— there are 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 things in the world that i 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 seem to rid myself of: the 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 of the xianzhou, the 𝙋𝘼𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎 on my desk, and the 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝘿𝙎 in my garden.
#𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑻𝒁𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑯 — headcanon based 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 of mihoyo's 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙆𝘼𝙄: 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙇 franchise. private && selective // mutuals only. at times, canon divergent. NSFW MATERIAL WILL BE PRESENT. those under 18 do not interact ! penned by FINCH. 29. she/they. cst. prompts always open to mutuals !
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more often than not the fractals of dan feng’s memories were more horrific than pleasant. he could count the many times he’d woken up in a cold sweat, feeling the edge of life slipping from his fingertips. eyes snapped open with a start, fingers clawing into sheets, the same familiar trembling synonymous with nightmares, although, it had been anything but. hands rose to press against his face, feeling the mortifying heat emanating off his skin, the way pleasure curled in his stomach and wisped phantom touches over dan heng’s twitching hips. " a-yue. my a-yue. " the urge to dunk himself in an ice bath became ever more consistent, more so when he thought about their party’s upcoming plans.
stellaron crisis averted, life would return to a somewhat normal state. he would attempt to kindle friendship with the mysterious general who’d set him free all those years ago. had it been foolish of him to think that this was an act of clemency for a stranger ? perhaps not. jing yuan had not said anything, not expected anything of him ; it was dan heng who had approached him first, asked why he had been avoiding him first. if dan feng’s memories are accurate … the archivist was jostled out of his thoughts by march’s elbow digging into his ribs, a surprised clarity returning to his eyes as he surveyed the eyes upon him. it wasn’t until his gaze caught the general’s that the familiar heat from this morning returned ; a centuries old ache, something twisting in his chest, making him look away as if burned by his sunlight in jing yuan's eyes.
a-yuan.
“ … my apologies. i need some air. ” his usual even tone trembled near the end of his rushed out statement, unfinished still while he exited the room. he needed to be as far away from the general as possible.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 a slow one - both for his body and for his mind. for the longest time, he'd tempered his past - locked away the emotions that came with it and threw away any key that could have unshackled the negativity and experience. upon reflection, the general was well aware his life was a walking projector for ' most likely to be mara-struck next, ' but careful management... meditation, and strength of character kept him on a path that few knew the strength it took to survive. after all, the parties that had once been involved in the personal tragedy of his long, long life were all dead and gone in some way - were all mixed up in manners he couldn't begin to describe. perhaps the only one who knew his pain, knew what focus and intent it took to survive such miserable occasions was diviner fu, and it wasn't like she was a comforting soul.
still, jing yuan could not decide if his heart felt heavier or lighter in the wake of the battle with phantylia. certainly, his body hurt, but there was something... weightless about seeing dan heng take on a familiar form again, a form of a man he'd loved so dearly, so fully, that he'd given nearly everything to let the sun shine upon his face once more and free him from a hell of the luofu's making. it ached and felt wonderful at the same time, and it felt just the same seeing the vidyadhara outside his natural form... donning his human skin like armor and thinking it can protect him from the covetous yearning that lurks in jing yuan's gaze.
it doesn't.
he watches dan heng scamper away with no small amount of amusement - completely ignoring the question he'd asked ( a selfish request for the former high elder to stay just a little way longer, express crew or otherwise - the waterscape was still open, and the arbor a threat... ), and instead fleeing. a moment of silence falls between all the parties in the room - the trailblazer, march, and welt yang looking to jing yuan like he has all the answers. and well, he does. ❝ ⸻ excuse me. ❞ he murmurs then, drifting slowly to his feet to follow the other. as always, the indolent general's steps are languid, his footfalls heavy as he meanders through the hall and into the open aired courtyard near the small lotus pond that backed up to the home where he'd been convalescing. when he comes to a stop, it is behind dan heng... not quite in his space, but enough so that the other can perhaps feel the permeation of the lion general's surprisingly high body heat. and of course, the fact that one of his finches immediately leaps from his hair and onto the vidyadhara's shoulder certainly gives him away.
