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20+ I write and doodle things, mostly HSR and TGCF. ⚔️🍁🐉🦁; ⭐🌙☀️; all🦁 I enjoy Jing Yuan a very normal amount. Too many ideas, so little time. Minors DNI 🚫
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Continuation:
#fengjing
#yingjing
Is this
#yingfengjing
? Every time Jing Yuan dodges a question the white-haired man becomes more incensed, his temper simmering like banked coals, and directs yet more of his ire in their - his and Dan Feng’s future selves - direction. It does
An equally small
#fengjing
thought as a continuation: The voices, his-but-not-his and Yingxing's grow more distant as they walk shoulder to shoulder deeper into the courtyard where Jing Yuan cannot follow, will not allow himself to follow, even as his body leans desperately
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My hc is that Jing Yuan does not know how to cry. Whether it's to avoid negative emotions, or because he needs to be strong for others, it means when the rare occasion arises, they kinda just fall. Like, he'll have on the most pleasant expression while tears run down his cheeks.
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Jing Yuan headcanon: a shockingly unknown fact of the dozing Arbiter-General is that he's surprisingly adept at playing the guqin. Having learnt at a young age when his parents thought he'd take up a cushy position at the Realm Keeping Commission and become a great scholar, it's
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Not me idling at the Seat of Divine Foresight while working because Jing Yuan is literally the best eye candy and finally realising his neck clasp-ribbon-thing is the same colour as the inside lining of DH/IL's clothes.
They're so aesthetically pleasing standing together 😭
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This scene wrecked me, not only because Jing Yuan stands there in a resigned hopelessness of the two fighting, but of course because of his blatant lack of self-preservation and concern for himself in the situation. If he had been hit, he might have even smiled since it would
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#renjing
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#Bladejing
Part 2 of Jing Yuan's family adventures happens as he's picking out well-aged pu'er tea to gift to Himeko after their chat about coffee. An anonymous number sends him a text that provides him a date, time, and coordinates along with: 'come incog B)' and he
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Small
#yingjing
thought: in some made-up reality, or a desperate wish come true, Jing Yuan finds himself back in a time where Yingxing is so beautifully alive and well, still robust in health; and, oh, the timbre of the man's laugh as it rings across the courtyard is enough to
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curved shut, and a soft glow on his cheeks. Dan Heng is looking at him in the shot, the moment of wonder and affection captured and immortalised -- and much to his embarrassment, a copy is given to the general who thanks March with such brightness that Dan Heng has to turn away.
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An equally small
#fengjing
thought as a continuation: The voices, his-but-not-his and Yingxing's grow more distant as they walk shoulder to shoulder deeper into the courtyard where Jing Yuan cannot follow, will not allow himself to follow, even as his body leans desperately
Small
#yingjing
thought: in some made-up reality, or a desperate wish come true, Jing Yuan finds himself back in a time where Yingxing is so beautifully alive and well, still robust in health; and, oh, the timbre of the man's laugh as it rings across the courtyard is enough to
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Today's
#renjing
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#bladeyuan
blurb-fic is somehow getting Jing Yuan into a suit to match the gang in the Jepella Rebellion trailer, because let's be honest: we all need to imagine Jing Yuan in a suit for that serotonin hit.
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I absolutely have a Jing Yuan agenda, and that's to spread the fact that he's beloved by all. Who else could have caught the eye of 3+ aeons, have a stellaron hunter and a high elder vidyadhara for boyfriends, is an animal whisperer, and is an absolute meow meow.
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delicately JY's deceptively strong fingers plucked at the strings.
Now imagine Jing Yuan and Dan Feng playing a duet piece. 🥺
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@matcharie
I'm certain the person comforting JY feels 100% more devastated when they instead see him smiling sweetly with tears streaming down his face rather than the usual reaction.
