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[pranaextirpated]

in the fullness of time

genre: romance, angst pairing: jing yuan/reader word count: 1.4k

tags: gn/m, emotional hurt/comfort, crying, bathing, happy ending (?), mild spoilers with jing yuan's lore

a/n: yeah. sorry

jing yuan was a precocious individual in his earlier years. he hated to read but loved to pick up a wooden sword instead. he cherished living a life that wasn’t constrained to his family’s expectations. at times, jingliu viewed him as a little butthead and allowed his ego to get the best of him, but he donned the same toothy grin every day. things have changed since.

now, every stride he takes is powerful and resolute, whether he’s surrounded by the lush flora of a garden or the piling corpses on a devastating battlefield. he bloodied his hands and they've become calloused as a result. old, harrowing memories serve to haunt him then and there, either through uninvited flashbacks or dreadful nightmares. but he doesn't cast them aside and treats them in the same manner as his pleasant ones. jing yuan doesn't forget easily; if he does, that's what diaries are for.

as for you, you terribly love jing yuan. perhaps too much than you'd like to admit, but there's never a consequence to what is considered "too much," if love can even be quantifiable. with his generosity, he reciprocates that love to a greater degree (in other words, he spoils you) and reverts to his former, youthful self again. jing yuan can be quite the sappy lovebird behind closed doors— maybe too cheesy due to his "old" age, as you'd tease him, but he wouldn't trade you for the world whatsoever. your love is a breath of fresh air; it rejuvenates his body and mind, allowing him to escape the confines of the horrors he's faced, for just a while.

or maybe there is a consequence after all, because good things don't seem to last forever.

as droplets of water patter onto the warm bathtub, jing yuan notices you lost in thought. the reflection of your face in the rippling water reveals a tinge of unease.

"my dear, is something on your mind?" his voice disrupts your ruminations from snowballing in.

"sorry," you shake your head. "it's nothing important." jing yuan could clearly see through your white lie. a part of him contemplates accepting your falsehood for your comfort, but his curiosity nudges him forward.

"please don't hide from me," he gently implores. "speak freely so that i can help you."

not even jing yuan, the wise and brave of luofu, can prevent such a misfortune.

with no meaningful reason to continue cowering, you summon the courage to speak, though a lump forms in your throat.

"jing yuan," you start, words beginning to stale on your dry tongue. "what would you do if i were to leave you?"

he gazes at you, a mix of concern and confusion etching his features. he pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist while attempting to fathom the significance behind such an unexpected question.

"why do you ask this?" he softly inquires, rubbing small circles against your hipbone. "is there something troubling you that i am unaware of?"

you swallow empty. "i've been pondering... our time together. it seems as if we have only a fleeting amount of it," you trail off, your voice filled with the weight of fading into the annals of time.

his heart freezes cold, then sinks. the insinuation settles within jing yuan like a festering plague. still, he takes a deep breath, leaning momentarily against the tub to consider your words. to you, the time you've shared feels insignificant in the grand scheme of his longevity. the thought of you leaving weighs heavily on his soul.

"i understand your thoughts," he treads carefully, his hand now stroking your waist. "however..." he pauses, sighing to recollect himself. "please know that you are here, in this moment, with me. i couldn't have wished for the heavens to bring someone like you into my life."

jing yuan is well acquainted with loss, in all of its forms. comrades and subordinates, once present in his life, have met their fate— many perished, others captured, and a few simply vanished without a trace. you would become just another tally mark to his list.

a flux of emotions threatens to overwhelm you. you berate yourself for it. "i know," your voice quivers. "i know that, but how can i bear the thought of dying— of leaving you so soon?" your breath hitches, the gravity of your words fueled by fear. "you'll still look the same even after a hundred years, but i—" the sight of your reflection intensifies the unbearable ache in your heart. you wrench your eyes shut, desperate to hold back the tears.

"i'm scared, jing yuan."

he gently turns you around, witnessing the tears glistening on your eyelashes like dewdrops on petals. it embarrasses you to cry before him, and your emotions churn like an ocean's riptide that swells every ticking second. jing yuan leans in as his warm breath brushes against your lips.

"let us focus on today," he murmurs, running a hand through your wet hair. "for tomorrow will take care of itself."

perhaps it's true that what exists between you and him is merely temporary joy, as everything transient tends to be. yet his words assuage the fear raging within you. the tears continue to trickle down your stained cheeks.

jing yuan presses a tender smooch upon your forehead, intertwining his fingers with yours beneath the water's surface.

"i don't want to leave you, jing yuan," you sob through fits of despairing cries. "i don't want to, i don't want to." it deeply pains him to see you like this— to confront another tragedy fate has imposed upon him.

