to the writer (me))

Ratchet - the fight (can be the aftermath of it/making up)

Saxophone - kink (just write a kink)

Trombone - masquerade/ball

Trumpet - in denial/oblivious

Ukulele - cooking

Violin - date

Whistle - having/getting a pet

Wind Chimes - morning together

Xylophone - secret relationship

Zither - “It will never be the same again”

You alone can make my soul take flight

Help me make the Music of the Night

[pearlywritings]

TYFORFEEDING USS AHEHDJDHDF this is perfect bc i just got a jing yuan keychain thingy for free today THIS IS A SIGN🙏🙏ily bye

FREE JING YUAN MERCH LET'S GOOOOO

And I am always happy to feed you thanksssss🥰

ily too! 💕

[pearlywritings]

YESSS YOUR JY NSFW ALPHABET IS OUT

omg the passage ab calling him "general" during sex 🙏🙏 some serious roleplay potential there . Esp if his wife is into power dynamics

imagine they're rping that his wife is a prisoner in the shacking prison, and he's the general come to issue their punishment eheheheheh

Not gonna lie, I don't think he'd be into such a roleplay. He put way too many dear people to the Shackling prison to view it as a field for a sexual fantasy 😔

But the General chasing a criminal? Sure, why not. It can be quite stimulating.

[pearlywritings]

Miss pearly... His name is LUOcha 😭😭😭

... I've been touching grass for way too long

My bad, lemme just go and edit everything 😩

BUT NO MATTER

SEND ME BRAINROT ABOUT THE PRETTY MAN

Sidenote: literally editing all my fics with him cause no one in TWO years corrected me 😭

[pearlywritings]

I ADORED YOUR JY NSFW ALPHABET!! 🙁🙁 I COULD ONLY HOPE TO SEE THE SAME THING BEING DONE WITH LUOCHA...us fans are starving 🫡

Thank youuuu🤭🤧💜

No waaaay, there is no Loucha nsfw alphabet? 🤯🤯🤯 Like, AT ALL? It's been two whole years of his existence 😧

Okay, okay, if people send me enough brainrot for the man (I need to be reminded of his character), we can pray together that eventually I will do one for him

little update: just checked the 'loucha x reader' tag and the last post was in December????? Like WHAT. Poor Loucha Luocha fans 😭

Update 2: damn I need to look up names before writing 😔✊

[pearlywritings]

Jing Yuan nsfw alphabet

tw: female reader, established relationship (marriage), unprotected sex, shibari, mentions of semi-public sex

word count: 4.7k+ words

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I know that Jing Yuan seems like a man who’d immediately gather you in his arms and go straight to sleep - he was named the ‘Dozing General’ for a reason after all. This is only half true. Yes, he’d pull you close and lie there for a little bit to even out your breaths and softly talk you through your high. Gently running his knuckles up and down your back or shoulder, he’d gaze at you with half-lidded eyes and ask if you’d like something extra to your aftercare routine. And man does stick to the routine (except for the times he is beyond exhausted): right away or after some cuddling he’d get out of the bed, rolling his shoulders and letting his spines pop a couple of times - at this point in your married life you think he does it on purpose to shake you out of your bliss and focus on reality (his body). Then, after you drink some water, if there is little mess he’d let you stay sprawled on the mattress as he goes to fetch a damp cloth to clean you both. If there is more to take care of, he’d happily bring you to shower, all the while changing the sheets and then joining you. Taking a bath is not an option - there has been more than one occasion when he fell asleep right there and you had a very hard time waking him up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The General is in love with the soft parts of your body - anything he can squeeze elicits a soft purr out of him. If he could, he’d spend hours with his cheek resting on your tummy while you run your fingers through the untied white locks. He loves the small spoon position, because it gives him the opportunity to bury his face into your chest, rubbing his nose against the valley between your breasts, not to mention gently mouthing at your mounds. And your thighs? If you suffocated him, the general would gladly surrender.

Jing Yuan can be objective when it comes to his own body - he is an old, wise and observant man, he knows he’s got good looks and a well-built body. But if he had to choose, he’d probably name the part you pay more attention to as you like it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Generally doesn’t like to leave too much mess - the less to clean the faster you two will tangle in the fresh bedding to cuddle after sex. 

However, he is a healthy and busy man, which means he sometimes goes without proper release for a long time - thus he cums a lot. He is thankful when you let him cum inside - having been married for what feels like eternity, you’ve long since dropped the condoms, so watching his semen escape your hole in thick globes is a pleasantly normal occurrence. He lets out a breathy chuckle if you swallow his load. And he truly doesn’t mind if while riding him you get off at the last second and he releases on his stomach. He might give you a stinky eye though if you decide to smear it.