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probably something he doesn't share very often, at least not any more? Though, at the very least, on the rare occasion he's played for YX and DF - the first time to utterly shut YX up who kept calling him an uncouth and graceless welp - the two would be mesmerised by how
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their own families now. Their own loved ones, and here he was waiting night after night, eyes drawn to the stars, for any sign of the Astral Express or whispers of Stellaron hunters. And, don't get him wrong, it's not that he's ungrateful for the connections he's made in his own
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Nanook’s palm, and when he opens his eyes he is standing tall as the Arbiter-General, pristine in his regalia save for the gaping hole in his chest.
“I am afraid, mighty Ruin Author, that I must decline your kindness.”
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forgives the way March slings her arm around the general's neck and teaches him to pose and do the silly signs with his hands. Meanwhile, Dan Heng watches all of this with the apprehension of someone who simultaneously wants to protect and cherish this moment forever, but is also
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together. It becomes his phone's wallpaper without a second thought, and it's definitely not because all of his loved ones are crowded into the shot - Yangqing, too, who may or may not have been holding onto Pom Pom - with Jing Yuan centred and so sweetly smiling, golden eyes
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desperately clinging onto memories and trying their best to smile and make new ones, and just... wholeheartedly dotes on her, agrees to take as many photos with the young girl as she wants, and... perhaps the smiles he's making are so bright and genuine that even Yangqing
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A more coherent version of my latest
#RenJing
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#bladejing
blurb thread wherein the thirst for Jing Yuan in a suit is very, very real.
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to be a great conversationalist who is all too eager to settle down for a long chat with a man seemingly his own age (Jing Yuan doesn't have the heart to tell him otherwise); he takes to March and vice versa because he's obliging and kind, able to recognise the cues of someone
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nervously calculating if he has the right to do what March is doing, to get close and share in this overwhelming warmth Jing Yuan is able to exude, but the silly guy doesn't have much time to ponder on it when March inevitably drags him into the frame so they can all take a photo
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#jingyuan
‘s flirtation style is easy-going, sweet. It straddles the fine line of sincere compliments and casual teasing that he laces between all his words, and most people are overwhelmed because he’s relentless with how he drives the conversation, domineers the topic in such a
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settles and he returns to his post of being the last of the HCQ on Luofu, there's a text message from Dan Feng - Dan Heng, now - that the Express is stopping by to restock on treats (Pom Pom now has to contend with a larger list of supplies to satiate the crew and their new need
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shadows playing tricks on the eyes) with a beaming Jing Yuan in his lap.
'Ara~ They turned out rather nicely ♪" Is what Kafka would say once the photos dropped into the dispenser outside.
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time, in his own way, collected by others and tucked under their wing with his easy smiles and polite deference to their whims. Still... he wanted his own family back, wicked as it seemed, and so terribly unlikely. Which is why it's all the more surprising when the dust finally
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@kwnblz
To tie this altogether, dilf ceo one day realises the milf babysitter his young man brother fresh out of uni is living next to is no other than his newbie intern 🤭
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for good teas and lotus cakes) and that the general should come out to stretch his legs if his busy schedule permitted, of course. Yanqing comes along and hits it off with Stelle and won't admit that Pom Pom is the absolute cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, while Welt proves
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He was too cute not to take screenies with the whole fam ; w;
1. When Blade catches you taking a quick pic of his general and he's about to throw hands
2. "Master, shall we take one like the old times?'
3. Lewdthoughts.jpg
4. We're married now, general.
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wear: Jing Yuan without his distinctive armour on is... stunning. That's what Blade decides, silently, as he trails behind Kafka and Silver Wolf who casually sidles up to Yangqing with a nonchalant 'Yo~' The snowy-haired man has no right looking that good with his long hair tied
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As he is now, Jing Yuan feels like an impostor. And so he stands there hidden away behind a blossoming tree with his hands uselessly by his sides.
And he watches.
And he mourns.