a soft tut, hands clasping behind his back ( to keep them to himself ), before he takes one long stride to dan heng's side instead. ❝ are you unwell, dan heng ? ❞ and yet there is a sparkle in those bright sunshine eyes - more illuminated than the had been in weeks as he peers down at the other, clearly more aware than he cares to let on. he wonders, not for the first time, if the archivist is experiencing more... pleasurable memories of their past. ❝ you appear... a bit feverish. shall i call lady bailu ? ❞
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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 the general's personality, even with the weight of the luofu resting heavily on his shoulders. he offers the prince a smile - or rather, he would have, if his mouth wasn't filled with dragon tail. and truly, jing yuan was not biting hard - for his fangs certainly packed a punch - but there was something so temptuous about the vidyadhara's draconic limb (perhaps the plumage?) that called to his feline senses. the pupils of gilded hues had narrowed into slits, and the powerful lines of his body coiled tight for a pounce... truly, it was nigh on comical, even if the gentle reprimand had him removing the appendage from his lips.
jing yuan, having at least half the mind to look a little embarrassed, lowers yinyue's tail to his lap, and sighs forlornly.
" a-yue. don't be cruel to me. " two fingers, wayward in their touch, fluff those feathery ends. " if i have to stare at one more budget proposal, i may go cross-eyed. you are so much more entertaining. "
@noblesanctity: gently tucks soft light strands from his general's face so he can cup it and place a sweet kiss or three against his lips, each one lasting longer than than the previous
𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐒 easy as breathing, lips parting beneath lingering touches with nary a care behind them. a low hum reverberates from deep within the general, clawed fingertips skating upwards to slip elegantly into blond tresses, and skate oh so tenderly upon the merchant's scalp. a murmur of appreciation into the third kiss, a bit of force applied on jing yuan's part to ensure the touch remains just a bit longer, so that he can skate fangs upon luocha's flawless lower lip and give it a soft, promising suckle.
they part with a noise, jing yuan's eyes drifting open to behold fields of verdant and the flawless features of his beloved. his hand skates over luocha's jaw then, head canting to the side before pressing one more yearning kiss to soft, soft lips. " is it time for my treatment already? " he means to tease, but it comes out more hungry than he realizes - body ever so awakened in the presence of the healer.
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[ SCRATCH ] * my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. @riftzenith
every thrust made punches low moans from ais’ lips. unable to find purchase in anything other than the bare torso of their lover as they’re helplessly pinned against the wall. ais all but braces themselves with blunt nails digging into his shoulder, hugging him fiercely and wrapping legs around jing yuan’s hips. every utterance that has spilled forth was of reverence and whimpers, “ please . . . ” ais moans softly into their lover’s ear and another cry is punched out of them, leaving them breathless for more. “ harder - ” and so he does, snapping his hips up into ais that leaves their toes curling and their vision blinding for all but a moment. dark locks cling to strong features with sweat and the filthy scent of sandalwood, musk, and sex drowns their senses.
ais hides their face away in the crook of their lover’s neck, drink his scent with every breathy intake, they could taste the sweat on their tongue. the demon presses kisses to that beautiful expanse of skin and a hand coming to rest upon firm pectorals, only to smooth against them and apply small pressure in their squeeze. a tight - lipped sound escapes ais when jing yuan thrusts up into again, his pace becoming rougher and rougher by the second, and ais’ own cock, deprived of touch aching and angrily leaking with every movement. they’re close, and they can feel that inevitable pleasure ready to crack and spill over the edge of ais’ control in which they breathlessly whisper against warm, spit - slicked skin. “ jing yuan - ” he pants, “ i’m close - ”
and the pace becomes punishing, their legs twitch at the chase for release in the general’s thrusts and the strong hands that hold the demon in place tighten on them. “ fuck ! ” they cry out, and his vision gives. the control of their pleasure reaches its peak and spills over, painting their stomachs with threads of hot cum, and jing yuan, sweet jing yuan, so attentive and fulfilling - fucks them slowly through their orgasm, wringing more dulcet cries out of them until he buries himself deep and fills them to completion. ais doesn’t realize the force in which they’ve clawed at their lover’s until they’ve moved their hand, smoothing across what felt to be ribbons of raised skin forming. small smears of blood coated digits, and even through their exhaustion, ais softly pants their concerns. “ i cut you open, i’m so sorry - ” when ais attempts to shift to look at jing yuan, they find themselves completely pinned, and the sensation deep within them makes them realize what that lingering overwhelming sensation was. “ it happened again . . . didn’t it? ” their legs shake weakly at the mere thought of it.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 is enough to send him into a frenzy, the hunter's ever pliant body a steady pulsation and reminder of their ardor with each thrust inside of him. by the arbiter, he is delicious as always - tight heat of a warrior's frame enough to send jing yuan over the edge on a good day, but on days like this... he fucks ais like he means to consume him, raw strength and brutality allowing the general to heave his beloved hunter against the wall, despite his great stature, and to fuck into him with abandon. with ais, he does not need to be gentle. with ais, jing yuan can be a brutal but adoring lover - and there are some nights, some encounters, that it shows more than others.