"you will never leave me," jing yuan assures you, tightening his clasp on your hand for emphasis. "in times like these, we should always enjoy what we've been given. you may not have my lifespan, but you share my heart. every moment with you is worth being loved."

unable to find your voice, you can only sniffle quietly as he consoles you. you feel like a restless child being cradled by a man who is going to outlive you. this man, who has willingly shouldered the weight of martial duties in service of his people, carries the burden of an ongoing war against immortality. each contour and scar on his body stands as a testament to his valor and the trials he has endured, some of which you may never fully comprehend.

jing yuan leans forward again, placing featherlight kisses along the gentle curves of your eyelids. his lips collect each streaming tear before descending to caress yours in a loving lock, and your arms instinctively snake around his back in solace.

"even if i'm no longer here, i hope to see you again in my next life. whenever and wherever that may be," you whisper with yearning desire.

his gaze intensifies as he locks eyes with you, his heart stirred by the sincerity in your words. he gently cups your face to brush his thumb against your cheek, and any lone teardrop is wiped gone.

"i will wait an eternity if necessary. i have faith that our paths will lead us back to each other," profound devotion evident in his hushed whisper.

as tears ebb away from your eyes, you plead to jing yuan with a trembling voice, seeking a heartfelt promise. "please, jing yuan, promise me."

his smile is so warm, so fulfilling. "i give you my vow," he declares with unwavering commitment. "know that my love for you will always remain eternal, and i will always stand alongside you, forever.”

"i'll miss you then."

suddenly, you lunge towards him, bridging the remaining distance, and wrap your arms tightly around him. you cling to jing yuan as though your fragile life hangs in the balance. his presence reassures you of his enduring existence, his bare skin a tangible reminder of his permanence to your heart.

and in every instance, jing yuan will eagerly await your return and greet you with open arms. he will regale new anecdotes, recount moments that transpired during your absence, and relive the shared moments of the past, breathing new life into them. in this lifetime and hereafter.

and so, the final pages of this chapter will end in a bittersweet note, leaving an indelible mark on both of your lives. however, it is not an end that signals the cessation of all, but rather the turning of a page, welcoming a new chapter to unfold.

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Appease

genre: explicit smut (mdni) pairing: al-haitham/reader word count: 0.8k

tags: f/m, rough sex, doggy style, creampie, married couple, some fluff

a/n: an older fic i wrote back in september. i remember writing this so fast when sumeru was just released lol

He’s frustrated. Extremely frustrated.

The reputation of a lunatic is to be upheld by none other than Al-Haitham, whose apathy overrides any resemblance of criticism flung at him. As long as his rationality serves him use, he isn't going to adhere to the standards set forth by the Akademiya or become the Grand Sage’s menial guinea pig.

But everyone has their own limits. Al-Haitham’s breaking point had finally snapped, and to counteract that— what other way can he relieve himself from the dreadful coil than fucking you?

Archons, he dearly missed you— a week has passed since your last physical rendezvous with him, as his journey to research a mysterious knowledge capsule in Port Ormos required overnight sojourns for completion. It wasn’t his intention to use you as a personal outlet like this, but the ridicule that he was reprimanded by earlier today leaves a bruising grip on your hips as he pounds into your slick cunt from behind.

You don’t have to listen to the reasoning behind his attitude tonight. After all, the position of the Scribe entails a heavy commitment to the unending quest for knowledge. Al-Haitham is an incorrigible man to please most people except you.

Your hands tightly fist onto the crumpled sheets below, back arching from the searing pleasure as each pronounced slam vibrates against your walls. Al-Haitham is far more aggressive than usual, evident by the harsh exhales and uncontrollable carnal growls from his parted lips. A thin sheet of sweat dampens the grey fringe to his forehead, tiny beads rolling off on his sculpted torso.

Your mind can’t comprehend his inhuman stamina, too hazy by the lewd smacks of his balls slapping onto your butt cheeks. He’s rutting into your heat as if he’ll combust anytime soon, dripping semen from previous orgasms soiling onto the sheets below. Your arms falter from the lack of strength, allowing your head to plop onto the ornate pillow below as Al-Haitham ravages every inch of your insides.

“Those damned sages… Calling my dissertation— blasphemous? A week gone to waste,” he scowls, eyebrows deeply creasing in further vexation. “Pacifying those senile fools is nigh impossible, even if it means overworking to death!”

Any coherency is dissipated from the tip of your tongue as debauched moans and mewls reverberate in its absence.

“Fortunately, for me… I have you,” he hovers closely, the warm breath fanning the shell of your ear. “A lovely wife... deserves to be fucked by their husband, isn’t that right?” He taunts in a hushed tone, earning him a pitiful whine in feedback. All forms of self-control are buried underneath the depths of lust and desire, with the way his vermillion pupils dilate from the washing waves of raw pleasure.