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up in a bun and his slim waist accentuated by fitted trousers and a plain shirt, and people are s t a r i n g... except maybe it's because Blade is masked up and wearing a long coat while also sporting dark shades and a toque. Kafka and Silver Wolf, on the other hand, are
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is, but the gloved hand holding him by the waist that squeezes to get his attention. The photos taken are ridiculous - one of them has Silver Wolf popping her bubble gum in Yangqing's face. When it's all done, Silver Wolf is dragging the blond boy out by the arm and insisting
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him when he hits the ground this time around. An unbearable cold seeps from his chest - perhaps this is what death feels like, Jing Yuan hopes.
"Still you resist me, even when I court you with what you want most." A voice says instead.
Wearily, Jing Yuan unfolds himself from
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does just that, or as well as the most famous and eligible bachelor of Luofu can. Yanqing won't take no for an answer and insists on accompanying him as is his Aeon given right to be on 'General Protection Duty' and they both show up at the intersection of a busy market in casual
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as the lightning he calls down on a whim because of the way his name sounds on Blade's lips. There's another squeeze to his hip from the gloved hand that never left, and the two manage to take some decent photos together where Blade has a ghost of a smile (he'll claim it's the
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dressed normally... okay, so maybe it was Blade who is the oddball. Yangqing is about as prickly as he can get, possibly because they're in the company of wanted criminals (and two of them have handed his ass back to him in a fight), but like any blustering hot-headed youth he
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'Are you alright..?' Jing Yuan asks tentatively, and Blade's first words to him after an entire day are muffled behind his mask as he stares straight ahead, sunglasses and all: 'It's going again.' And it's not the bright flash that surprises Jing Yuan, or how soft Blade's voice
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Walking away, he looks back only once to assure himself as well, and watches as Jing Yuan tucks his face against the collar of his jacket.
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Silver Wolf are crowded under Blade's umbrella like little birds under the canopy - it's terribly cute, and Jing Yuan has to stop himself from glancing at them (and Blade) every so often. This is fine, after all; this was... more than Jing Yuan could ever hope for, and he
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each time in sheer flawlessness. Silver Wolf and Yangqing are making indignant noises and shoving at each other, but Jing Yuan can only make halfhearted protests for Yangqing to play nice when he's too acutely aware of how he's pressed against Blade's solid frame.
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Jing Yuan is ever the gentleman and walks alongside Kafka while holding an umbrella for her. Their idle chatter about Luofu is... surprisingly pleasant, and he even suggests a popular boutique that they might visit to find her another jacket to collect. Behind them, Yangqing and
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they go check out the newest Butterfly Immersia tech while Kafka takes her time stretching outside and smoothing the wrinkles from her coat; all that's left is Jing Yuan laughing fondly in Blade's lap, never having seen Yangqing, strong-willed as he is, being bullied into
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on top of an ever-silent and suffering Blade, one knee each, while the two youngest are stacked on top of them - the first flash of the camera catches them all by surprise with the cheery jingle telling them to smile. Kafka is looking straight into the camera
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having fun and behaving as his actual age for once. There's a vague moment of awkwardness as Blade and Jing Yuan stare at each other, neon lights dancing across the general's pale face and snowy lashes that have just a hint of tears - happy tears - from laughing as hard as he had
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mean he was actually involved in some way: acknowledged, instead of being put aside. That being said, can you see how mindful their actions are? Both who unleashed the full mastery of their skills are carving their attacks around Jing Yuan to keep him untarnished, unblemished,
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photo booth and insists on checking it out. It's an IPC-model with all the bells and whistles - flashy lights and 240 different filters - and Silver Wolf hacks it without a second thought. Kafka herds everyone inside the tiny booth with a little smile and twitch of her fingers,
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in a long, long while. They barely notice the sound of strales being inserted and the excruciatingly cheery melody telling them to 'get ready and smile!' because Blade finally has a free hand to take off his sunglasses and tug his mask down and Jing Yuan's heart is as thunderous
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Touch-starved JY headcanon where he is absolutely a meticulous dresser; fastidious in every layer he puts on like its an extra piece of armour, and barely showing any skin because of how sensitive he is from years of being deprived of the loving touches he once thrived under.