When it comes to you though  - soak his face as he eats you out, he’ll drink up every last drop. Make his pelvis wet - he’d love to hear the squelching sound as he thrusts in and out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, when Jing Yuan is bored out of his mind during someone’s meaningless speech at the strategic meeting, he tunes out the words that leave the speaker’s mouth and lets his thoughts wander. And the fantasies get wild. He loves the fantasy of you storming into the meeting room, marching right to where he sits - at the head of the table, - take his hand and proclaim to everyone in the room that you take the General back home because you are horny. Oh, yes the shocked looks on their faces would’ve been absolutely priceless. Or imagine the stacks of paperwork back in his office, piled on the table, and how you ruin them with his cum escaping from your gaping pussy. And also simply indulging in memories of your most recent intimate moments - for example, the last one started with you giving him a back massage which quickly turned into a full body one…

He doesn’t let you in on his little secret mainly because you are going to scold him for slacking off on his duty. Sometimes a clueless wife - a happy wife, and if his wife is happy - the man is happy too (and is not neglected your affection and attention).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Prior to courting you he had some experience and he thinks of it as a useful tool - after all he knew how to make you feel good. But walking further down the road hand in hand, he got to experience so much more and gain more valuable knowledge - his own and yours preferences, ‘yes’s and ‘no’s and limits. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where you are on top - face-sitting ones, cowgirl, merger, etc. Sure, it can be assumed that it’s because he is lazy, but that is not true. Actually, when he is the one above you, it’s hard to take time and properly appreciate the view of you - he has to focus on other things in the process of pleasing you. But once he is looking up at you from beneath - it gives him all the most beautiful angles. How your pussy swallows the girth of his cock, clit swollen and needy, how your thighs and stomach muscles flex (if you are the one doing all the lifting), how your pretty breasts bounce in the rhythm of the thrusts and how your face wears the most heart-clenching expressions - lip caught between your teeth and eyes looking down at him in an almost lovesick manner.

Jing Yuan also loves any lying sideways position that allows cuddling with either cockwarming or leisurely and sensual rocking - for slower moments.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He often lets out throaty chuckles, but it doesn’t mean he jokes around. Between goofy and serious he is more leisurely focused. He is not a lover who is particular about the things he does, but he is attentive to what you want and need in the moment and accommodates with a dose of his signature teasing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a thick happy trail that he maintains clean and regularly trimmed. He finds it funny and you - adorable, when you look about to salivate at the image of him walking with only pants on and waistband lowered from its needed position. He’d shown his concern in the past when you tried to ride his pelvis for the first time, worrying that your delicate petals would be itchy. But the concern was quickly thrown out of the window and never picked up again after you keened and moaned and praised how soft his happy trail was and what amazing sensation it added to the general stimulation.

You are truly a wonder to him and he’d gladly grind his pelvis into yours to see that rolled-eyed expression on your lovely face.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As his significant other you are bound to never feel unloved, not even for a second. No matter how busy he is when you locate him, Jing Yuan will always make time and find a way to show you how deeply his devotion to you runs.

Same attitude absolutely transfers to the bedroom. Just one soft gaze of those eyes of molten gold, and you yourself melt into a puddle. Before meeting your now husband, even in your wildest dreams you couldn’t imagine that one single look can speak so much, and, oh Lan, you've listened to the whole poems dedicated to you - while making love Jing Yuan’s gaze rarely strays from you.

His bland voice embraces your very being along his strong arms that wrap around your body in a passionate moment of unity. He’ll whisper all the right words into your lips, masterfully mixing praise and teasing remarks while his wide, calloused palms reverently stroke your skin. And though sometimes he can be rough - in places where he left a mark, he’ll press twice as many kisses and rub some healing ointment to reduce the ache.