" good, so good - " he murmurs without much thought, head tucked near the other's ear as he takes and takes and takes and ais' body continues to give. " ais, ais - " a mantra of his name, tinged only with love and lust while jing yuan chases their highs, pushes and pushes until they're both left reeling and his sweet, sweet partner is cumming around him, claws in his back with blood blooming akin to lycoris and jing yuan is gone before he can even think of mustering his control. this man was his, this body was his, the being in his arms forged in blood and seated deep upon his cock belonged to him and him alone and-
jing yuan fills him with a low, soft groan, hips seated deeply and face tucked into his neck. his pleasure does not cease though, and if jing yuan had any sense remaining in that moment he might have been a bit abashed - but a little too late does he realize, the swollen sensitivity at the base of his cock, the throb of ais' velvet walls around him. ah, dammit.
he should be ashamed, really. or at least a little apologetic. but he's not in the slightest, not as a rumbling starts deep within his chest and the general groans out his pleasure, raising his head just long enough to look at the hunter through long lashes. " oops. " he says apologetically, though he does not look very sorry at all. indeed, jing yuan hefts ais upwards then, arms flexing with corded muscle, and carefully stumbles them the few steps to the daybed. with tacit gentleness, he lay them both upon their sides, still firmly buried deep with no signs of ebbing, as he offers his lover a rather... satisfied smirk.
" it doesn't hurt, does it? " he murmurs, hand slipping briefly between them to push down on the younger's abdomen, before pausing to thumb briefly at poor ais' spent length, almost as if he was considering yet... another round. " give it twenty minutes. you just, mm- " a subtle shifting motion, the general's breath hitching as he does so, " make me insane, ais. "
@pavocelus: " and what would you like for your prize, general ? " effortlessly did kaeya move his pieces against the board. he'd lied of course, calling himself a mere novice at it. strategy and sabotage were two fields of battle he'd excelled in since - well he couldn't remember since. it seemed to be an ingrained part of his existence. so was risk taking it seemed. " i've been known to be somewhat of an acquirer, a pirate one would say. speak what you so desire, and i'll try my hand at it. information ? rare items ? " a wink of blue-gold hue, a jest. " a kiss ? "
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 a challenge of a tactical nature had presented itself to the great general of the luofu. that was simply the way it was. three thousand years of existence and peace did not amount to nothing in the experience department - and such intricacies were included in his favorite art form: star chess. usually, name for a select few, jing yuan was an undefeated player - a master at his own game. ten steps ahead for himself and for his opponent... nothing surprised him anymore, save - apparently - for the svelte stranger before him.
of course, he's winning again - but only barely, which is enough to impress him anyway. and it shows on gilded hues, catlike pupils slit thin against the setting sun across the lotus pond within his private garden. it paints the navy haired man in golden hues, bringing out the strange tones of his eyes just enough that jing yuan finds himself smirking briefly.
" i confess, i want for little these days - though, perhaps, it's my old age getting to me. " amusement permeates handsome features, the fist his head is propped on flexing briefly before he leans to the side and slowly stretches, not unlike a large cat awakening from a long nap in the midday sun. " but... " the low lidding of lashes, dark, fluttering upon his cheeks, and the briefest flash of a fang as he offers kaeya yet another smile - though this one, is perhaps, tinged with something much more dangerous. " i won't say no to a kiss for my victory. "
