Constantly refers to you as his Muse. Not a day goes by that Helen doesnβt use you for free modeling. His love language is you taking pictures of yourself turned 45 degrees and facing the sun for shading purposes.Β
Your dates are winepainting, picnicking, and going to a hobby lobby so Helen can buy more sketchbooks that he wonβt use.Β
His biggest dream is to visit famous museums from different parts of the globe. He will shit-talk the Mona Lisa as being overrated, then apologize as his ego got the better of him.Β
Has five pairs of the same navy blue suit which he cares for dearly. Itβs a struggle to put him in casual clothing because even his pajamas are high quality. If you ever got married, he will be wearing one of those damn suits.Β
He hides in his studio whenever company comes over. Itβs not out of shyness or lack of social skills, he just genuinely hates people in his house, and forbid they ever try to waltz into his studio.Β
When it comes to cuddling, Helen isnβt an initiator, he wonβt mind if you lay on top of him or curl into his side. Just donβt smother him with your body heat, he likes to stay at a perfect temperature when he sleeps.Β
the eleven harbingers and some kinks/fetish headcanons
there's not enough shit out in the world about these guys; kink listed next to name
minors or ageless accs dni
arlecchino -- impact play (hints of: D/S, SM)
she has a nice set of whips and canes collected over the years. she's not exactly sadistic, but she enjoys watching your ass turn red from strikes and the way you whimper from pain each time. usually involves some sort of counting, where messing up restarts the count, and a reward at the end of each session. it's an act of dominance for her, but also a sense of controlling the pain-pleasure inflicted upon you. a way that she knows she still has autonomy over her power and measuring herself.
capitano -- wax play (hints of: temperature play, masochism)
it's more about the sensation than it is the act itself. for you, he uses safer waxes intended for massage, often times dripping it down your back and on your thighs before massaging it into your skin. a type of body worship involving feeling your skin against his, even if he can't really feel it; for himself, though, the wax is hot. it is hot and can blister you, if you weren't careful, but pour it onto his chest and listen to the long rumble of a moan that leaves him. its genuinely one of the few ways he can still experience sensation, and therefore, pleasure.
columbina -- somnophilia (hints of: oral fixation)
entirely consensual, she adores somnophilia. the act of waking up mid orgasm or being touched inappropriately, or touching you inappropriately, does things to her. she enjoys the soft quiet of it, but the act of vulnerability within having the trust and control to only do so much. her favorite is to generally have her mouth somewhere sensitive, lazily suckling and licking and occasionally biting until you rouse or move in your sleep. for her, however, she enjoys getting woken up with your head between her legs, a small whine already leaving her throat as you bring her to orgasm.
[omega] dottore -- medical play (hints of: bloodplay, knifeplay)
the quickest way to get his attention and to keep it during sex. laying you out on a table and marking your body like a cadaver's, dragging clean sterile scalpels across your skin... it actually makes him salivate a little. he talks through the process the entire time, usually with a clipboard in hand as he writes down information about your body. he pokes at veins with gloved fingers, pinches your skin and pulls it to see the elasticity. allow him to tag you like a real body and he might actually cum in his pants.
pulcinella -- powerplay (hints of: age difference, objectification)
do not let age fool you. he's mean. he will hold his rank over you, a mean streak almost as long as dottore's. having the power over you like that, reminding you that you are lesser, truly makes him behave like a young man again. sometimes he won't treat you like a person, only a source of pleasure that he dismisses once you're both cleaned up and finished. the dismissal itself is a source of pleasure for him.
pantalone -- nylon (hints of: dry humping, breath play, lingerie)
he loves watching you put on stockings or tights just to tear them off. he buys the highest quality, embroidered with lace and design or with a full set of lingerie. his makes you change slowly, often times the act itself being foreplay before he rips the delicate fabric out of impatience. sometimes he prefers grinding his bulge against your barely-covered thigh, one hand wrapped around your throat as the other holds a cigarette. his rings press more into your neck than his fingers do, but you feel the weight of his hand anyway.
pierro -- uniform (hints of: age difference, chastity)
one of his favorite things is dressing you up in clean fatui uniform. He personally dresses you, pressing out creases in your shirt and buttoning up your coat slowly. the clean cut appearance, alongside the status it brings to you, gives pierro a wonderful piece of eye candy to enjoy. sometimes he's a little handsy, maybe a grope or a pat in an inappropriate place, but he keeps his urges steady. he's a gentleman, or he tries to be, an air of seniority that leads to him not wanting to scare you off or come off as creepy.
sandrone -- machinery (hints of: exhibitionism, orgasm denial/chastity)
she's an inventor, and usually more into her research often than not, but if you make your case she'll oblige- to a degree. machines set to keep you on edge, stimulated just enough for the arousal to stay but not enough to cum. she's got it to a science, now, designing machines and devices to pleasure you while she's arms deep in work. sometimes, at tea parties, she'll have you sat out on a a fucking-machine for your chair while she enjoys her beverage, only asking questions to goad you into making a snarky comment- just so she can lower the pace and interrupt the flow.