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contents himself to never asking for more because he's deeply afraid of what else life could possibly claim of him, so instead he plays the gracious host to his ship and guides them through crowded streets and points out interesting sights -- but it's Silver Wolf who notices a
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rises to the challenge when Silver Wolf asks him if he's even good at any games; despite it all, he's still a child, and the two are suddenly locked in some PvP battle on their phones, squawking indignantly when Silver Wolf lands a combo. When it starts to lightly drizzle,
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and unmarred by their sins. It's... endearing, this underlying notion of protectiveness, but I'm also delusional and seeing this through the tears I have for Jing Yuan. 😭
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'Who are you?' (And why do you look like my Jing Yuan goes unsaid.) Dan Feng is the picture of serenity, cold and aloof, altogether untouchable, and Jing Yuan realises this is what it feels like to not be afforded the gentle kindness of the moon. It does not feel unlike the
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Not me, lying on the floor in a puddle of tears thinking about Jing Yuan in the 1.3 trailer standing solemnly with his hands behind his back as the group watches the send off of those starskiffs laden with memories of the dead. Just an old and tired general
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@blssmyuan
Pls, JY deserves such love and care - can you imagine him laughing lightly while tears stream down his face, asking why the person hugging them is so concerned? 🥹
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jacket to drape over Jing Yuan's shoulders. 'I will be back. Then, we will discuss everything.' Dan Feng's bright cerulean eyes hold Jing Yuan's watery gaze with assurance, and is satisfied only when he receives a nod in return.
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curves into a warm smile, and tilts his head. “I wish I could stay,” he murmurs, “but only I remember now, and that is my burden to bear yet for all of us.”
Distantly, he thinks he can hear them shout his name, but he is falling, and he is certain no one will be there to catch
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cradle Jing Yuan's wet face in his hands, thumbs softly brushing against cheekbones carved lovingly by the aeons themselves. 'Yuan-er, it's you...' Dan Feng breathes, and he is aggrieved on Jing Yuan's behalf. Each new tear that falls is his sin to bear, and they do not lessen
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and Blade finds himself occupying the only seat available. What happens next is a game of human-Jenga. With an ominous countdown flashing across the brightly lit screen, everyone topples on top of one another in order to fit inside the tiny box; Jing Yuan and Kafka end up sitting
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asks no more of Jing Yuan and the future he came from, of why he is so weary, so alone, sounding so utterly desolate: ‘How did you learn to smile so woefully?’ Yingxing despairs silently. ‘How could we fail you so absolutely, Jing Yuan?’
Quietly, Jing Yuan shares a look with
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about the consequences, do you hear me? I’m just a short-lifer with a hammer, what do I know of the cosmos’ grand plans? All I see is that you’re in front of me, our Jing Yuan–” He pauses, having closed the gap between them, brings one of Jing Yuan’s clenched hands to his mouth,
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jagged with yearning and, overwhelmed, Jing Yuan can barely utterly Dan Feng's name. Tears form and fall as they well upon his snowy lashes, golden irises bright with sorrow and longing, but otherwise Jing Yuan's expression remains the same. It is as if he does not know he's
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#DanFeng
flirts as though he has already claimed them. His household will know to expect them (and one doesn’t even need to question why there’s a neat little bowl of bird seeds waiting primly at the windowsill in his study), and somehow it will seem like the spot next to him has
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make his heart hammer against his chest, a staccato rhythm not unlike his breaths, begging to be let out of the cage of his ribs holding it back: the very foundations paved over with regret, loneliness, and the steely self-discipline to not chase for scraps.
