"Little Jing Yuan"

"Little Jing Yuan"

How in the world did I fell even more in love with both of them with just one(1) drabble 💀🤭

Summary: "We were at war and yet here you are sipping tea.”

The Knight and General clashed weaspons.

Neither wanted to back down.

This battle would determine the outcome of war.

“You asshole! It’s your people who invaded our lands.”

The General of the Right of Briar Valley shouted, the Knight of Dawn grunted against the force.

“I know! I wish for a world where fae and humans get along. I do not have the power to make it so!”

“You coward! You could! If you grew a spine!”

Fae and Human locked in battle, unaware of their surroundings.

“I can’t! I have people I have to protect!”

“So do I! But you don’t see me fall under the heel of a greedy asshole, do you!”

So entranced were the two in combat, they failed to hear the rattling of a carriage and the hooves of horses.

“You-”

By the time they noticed, it was too late.

The ominous carriage stood before them, stopping the battle.

The Knight and General are shocked.

“What the fu-”

The horse neighed. One would think it was smirking, before the carriage’s door opened and sucked the two in.

Humans and Faes alike watch in stunned silence as their leaders were stolen away.

“What do you mean we have to attend school?!”

The Chairman of NRC look at the two in front of him. He seemed rather used to this disruptive behavior.

“Exactly that. The carriage has picked you two up and now you have no choice but to attend.”

Lilia held himself back from throttling the person in front of him, before gesturing to the knight right next to him.

“I get why it chose me. But why him!”

“The Enbony Carriage is never wrong. Everyone who has been chosen has always had a place at NRC.”

Lilia whirled to the man right next to him, only to be surprised at the calculative look in his eyes.

The Knight of Dawn turned towards him; the smile he gave shocked Lilia.

“Do you think they’ll stop the war if their main commanders are missing?”

You’re kidding-

“You seem to be taking this hard.”

The Knight of Dawn picked up his cup as he glanced across the table.

His enemy, now turned classmate, huffed at him in irritation.

“You’re taking it too easy. We were at war and yet here you are sipping tea.”

“I think of it as a vacation.”

Lilia snorted in response.

“Besides, you told me yourself to make my own choice. This is my answer.”

“Your answer is running away?”

“No, strategically missing.”

The Knight of Dawn sharply looked at Lilia Vanrouge, “Tell me. Do you believe my people stand a chance without me? Without me leading, they have no choice but to retreat and pause this war.”

He was not wrong. Lilia knew this.

Without their strongest warrior, they would be nothing. He could see how such a move would be in all their favor. It just irked him to see the knight calmly sipping tea…in the same dorm.

“I can’t believe that stupid relic put you in Diasomnia.”

The clank of cup meeting plate was the only sound in the lounge for a while.

“…maybe this was the answer to my prayers. A sign that it is possible for our kind to get along.”

Lilia couldn’t deny that nor could he deny the knight’s placement in Diasomnia. For all his gripes, the Knight of Dawn had all the qualities of those under the Thorn Fairy.

“A vacation huh? Sounds nice. I can get away from the menaces at home.”

Lilia picked up his cooled tea, almost dropping it at the words that came out of the human’s mouth next.

“Yes. I can stay away from that brat. Let’s see him try to wage his war without me.”

The gleam in his eyes accompanied by the slight smirk stunned Lilia briefly.

Hmm. Maybe the Knight of Dawn did belong at NRC...and Diasomnia.

Lilia drank his tea, school didn’t sound so bad after all.

This was influenced by this art. I couldn’t help but think “What would happen if the carriage kidnapped them? What if they were forced to be students? What then?”

And this was the result 🤣💞🌺

I also love to give the knight these glimpses of the deviousness and straightforwardness we see in Silver.

The Knight might be forced to follow Henrik, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have thoughts about it. 😂💞🔥

I had a lot of fun writing this one 💞🌺💙🌻

My god my girlies

MY GIRLIES. I am still crying, I am still crying about this. Every day I cry about this.

You bitched so hard about being forced to read 1984 in school when it’s so problematic (tm)

Maybe you should have actually paid attention when you read it

Because all these AI fics

You are LITERALLY MAKING THE GARBAGE NOVELS FROM 1984 that are written by machines

You have literally recreated the worthless soulless machine-made books

Literally,

Literally. Every once in a while it hits me in a fresh wave of disbelief and anger. You have literally created the dystopian book from the dystopian story about why dystopia is bad, and you are passing it around like it’s this amazing thing. I’m crying, I’m crying.

Imagine how curious about humanity Morax must have been when he first began ruling over them. Pre-Liyue and pre-Guili Assembly era. He probably didn't even have a human form then, so he'd lord his land in exuvia form.