No warning is uttered as your core crumbles into fragments, involuntarily climaxing and clenching around his cock again. Al-Haitham catches up shortly after, hips stuttering erratically from the impending orgasm. The milky ribbons coat your walls in a final round— he furrows his eyebrows and screws his eyelids shut, stilling himself to relish the fleeting moment before the cusp.

Al-Haitham’s features relax as he ejects himself out of you, leaking cum and proceeding to drip onto the plushness of your thighs. Your legs fall limp like a ragdoll, too fatigued to turn over as your husband leans over to the drawer and extinguishes the lone candlelight with a quick blow. He plops down next to your trembling figure, tugging the bedspread to barely cover the immodesty and enclosing his arms around you for security. A twinge of guilt pokes his heart.

“Ana aasif yaa qamari. Was I too rough?”

“N-no… Do not fret, love. I enjoyed it, really,” you offer a weak squeeze to his wrist for reassurance.

Al-Haitham hums, unconvinced. As another form of his apology, his lips make way to your trapezius, delicately trailing a small path of butterfly kisses to tickle your glowing skin.

His biceps flex around your sides, hand cupping yours to intertwine his calloused fingers with your dainty ones. Your eyelids droop from the numbing fatigue, lulling you into a deep slumber, but not before he professes—

“To’brini yaa galbi.”

—

You suppose that the inevitable would happen, to discover him absent the next dawn as the young maids will tend to your needs in his place instead. The orange sun begins to supersede the silver moon, orange hues clashing with twilight blues in a gradient as the warm colors overtake the sky.

To your slight surprise, Al-Haitham silently remains at your presence, with unmoving hands still lovingly clasped together on the bedsheet. However, it also pains you that you’re unable to view his face in this moment— surely, any sudden movement would cause a disturbance to his rest. It’s a tranquil sight as you imagine— serenity etching on his smooth contour and shut eyes, coupled with the steady tone of his quiet breathing— a stark contrast from the previous night.

A meek confession fills in the lingering quietude.

"I love you."

Sleep washes over your crystal eyes to drift you off once more, and the subtle, hidden smile blesses his lips.

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Gossamer

genre: explicit smut (mdni) pairing: jing yuan/reader word count: 1.2k

tags: f/m, reverse cowgirl, lingerie, mirror sex, creampie, tingyun is ur bestie

a/n: hii this is my first post on here. i’m not too sure about the post format but at the same time idgaf so enjoy

“Tingyun, what is inside?”

Her lofty giggle fills the quiet atmosphere outside. It only raises your curiosity as you fiddle with the delicate present box in your hands.

“You won’t know until you open it.”

At last, the scarlet ribbon unravels with a little tug from your fingertips. Elation fills Tingyun’s verdant eyes as she watches your expression morph into pure astonishment.

“You got me…” Your fingers pinch the glacé bra strap, widened eyes inspecting the embroidered cups. “Lingerie?”

She clasps her dainty hands together in joy at seeing you flustered. “But of course, I had acquired this from my most recent expedition outside of Luofu.”

Your eyes flicker to the sly smile plastered on her lips, then back to the pile of snowy silk and lacework— embellished fabric too far exotic for your liking.

“I possibly couldn’t accept th—“

Tingyun is quick and elegant to halt your tongue with an “Ah-ah.” Your mouth clamps shut immediately.

“Let’s consider this a token of our friendship, hmm? After all, we’ve been colleagues for quite a while. No need to repay me.” She leans in closer this time, causing you to jolt back slightly.

“It’s becoming frequent to catch you daydreaming nowadays, more or so when you’re on duty. Pray tell, is it a man?”

Your jaw drops in flabbergast at her words, and the blush of shame creeps across your cheeks instantly. By the Aeons, you’re only fortunate that it’s only Tingyun’s presence and not Madam Yukong’s.

“W-well…” You’re not quick-witted enough to form an excuse.

Much to your dismay, she caught you in flagrante. The absence of your response draws another giggle out of Tingyun.

“I will assume that I’m correct, yes? Don’t worry, I won’t pry into your… personal affairs.”

A little wave of relief washes over you, but there’s no denying she has you under her careful watch. If she were to discover who— that’s an entirely different story.

“Although, I’d love to hear your stories sometime soon. Perhaps you can do something with this special gift,” she says nonchalantly. Tingyun gives you a flirtatious wink, but you can only purse your lips in embarrassment before mumbling a feeble “thank you.”

You can only imagine Tingyun’s vulpine ears and fluffy tail freezing in shock at the name in your disclosure, but that day will eventually come, right?