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Cloud-Piercer materialises and levels its point to his throat while Dan Feng regards him as nothing but a stranger, Jing Yuan is standing in ashes again and thinks it must be better to die than to ever have the other man look at him this way. Every piece of his broken heart is
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and ghosts his lips across a knuckle. “–and we’ll think of something, Dan Feng and I. Just say yes; stay here with us.” (And we’ll never let you be hurt again, is his silent promise.)
Jing Yuan closes his eyes and leans into Dan Feng’s hand. He entertains the thought of living
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fiercely, burning with contempt for himself and the words he cannot say. Dan Feng can feel the resolute line of his lips against his palm, the shift of his jaw as he grits his teeth.
Jing Yuan’s heart rends, frays itself to shreds as he asks for their forgiveness, and his own
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crying. Dan Feng, on the other hand, is barely able to hold back his stricken reaction when he realises his folly; Cloud-Piercer melts into nothingness as Jing Yuan says his name again, and it is like the call of a siren that makes Dan Feng close the distance between them to
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words sound like a far-off echo. Dan Feng’s warmth, Yingxing’s insistent grip on his hand, and the comforting scent of the jacket around his shoulders all start to fade except for the pain. But he is used to pain; he lets his eyes flutter shut in gentle crescents as his mouth
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stone bench, and he is equal parts regret and grief the moment he tells this other Jing Yuan that he must rejoin Yingxing and his Jing Yuan (he notices the subtle flinch, and the resounding pain in his heart echoes). 'Stay here,' he instructs, and undoes the fasteners to his
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when Jing Yuan attempts to smile to stop Dan Feng from frowning. 'It's me,' Jing Yuan whispers agreeably, willing to say anything - do anything - if it means he can be this close and breathe in the scent of lotuses and summer rainfall. Dan Feng eventually moves them to a nearby
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forward in an attempt to keep Yingxing in his line of sight. He lets his eyes fall shut as he regathers himself, to give himself a moment of calm, but they snap open again in shock when a quiet voice speaks from behind him, and Jing Yuan nearly trips in his haste to turn around.
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What he wants isn’t a lot, or shameful. It would be enough, wouldn't it? But even in dreams, or whatever this beautiful and terrible thing is, Jing Yuan does not allow himself to forget. He is not made anew, and every tired sinew in his ragged body tells him so. His chest aches
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in the outskirts of his beloved Luofu in a small and tidy shack far, far away from civilisation. He’d wake up unbothered and feed the birds; and, he’ll wait patiently by the door for Yingxing and Dan Feng to be able to sneak away for a visit. Jing Yuan won’t be greedy.
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not seem unreasonable to be so harsh on themselves whenever he looks upon Jing Yuan’s lips resolutely curved upwards. He sees how Jing Yuan’s hands continue to clutch at Dan Feng’s jacket settled over his shoulders, a white-knuckle grip that is a testament to his willpower.
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hide away from the world.
“What if,” Yingxing starts slowly, “you stayed here. With us?”
Dan Feng’s noble brow stitches together. All three of them understand the implications, but trust in Yingxing to give voice to his heart.
“Understand me when I say I don’t give a fuck
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centuries after he had lost Dan Feng to the sedition, but the cruel sting acutely reminds Jing Yuan of the first few nights after his world had turned to ash - back then, he had thought himself too weak to bear the hurt of being left behind and had wanted his own end. Now, as
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a younger him, a Jing Yuan with bright eyes and an sweet smile so like his own, but unburdened and unfettered, limned in the afternoon sun right before flying into Yingxing's arms. The sight roots Jing Yuan to the ground just as dread makes him feel as though he's sinking to the
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being the Divine Foresight all but gone, and instead he's in his youth and he n e e d s to run to yingxing right then and there, to swoop the man up in his arms - to hold and be held - and never let go; except the man is still laughing as he waves someone over. Another him,
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Sometimes, I just like to think about how Jing Yuan was surrounded by a bunch of overly protective people all on the path of destruction and how that dynamic worked out for them during diplomatic missions, on the battlefield, between the sheets--
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his flirtation turns into a quieter and more boyish charm. It’s not so much that he’ll woo you, but you’ll want to woo /him/ as every little response he gives—shy or otherwise—is an intoxicating pull.