And when he’s spent and spread on the mattress afterwards - his hand will always find yours and his mouth will shape into loving words once more, before he departs to the dreamland.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Is not a fan of it. He’s so used to the constant in his life, that is you, that he’d rather be patient until he can have proper sex than beat his own meat. But there are two things which, as a tease, he adores. One is mutual masturbation - there is a thrill in touching himself as you are doing the same to yourself - it’s an interesting game of who’ll yield first and beg or pounce on their partner. Two is you being the one jacking him off. Sitting prettily on your knees between his legs or in his lap with a hand wrapped around the base of his cock… This sly man always makes it so you are the one to whine for him despite him being the one tortured.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. He likes it done both to himself and to you, but probably more to himself. The moment your fingers bury in the luscious locks and fist close to the roots, he is ready to move his head in almost any direction you desire. Want him to throw it back so you could litter his neck with love bites? Sure, beautiful, but not without some teasing remarks: “want to mark me so badly, huh? Go ahead then, my lioness”. Push his face into your pussy? Mhm, make him gasp for breath, love, and don’t forget to flex your thighs around his head. Tag him away from your chest because it’s too much for your poor nipples already? Too bad, pretty lady, this one he is ready to fight for. But if you tag him to kiss on the mouth, he’ll twist his own hand in your hair to smash your lips harder.

On a non-sexual note, Jing Yuan loves when you play with his hair, and especially keens on when you take care of this thick mane - be it washing, brushing or braiding, he’ll gladly take anything.

Formal wear. It’s not in its usual sense. Let me explain. He enjoys the difference “one partner wears formal attire, the other - home clothes”. And for him it works both ways. He comes home after the excruciatingly long day, immediately locates you and, without shedding his work uniform (except for boots of course), he clings to your comfy, probably barely dressed form and sometimes initiates love-making. Oh how annoying it was the first couple dozen times figuring out how his uniform should be undone (semi-clothed sex!).

And, Aeons, how can it not be considered hot, when you walk to him with either your work clothes still on or just a formal traditional Xianzhou dress you had to put on for some event. And he is sitting there in just his silk pants and open silk shirt. His lap is all yours, let him just tag the waistband down a little and help you hike your skirt.

Bondage/Shibari. Jing Yuan sometimes indulges in arts and loves taking his time with things. What can better combine the two in the bedroom than Shibari? He is always slow and careful, movements calculated and created patterns precise. He starts with a soft kiss to your lips and thanks you for entrusting your body into his care as his fingers wrap a rope around your chest. He tests the knots ever so often to make sure you are not uncomfortable. He doesn’t forget to remind you how ethereal you are and what lucky man he is to have such a lovely wife. He rarely fucks you while at it, but rather enjoys the view, taunting you by running just the fingertips over your flushed skin and hooking his fingers under the binds. Your scorching gaze and laboured breaths are his reward.

He especially loves when you research new patterns together and would love to teach you how to do it on him, if you don’t possess such a skill yet.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed will always be his number one place to make love to you (and have rough fucking too). Aside from that, any location in your residence works for him perfectly. His favorite ones include: bathroom (usually in the shower, or on the sink’s counter), his beloved garden (oh how he loves watching your red hot cheeks and bitten lips, as you try to keep your sounds in check while bouncing on his lap on one of the stone benches), and living room (it has the softest carpets and a big sofa with a couple of love seats, but this exact location requires extra preparations: banning Mimi from getting inside several days prior the planned sexcapade and bringing all the carpets and furniture covers to be cleaned).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Peace and comfort. That’s it, it’s just this simple. When he sees you doing anything within your residence - be it cooking, or gardening, or playing with Mimi or a million other relatively calm things, Jing Yuan naturally gravitates towards you. He wants to embrace you from behind, he wants to kiss your hands or neck, wants to drag you in his lap and bury his face between your breasts. And when you don’t immediately pay attention to him and insist on finishing the task first? It turns into a challenge for him, a heated game of consuming your focus fully. And if it involves sucking marks into your skin and rolling his crotch into you? He’d be happy to do just so.

Also watching you blissed out and cozy in your shared bed right after your wake up? 8 out of 10 chances his hand or the man himself will climb under the blanket and between your plush thighs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jing Yuan doesn’t mind occasional slapping - both on himself and you, as well as scratching and biting. But he won’t do anything vital - beating, cutting is a huge no. He’s seen too much blood and wounds in his life - he’d never want to mar your skin with those.

Is a non-sharer. Actually, when you both were in that stage of your relationship where you experimented and tried out different kinks and stuff, the discussion on the topic of a threesome eventually happened too. Back when Jing Yuan honestly admitted that personally he didn't have that much trust in another person to let them into your shared bed (he still doesn’t), but, if you two had met when he had been much younger and you had ended up to be on amazing terms with his mates from the High-Cloud Quintet, he could picture it. He just knows that his friends would’ve loved you as much as he does, and, as a result, taken great care of you.