—

Jing Yuan couldn’t have asked for a better way to neglect his nightly duties. He could always create a passable excuse under Fu Xuan’s scrutiny.

A selfie of you in your new lingerie is enough excuse to get his heels pronto to your private residence. It‘s shockingly easy and effortless to please a sophisticated man like him.

Your bra and panties have been long discarded somewhere on the floor by now, save only for the stockings and garter belts Jing Yuan had insisted on leaving.

Jing Yuan isn’t exactly sure how many rounds have been done. Three? Four? Doesn’t matter.

A visceral groan rumbles through his Adam’s apple when you attempt to deliciously squeeze around his pulsating cock. Jing Yuan embraces you tightly from behind, driving himself up to brush against your sweet spot as more cum spills onto the soiled bedsheet. He’s treating you like a mere cocksleeve to his lustful whims, and you couldn’t be more exhilarated to be used in any other way.

The tangy scent of sex and perfume fills his nose with every inhale. His ears attentively listen to the sounds of his heavy ballsack smacking against your buttcheeks in perfect syncopation— how your breezy sighs and moans harmonize in tune with the former. His golden eyes revel in the mirrored view of your pussy sucking his cock from head to balls, with white lace and silk bows adorning your thighs.

“Is this exactly—“ Another groan from him. “What you wanted tonight?”

Indeed, having sex with a war general comes with a certain drawback. Heck, you’re still too tongue-tied to formulate an answer. All you can do is lean against his chiseled torso and shut your eyes in unadulterated bliss. His absurd stamina will be the glaring death of you.

Jing Yuan doesn’t have the faintest idea of where you acquired the lingerie set, nor does he care. His gaze continues through the full-length mirror before the bed, raptly observing how weary and overstimulated your body has become. Burning flush spreads down to your battered neck and collarbone. Jing Yuan is a hard biter when he wants to be. More bruised hickeys bloom across the valley of your bouncing breasts, luring his hand to fondle one out of impulse. He twiddles the hardened nipple between his fingers, only for you to mewl pitifully.

Every filthy drag of his cock up to your soaked cunt has you reeling under his complete control. Jing Yuan forcefully snaps your jaw in place, causing your breath to hitch at the mirrored debauchery displayed right before your clouded eyes.

“Look at you,” he purrs low in your ear before letting go of your face. The bloodstream in your body accelerates as Jing Yuan is practically smashing your insides like clockwork, and your toes curl in cardinal pleasure from his work. A quick rub to your puffy clit is all it takes to send your orgasm gushing down onto his veiny shaft.

Jing Yuan doesn't falter in his movements, even fucking you through your high with brutal precision. His lower abdomen reflexes as he sinks his pearly teeth onto your sticky skin, his own climax becoming imminent.

You clutch a handful of his ivory hair, pussy walls enveloping extra tight to milk out every spurt of his load. Jing Yuan’s breathing staggers as he overstuffs your pussy with thick ribbons of semen, thickening the translucent ring around his cock. His dazed eyes can’t help but leer again at the mirror’s reflection— with your limp and jostling body trapped between his toned arms, your jaw slacking from breathless moans and the creamy slick dripping down to your thigh-highs.

You’ll have to personally thank Tingyun again the next time you see her… or at least when your legs fully recover. Of course, she will indubitably try to coax you for the juicy details.

His thrusts eventually stop, and he’s more than happy to snuggle himself inside you for now.

“I-I’m tired, Jing Yuan,” you squeak. It’s all your vocal cords can muster.

Jing Yuan’s chuckle resonates in a low and suave timbre. “Easy now... We’ll end it here,” he assures you, peppering your deltoid with butterfly kisses.

“Though, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in more… risqué outfits like this,” he cheekily continues. “Perhaps I should indulge you in a few tailored sets from Cloudbreadth Sleeves, yes?”

The heat in your cheeks fails to simmer down. He’s enjoying this way more than you initially anticipated.

Jing Yuan flashes a charming smile at your sudden shyness. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ You can dress up for my next visit,” he coos into your ear. A chilling shudder rattles down your spine at his titillating implication.

He gradually unsheathes himself and turns you around with steady hands. You look endearing just as ever, even when wrecked and disheveled. Too irresistible to kiss.

It’s a comforting and somewhat apologetic kiss. Despite your trembling and swollen lips, Jing Yuan smiles into the kiss with careful tenderness. It only feels fleeting when he pulls away.

“Come now,” he beckons soothingly. “Let’s get you bathed.”

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zoë・they/them・20+ this is my writing sideblog. i only write for alhaitham and jing yuan.

expect nsfw content. my writings + ao3.

i only write when i have time, so updates may be inconsistent. no requests will be accepted, but feel free to chat with me! thank you for understanding.

i don’t write dead dove/dark content, sorry.