Golden Child , Lion Boy , Tell Me What It's Like To Conquer / / Jing Yuan . . .

golden child , lion boy , tell me what it's like to conquer / / jing yuan . . .

as his wife, you have the right to dream of other possibilities, right?

warnings: married!jing yuan and reader, f!reader, use of pet names (love), no y/n, spoilers for the luofu storyline, jealousy, suggestive themes, lowercase intended

w/c: 635 words

a/n: double upload!?!?! cant help it i love this man so much lord help me, art cred: mugenoumi on twt

"you seem to be enjoying your time with those finches."

soft clicks of shoes stepping on the wooden floor reach the general's ears, and as well as the birds he was currently devoting his attention to. jing yuan knew better than to frustrate his wife, however he can't won't seem stop making that pout appear.

"and you know better than to be jealous of some innocent birds, love." the resonant voice of his leaves faint echoes in the chamber. he hums happily as your hands snake around his waist, your face buried in his back. "not m' fault- i missed you," your muffled voice tickles his back, earning you a chuckle.

he gently releases the birds, much to your pleasure. "there. they're gone now, but you ought to open your heart to them. they're excellent companions."

"better companions than me?" you prod with an eyebrow raised. he turns around to face you, and now you can finally see your husband's infuriatingly handsome portrait once more. hundreds of years have passed since your union with jing yuan, and yet he still leaves you breathless each time.

long locks of golden white hair frame his head, stray strands everywhere. it's a common sight for your eyes these days, the ten-lords commission giving your husband more work to do these days, especially after the incident with phantilya. noticing your internal worry, he cradles you in his arms.

"now, now. would i have stuck with you for this long if i'd found better a companion? you think too much, love."

"and you think too little." you buried your face yet again in the crook of his neck. it was times like these when you wished you and your husband were not such important figures to the xianzhou, daydreams of you and jing yuan living a simple life away from here plague your mind almost every day.

"some people think me a fool, reduced down from a feared general to a lazy idiot who can't seem to pick up a pen for the life of him."

"and what do you say to that?"

he grins down at you, the outer corners of his eyes wrinkling with his breathy laugh. "i agree with them. however, there's one thing they do have wrong."

this piques your interest, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him. you tilt your head to the side, encouraging him to continue. "well?"

with sudden enthusiasm, he picks you up and spins you around, your back now hitting the cool concrete of some wall in the room. however, you don't have time to think about what had just happened, as he stole your lips and your breath in that same second.

his lips moved against yours with passion, arms coiling around you in a tight grip. kisses with jing yuan were usually slow and sensual, nothing like the show he's putting on for you right now. you swear you could feel your lips go numb, both of you breathing into each other like you'd never breathe again.

he finally pulls away, a thin strand of saliva connecting you both still. he sighs deeply with a smile on his face. "i've already conquered a feat very few people have before. your love and loyalty to me."

you giggle at the mushy confession. general or not, he'd still be your loving husband. "you can never not have the last word, can you?"

"no ma'am." and he pulls you in again, this time going back to his usual kisses. slow, sensual, and sultry.

a few moments later, something soft and bushy made contact with your leg. your husband's hair was certainly not that long, and you know for a fact you don't have a carpet this fluffy in this room...

"jing, i think mimi wants your attention as well."

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OH MY GOSH, YES!!!

— OLD HABITS kaeya x gn!reader | angst, insecure kaeya | 538 words. cw. alcohol, break-ups, hinted unhealthy relationship, hurt/no comfort, mentions of kaeya's past & crepus' death, not proofread. note. i'm hurting so kaeya hurts too.

perhaps KAEYA knew better than to delve into something so precious, fragile. he knew better than to be trusted with your delicate heart, to hold it in his rough, calloused hands and cradle it close to his chest. part of him was convinced that he deserved this; he deserved to know what love was and have a safe, secure place to call home. a house that isn't made of anger, regret nor shouting. no walls with holes punched into them, no stormy nights curled up under bedsheets letting the rain drown out his cries. he deserved to know what it was like for someone to stay by his side.

but kaeya also knew that he wouldn't achieve that with you. nothing on your behalf, never - kaeya couldn't blame for you for anything to save his own life, he loved you too much. it was all kaeya, every time he saw his own reflection in the bathroom mirror of your shared house in the mirror before he left for work. every time he stared out of the knights of favonius's headquarters' windows at the sunset, the one he should have been watching with you on a plaid crocheted blanket at starsnatch cliff.

old habits die hard, they burn until the flame ceases to exist and with them, they take the most precious thing you're not ready to say goodbye to. as kaeya stands at the foot of the bed, staring at the untouched sheets specifically where you would lay, he determines that he's learnt his lesson. the faint stench of wine on his breath, his mind foggy as tears brim that eye of his, dark and resembling the darkest depths of the ocean that teyvat dare not touch. they sting, a choked sob leaving a bitter taste in his mouth when reality sets in.

drinking isn't going to solve it. it's not going to bring you back, not win you over and convince you he's worthy of your fragile heart and devoted love. that he's a changed man and will learn from his past mistakes. he wants to pull you flush into his chest, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and unwilling to let you go as he tells you he loves you, repeating it like a mantra. kaeya would give anything in teyvat just to have a second chance at loving you, treating you better and teaching you that by the archons, he can love and he will love.

but the wardrobe is void of your things; your favourite glass to drink water out of in the mornings is dried and placed back in the cabinet, not on your nightstand. your pillow is cold with not a crease in it - kaeya refuses to lay on your side of the bed, - and most importantly, he can't hear that laugh of yours he was so in love with. the melodic sound of it drowning out the pain of his past, the trauma that bubbled in his chest whenever it storms and suddenly he can see crepus' body again, a moment too late.

old habits die hard, maybe he'd already learnt that lesson and simply chose to ignore it in a blind form of love, praying that this time was different.

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