Isn’t a fan of being called ‘daddy’, even more so if you two have discussed starting a family or already have children. It feels weird to the man - the concept of being called such a term while balls deep in you, when there is your little one, who calls him the very same word. So he’d rather not; BUT if you really want to address him as someone in the position of power, he can enjoy ‘Sir’ or ‘General’, or even ‘Master’.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Eating you out is what guarantees the General’s high spirits for the day. Knowing that he’s brought bliss to his wife with his tongue and fingers first thing in the morning is like a badge of honor. He especially enjoys when you ride his face - his wet muscle settled between your slick walls, nose rubbing against the clit and hands abandoning their grip on your hips, letting you use him like a fucking chair, just so he could pay equal attention to your bouncing breasts.

Don’t be fooled however - Jing Yuan is still the man of high position and great power and he knows this implication gets your panties soaked. He quite enjoys the view of you on your knees before him, lips parted and eagerly accepting the tip of his cock. He loves how you thickly swallow when his grip on the girth tightens at the contact of your tongue with his slit. Your husband never really fucks your face, - unless you ask for it, - no, he is a tease and slides his cock in and out of your mouth taking his time.

Giving him a blowjob in the morning however? Congratulations, you’ve just added an additional hour or two to his sleep, and you are now his teddy bear. So better save it for the days-off.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood, but if it was Jing Yuan’s turn to set the pace for the night - he’d choose slow and sensual. He likes taking his time unraveling you, playing every single chord of your being, savoring the moment. He wants to hear you beg for more, when he’s touched and kissed you in all the nice places, but not quite where you need him. He yearns for the flattering of your warm walls when he drags his cock in and out in an almost languid manner - yet still hitting all the right spots.

But he isn’t against fucking you unapologetically fast too. Legs thrown over his shoulders, or tightly wrapped around his waist, or knees buckling under you as he effortlessly delivers one wild thrust after another. Your husband loves when it makes you claw at his shoulders and arms - feels like he’s won another battle and the prize was your pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Rushed sex is always a gamble, which you two tend not to take. You see, it’s always hard to guess the outcome of such activity - either it’ll energize your husband enough to get back to work and perform outstanding productivity, or on the contrary it will drain the last bits of strength stored for the day and reduce him to a daydreaming lazy lion. After that one time decades ago when Fu Xuan caught on to what was happening prior to her meeting with the general and then talked both his and your ears off - you do not risk with quick fucks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You had enough time to experiment, so it’s hard to answer this question right off the top of your head. But when it comes to the risk - yes, there is one thing. Jing Yuan is very proud of the residence garden - his garden, that he worked hard on to make it look as nice as it is right now. It’s his place of peace, where he spends the little spare time he has. Oh, but it’s a wonderful experience, when you decide to join him, in nothing but a long silky robe, which is mmm so quick to fall apart by a single tag on its belt, and you are just as fast to end up straddling your husband’s thighs. The risk is - keeping quiet since the outside of the residence outer walls are guarded by the Cloud Knights.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Give this man a week to sleep and rest and he might as well fuck you for another (but that’s just cheap novels’ speculations, which you sometimes buy as a joke to retell your husband later so you could laugh together).

The reality is - sometimes just one round for him is enough to blow off steam, get that sweet loving from you and become pleasantly tired. However his need to express the love and devotion after days and nights buried in paperwork without properly seeing you, drives him to make love to you for two or three rounds at a time. And if he has enough strength for just one round this evening? You can expect morning sex.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You tried many in your journey to find out what you both liked in the bedroom and whether the toys should be a part of it. Nowadays you own some - mostly things involved in restriction, because Jing Yuan loves practicing it and because is a merciful man, and occasionally he throws all his strategies and tactics aside to let you be the one seducing him into your bed and handling him the way you desire, not leaving him a chance to object.

But mostly, over the years your husband came to an agreement with himself that he likes things ‘naturally’. So, he’d rather have his tongue swirling around your clit than a vibrator pressed to it, and have your fingers or mouth wrapped around his cock rather than a fleshlight.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a tease with a capital popping ‘T’. Ever the observer he adores all kinds of reactions he can taunt out of you - be it the pout when he takes too long to finger you, or you whining and begging when he is fucking you so good only to take his thumb off of your clit and still his hips with just a tip inside. Or his favorite - you scolding him with an unamused expression when he distracts you from some task and presses to you from behind, getting his hands under your clothes, either to appreciatively run his palms over your hips or gently squeeze the softness of your breasts, only to leave you yearning and cheeks hot and red as he walks away with a playful smile.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jing Yuan groans. With the deep and rich timbre his voice possesses it couldn’t be any other way - and he knows that it turns you on. Yes, when he speaks, the tone may sound higher and lighter, especially when he is amused or is about to chuckle - which he also does sometimes during love making. He just can’t help it when you give him a particular reaction or bite verbally at him in the fight for dominance. 