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Dan Feng who has taken to standing as Yingxing occupies the other half of the stone bench, watches as pale hand reaches out to cup his face in apology. It is only then that Jing Yuan is unable to stop his smile from wavering, and instead bows his head into the touch as though to
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bottom of a still glade. Down there, he can understand with icy clarity that if Yingxing were to meet him as he is now, sorrowful and eroded by time, he would not afforded the same exasperated smile softened with a limitless fondness.
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But it’s the admission of his age that stuns Yingxing and Dan Feng into silence, his voice sounding every bit as burdened as the number implies. Yingxing - passionate, beautiful and glowing Yingxing - exhales in a disbelieving hiss, and with it goes all his fight. The blacksmith
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The red tie is a slash of colour against his bleak form as the winds of change whip against them on top of some colossal building.
"Oho~" Silver Wolf gives Ren a lopsided grin, "You look absolutely villainous."
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And, yes: of course all of my silly HCs of how the Xianzhou men flirt all somehow reference Jing Yuan. He's obviously the main character of Star Rail! 🤭
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Scraps of memories. Scraps of love. Scraps of anything to abate a longing so strong that it feels as though his skeleton is trying to crawl out of his body at night when his arm falls across the empty space of his bed. A million thoughts race in his mind, the steady worth of
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Jing Yuan!) fall silent. The general, so used to giving and seeing all the lovely hidden qualities in people as all great leaders do, wears the love and expectation of his admirers beautifully, but when feelings are directed to Jing Yuan and not only his title, then
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#Danheng
will say he does not flirt. However, for those who have been on the receiving end of it—or at least they think they have been (Jing Yuan, looking at you)—they’ll say that Dan Heng’s style is understated and direct. The man’s been chased through star systems and has lived
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way that no one really realises they’re being steered into a comfortable territory utterly controlled by the general until it’s too late—they’re already comfortably in the lion’s jaw. He’s always a dozen steps ahead and quick witted, silver-tongued, with his honeyed words lulling
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And, of course, Jing Yuan just being so, so wife material. Just look at those hips.
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making noncommittal grunts that answer: yes, Silver Wolf loved the treats. No, Elio did not say when they'll be in the star system again to visit altogether. No, he did not miss him. Yes, he wanted to see him in the sui-- Ren freezes as Jing Yuan's eyes crescent as he gives a
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his target into the surety of his words, the genuineness of his compliments. But, if someone is dogged enough to wrestle the conversation from him and manages to surprise him, his reliable words and affable praise (because if anyone uses harmless flirtation as a shield, it’s
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sly smile, and before the Stellaron Hunter can backtrack, the general is already easing out of his armaments. It's Ren's turn to stare, unabashed and standing his ground, but he already knows Jing Yuan's practised movements and how he is always meticulous in shedding his layers
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Hence he covers himself up even on the hottest days - easy lies slipping past his lips because: obviously, he's the general and should dress the part in his regalia and all - but even when he's in casual wear (hello, hanfu pfp) he's still quite overly dressed. Usually, it's his
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You have to find your fun where you can, and Silver Wolf is usually the one to suggest coordinated disguises for certain scripts. Kafka agrees with a quirk of her lips and a bemused giggle, going along with the girl's antics so long as it doesn't deviate from their parts given by
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@luochaarchives
I'm so glad I get to cry at 1:36 am! 😭 I juuust finished 1.4 and all my feelings are quite raw, but honestly-- all of this! 🥹 and the fact that they all return to the Luofu and take and take and take, and he's just there silently giving and not asking anything in return. AHH 😭
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better on you," the general murmurs with a fond smile that makes Ren want to press the man against the window sill... but he already has a date with destiny, and instead savours the gentle scent of jasmine curled around his neck when the rebellion of Japella happens.
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