"Why do you humans cover your bodies?" the draconic god asks you, eyes sweeping over the long tunic you're wearing. His elongated form coils nicely around the hilltop, with enough room still for his tail to swish around.

You're nearly sent rolling down this hill in surprise at your god's question. "Well, my lord," you squeak after a beat, "clothes protect us from the heat and cold. They also protect our modesty."

"Modesty?" he repeats.

Nodding, you continue meekly, "Our bodies are precious and certain parts are private. It's embarrassing for other people to see them..." Your face burns with every word you say.

The god mulls this over for a moment. "I see. It is a body possessed by all, yet it must be concealed...how intriguing."

Not wanting to let this drag on, you start to turn around. "I-if you'll excuse me, my lord, I need to go take a bath. It's been a long day outside..."

Morax seems to think for a moment. "Very well. Allow me to assist you." His tail wags.

Your eyes widen. "Assist with - with the bath?!"

"Yes. Why not?"

It feels like you'll explode from the mortification. "Modesty, my lord...I wish to protect my modesty!" You fret over whether he'll find it rude if you just took off and ran right about now.

Morax tilts his head, his fur whipping in the evening breeze. "But I am not a human, so you needn't protect yourself from me. And as a god, it is my duty to help my people where I am able."

"So kind of you, yes! But no thank you! Goodbye!" You practically tumble down the hill to get away, leaving a slightly nonplussed Morax behind.

Unfortunately, the river you go to bathe in is also the river Morax has decided to drink from today. He maintains eye contact with you the whole time.

━━ arms of gold .

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they hold you in bed ❀ ˎˊ- characters: dan feng, dan heng, luocha, blade, jing yuan ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: heavy in physical contact, dan feng gets a little possessive whoops ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: scratches head hey guys !!!!!! writing this to make myself feel better, yes i still have some requests but i'll get to them! just need to find the motivation so let me write some sillies heart eyes (also im aware that IL is not dan feng but like i need to fit my aesthetic so. heart eyes. also yall can really see who i had inspiration for LMAOOO (sorry bladie :( )

Dan Feng is, quite simply, a brat, and a brat who won't let you go the second he's behind closed doors. The second that the day is done, and he's freed from the grasp of his title, he pounces and clings onto you like a cat, forcing you to drag him around the house whenever you want to get anything done.

Personally, I can see Dan Feng being very physically affectionate, although he would rather die than ever admit it. It's not like he needs to though, since everyone can see how he always has to be touching you, whether it being with his tail around your arm or his hand clinging to your sleeve.

In bed, Dan Feng prefers to be the big spoon, regardless of height difference. Only on rare occasions will he let go of his pride and allow himself to be held. So for the most part, your nights together are spent with him embracing you from behind, his mouth pressed right on your pulse as he wraps himself around you.

Sometimes you'll feel his horns bump against your head as he nuzzles you, their luminescent glow like a gentle nightlight. They glow brighter when he has good dreams, a low purr rumbling against your back as he slumbers. Similarly, his tail, taking up a good 70% of the bed, wraps around your legs while Dan Feng's are draped over your hips. Every part of him has to touch you, hold you, and remind you that you are his, and his alone.

Contrary to his previous incarnation, Dan Heng is shy when it comes to physical contact. For the first few months in which he'd slept in the same bed as you, he'd kept himself to one side of the bed, afraid of even touching you.

When the Express was warm, he could do this easily. However, on the rare occasion that the engine can't provide as much heat as normal, Dan Heng's cold-blooded instincts take over, and his body moves to you against his will. Safe to say, when Dan Heng woke up to you, entangled in his arms, he malfunctioned and probably kicked you by accident.

Dan Heng can work with being a big spoon or small spoon, but what's important is that he sees your face. When his nightmares strike, he needs to know that you're there, still breathing and still alive in his embrace. More than once has he traced your features while you slept, your breathing lulling him back to sleep.

But on the fluffier side, he also tends to nuzzle you as you cuddle. Just rubbing his nose against yours is such an innocent act, and yet it never fails to make him melt against you. Dan Heng isn't a very verbal person, so he prefers to show his affection for you in the subtle ways - whether that be in his acts of service, or the slightest of touches.

If the time ever comes that Luocha is comfortable sleeping next to you, it means that he's finally grown to trust you. Luocha is used to the guards he dons around others, unused to letting it fall in another's presence.

He prefers to be the one holding you, rather than the other way around. Don't get him wrong, he loves you and adores your embrace, but to completely submit into your arms is asking a bit too much out of him. But Luocha makes up for it by telling you stories of his travels as a lullaby, keeping you at his side as he paints adventure after adventure with his voice.

Sometimes, he'd tease you for sleeping before his story ended, flicking your forehead gently as he lazily smirks at you. Even if you complain at him, Luocha only chuckles good-naturedly at you, cooing out an apology as he rubs where he'd flicked you.