He also heavily pants, breathing your name in an almost reverent whisper. Very rarely moans - it’s a rare treat you have to work extra hard for - but the satisfaction of seeing him surprised by the uncharacteristic sounds he produces is beyond explanation.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon imagine for the character)

“Shh, beloved… I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’ll get better soon, I promise.”

You let out a quiet whine, leaning more into your husband’s chest - the naked skin of your back meets his, and Jing Yuan carefully helps you settle more comfortably against him on your bed - with a firm grip on your hip and waist. When a moment later he busies himself with removing the lid off a cool jar of cream, you lift your hand to check on the jade pin holding your hair up and accidentally brush against your breast. It provokes another whimper, which your husband is quick to try and sooth with a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Why must’ve I been cursed with sore breasts for my ovulation,” you complain with a drop of your head in the crook of his neck. There is a gentle pat on your elbow and one more kiss, now pressed to the forehead, - the actions your man practiced to perfection over the decades,

“Still think that the Aeons probably thought you were too perfect for this world,” Jing Yuan smiles when you huff. Putting both your hands onto his spread thighs, arms as far from your chest as possible, you try to relax into your lover’s body, closing your eyes just for good measure.

“Well, I don’t know, they could’ve given me mood swings instead. So I’d wanted to bite the heads off of anyone who pissed me off. I would’ve been more terrifying then.”

The man behind you hums, dipping two fingers into the cream. Then he smears a good portion over the palm of another hand and quickly rubs the two together.

“You can bite my head off if it becomes too much,” he chuckles, hovering both hands over your mounds, not yet touching, giving you a moment to prepare.

“But if I do, who will massage my poor girls every month?” A light pout doesn’t escape him when you nod, urging him to proceed. “Besides, I’ll be a bad guy if I deprive you of the opportunity to touch them.”

“Oh, how considerate, I am honored, my lioness,” and with that said his palms softly cup your breasts.

You wince, but will yourself to stay still. The coolness of the cream and the support Jing Yuan’s hands immediately provided for your chest’s weight will soon do wonders on the soreness.

Strong, calloused fingers kneed your sensitive flesh with utmost care, rubbing the relief ointment into the skin, being careful to avoid the nipples. Praising murmurs, that occasionally alternate with the temple and cheek kisses, caress your ears in a calming manner, helping to even out your breath. Your body soon starts to turn into a jelly, going limp on top of his, and Jing Yuan swiftly stops the massage to scoop some more cream.

“How do you feel, my dear?” 

“Hmm…” Your palms leave his legs and rise up; fingertips tentatively poke the supple flesh, testing the sensation. 

“You know,” you hum after a couple of seconds of prodding, “actually it feels so much better already! This new prescription is quite effective I must say. It seems one more round and I’ll be able to put on clothes without irritation!”

“I’m relieved to hear that,” his hands return, playfully swatting yours away, and cupping your breasts again, to rub a new portion of ointment. “However, I’m not going to lie - I’d love to see you topless for a little bit longer.”

“Of course you would,” you roll your eyes, but nevertheless grin. “Okay, I can do that for my very helpful and caring husband. Will you finger me once you finish ogling my tits though?”

"Yes."

And he smooches you on the cheek.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The General’s whole body looks like it was carved from jade, so it’s not surprising that his cock is as heavenly pretty as the man himself. It’s big, mouth-wateringly thick in the middle and has a nice weight when resting on your palm or tongue. You can feel every blue vein on its length which becomes quite convenient when he is deep inside your pussy and moving. Has taut balls and a helmet-shaped tip (how ironic for a general). Is around 6,5 inches long, and he is not a grower - he is a shower.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jing Yuan is not a young man anymore (even if he doesn’t physically look like an old man). Thus his sex drive is not that high nowadays. However, if yours still is, he has no problem with keeping up with you - your excitement sparks his own, which blooms deep in his chest and spreads throughout his whole body. Plus if he needs to rest after a couple rounds of fucking - you are always welcome to ride his face or thigh.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As it was mentioned in the aftercare part, he usually holds off until you both are clean and taken care of. When you settle in bed for the night at last however, he buries his face in your chest/neck/hair and immediately falls asleep in the comfort of your body pressed close to his.

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