Luocha always makes sure to fall asleep after you do. His heart warms as he watches you doze against his shoulder, and he can't help but trace your cheek before kissing your forehead, and closing his eyes himself.

And yet, he isn't as good as waking up before you can. On more than one occasion have you woken up to Luocha's peacefully slumbering face, just like that of a fairytale princess. His carefully practiced smile isn't there, but it doesn't make him any less beautiful. On the contrary, he is gorgeous, raw and natural, and graceful all the same.

The first time you woke him up, Luocha had been startled, panicked even, despite how gently you did it. He wasn't used to being waked up by another, much less waking up next to another. But as time passed on, he slowly grew to anticipate your touches, the tracing of his face drawing him from his dreams.

So now, when you welcome him back to reality, Luocha greets you with a smile - a tired, yet fond smile, devoid of any insincerity.

He'll never admit it, but Blade needs to be held when he sleeps. Never does he take the first step, so unless you pull him into you yourself, he'll stay on his side of the bed, afraid of touching you and pushing the boundary.

But the second your arms are around him, he latches onto you, practically molding himself into your chest. You are his safe haven, in your arms, he doesn't need to drive away nightmares - for they never come.

His ears are always pressed against your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep each and every night. His hands grasp at the back of your shirt, squeezing and kneading at your back muscles. Seldom does he ever look up at your face, content to keep his face buried in your neck, chest, or back. Yet he adores it when you run your fingers down his body, whether they trace his scars, his spine, or simply thread through his hair.

The shuddered breathes Blade lets out when you caress him are not of fear nor of lust, but of content. His skin may goosebump, and his spine tingle, but he finds that it is with your hands that he is able to rest without his past chasing him.

Jing Yuan is somehow both the most annoying and the most comfortable cuddler here.

With Jing Yuan, there's no such thing as big spoon or little spoon. Whoever gets on the bed first is the pillow for the night, and if you're smaller than Jing Yuan, it'd be in your best interest to abstain from the mattress until the general himself decides to rest. Otherwise, you'd wake up with not one, but two lions draped over you as both Jing Yuan and Mimi keep you pinned to the bed.

But his weight isn't uncomfortable, as long as you can stick your head out to breathe (which can be difficult considering that both Mimi and Jing Yuan have a ridiculous amount of hair). On the contrary, Jing Yuan's large frame, coupled with the weight of his muscle on top of you makes you feel safe, protected.

When you're the one on top, Jing Yuan makes for one of the greatest, if not the greatest pillows on the Luofu. Whenever he breathes, his chest swells, taking you up and down with it in a rhythmic pattern. The tiniest snores he lets out rumble against you like the thunder he commands, and one arm is always around you, keeping you secured against him as he dozes in the Luofu's afternoon sun.

But be warned though, Jing Yuan is clingy, even more so than the others. His words of "5 more minutes" are really a translation for a few more hours, and it's difficult to say no to a face with his - especially if he starts pouting. You suppose it's fine, though, to be late once in a while, if it means you can see Jing Yuan's face visibly light up.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

Unstable beat.

╰┈➤ ❝ Content preview: Smut, kinda monsterfucking(?), featuring dan heng IL, breeding, oversimulation, around 0,3k words. 18+

repost from archived blog

In his dragon form, Dan Heng becomes more territorial and possessive over you, whom he considers as his mate and the thought of filling up you with his cum until it drips, turns him on immensely.

With the double pair and wide of his length, he likes to tease it near your clothed cunt by rubbing it up and down, pushing your limits so you couldn't forget that no one can do it like he does, with the use of his tongue and pointy nails all over your upper body until you're begging for him to finally sink in.

Once his top cock is buried in while the other is outside grinding against the bud of your clit, he'll simulate you like crazy.

Inside clenching around his length as his tip kept kissing soft spots, his other one continued to make the bud hard and throbbing, a few pairs of pointy nails rubbing your perked nipples in a circular movement.

The intense scent coming from you would increase his hunger with scratches, bitings and a few hollow marks that would be left almost everywhere on your body from Dan Heng to visibly show his territory as his instinct.

And soon, all of his movements that were happening at the same time rapidly made you reach the verge of climax already. But he wasn't going to let you cum already, he was going to make it worse instead.

Deep voice that came in contact with your earing as he whispered naughty things in, sweet naughty things to be precise while he continued to a more frenzy pace.

"You...you can hold it for a moment, right? Be a very...very good girl and i'll reward you with something be~tter."

He knows just what to say to get you begging for more, to make you moan and whine for a longer pleasure as he pushed you to the edge, to the breaking point so he could see you turn into a trembling mess once he's done swelling your stomach.