scaramouche/wanderer -- electrostimulation (hints of: humiliation)
he's prone to accidentally shocking you sometimes when he's emotional. this translates to sex, although he finds real pleasure in doing so; watching you flinch from the static shock of his fingertips against your skin, forcing your nerves to respond to his touch, it drives him crazy. if you notice this behavior, you can comment on it; point out the obvious, highlight how he's a pervert for it, and he'll be putty in your hands.
la signora -- dominant/submissive (hints of: petplay, sex parties)
she has a collection of collars and leashes she loves to style on you. sometimes she just has you model them, fitting them on you herself and cooing how sweet you look for her. prone to leading you to bed where she'll have you call her "my lady", where she makes you kneel between her legs and tug on your leash until she's satisfied. on occasion, she has you don a mask and walks you around anonymous sex parties, allowing the others there to look, but never touch.
tartaglia -- primal play (hints of: sadomasochism)
a lot of the times sex with tartaglia involves a lot of grunting. he's very vocal, sometimes growling if he's pent up enough, and likes biting and marking. he enjoys seeing the aftermath of you both biting at each other like animals, both of you marked up with hickeys, scratches and bitemarks. tartaglia enjoys hearing you hiss in pain from his bites, but he loves when you scratch and draw a little blood. the pain makes him work harder.
you're in a crisis !! the crisis being there's only one bed
content tags β featuring: hsr men (not everyone though) | fluff, whatever thing is going in on your relationship, except they have a little crush on you, kind of crack, headcanons | wc: 1.2k
jellyfish notes β guys my phatass cat wont stop hoarding the bed
Phainon is gaslighting himself into thinking that the floor looks the most comfortable even if it actually wasnβt. He absolutely thinks itβs the superior optionβsure, his back will hate him tomorrow but at least his dignity remains intact. He avoids admitting that the bed is fine as if he would die the moment he utters his predicament. When you finally drag him to the mattress after what seems to be hundreds of years of insisting, he lies so rigidly he could practically become a table at this point. The barrier of a single pillow between you is a joke. He hates how hyper-aware and sensitive he can be of every shift you make, every rustle of fabric, and when morning comes, heβs a sleep-deprived mess staring at the ceiling. βThis is fine. Weβre fine. Everythingβs fine.β
Anaxagoras sees nothing worth panicking overβhe raises an eyebrow at your hesitation. βItβs just a bed,β he says, βthe both of us will just sleep on it,β he says. Unless you want to complain, then you should go sleep on the couch or the floor or the bathroom even. It is as simple as that (heβs on that nonchalant sh). The problem is he hoards the blanket as if he owns it. The man literally has it trapped under his weight like a wrestler pinning an opponent and youβre left shivering with what you have, wondering why you ever trusted him.
Before you could even say anything, Mydei is already walking to the couch and flopping down on it. When asked if heβs going to sleep on the bed later, heβll only say that itβs all yours to have. Discussion closed. If you toss a pillow at him, heβll catch it without opening his eyes before tucking it under his headβthatβs the most youβll get from him.
You should have known what a little shit Caelus is. He'll opt for sleeping on the floor, right close to the bed where you can completely see him, even though there is a perfectly fine couch over there that is possibly more comfortable than the ground he insists on. He is committed to the bit, escalating his performance into Oscar-worthy height, sprawled all over the ground like a fallen hero in a musical. βThe aching," he moans, clutching a throw pillow to his chest like a deathbed prop. βUGH, my back! If only someone is so kind as to offer me something warmβ¦ like a bed. This is not directed to you, [Name]. How could I ever be so scandalous and greedy to take something away from you.β Except heβs being scandalous. Is this his way of making you feel guilty? Yes. Is it working? Terribly so.
Itβs hard to tell what Dan Heng is thinking at the moment, especially with his silence. But suddenly, he moves with the precision of a mechanical robot, prepares the bed and tells you that youβll have it while he sleeps somewhere else. However, it takes three logical appealsββThe chair will ruin your back"β, one impulsive grab at his sleeve, and his own traitorous exhaustion before he relents and lies down. Itβs a little quiet, donβt you think? Is he already asleep? Apparently not, because the ceiling looks more interesting than any kind of dream right now. Eventually, youβll find yourself asking him random questions to which he answers anyway until you fall asleep. Dawn reveals him exactly where he started, spine straight, hands folded on his chest, as if heβs some kind of a display. The only evidence he ever moved at all is the blanket now tucked over your shoulders.
Jing Yuan finds some kind of delight or entertainment in this situation. Heβs having way too much fun with this, so much so that he teases you so much and you have to smack him repeatedly until he stopsβhe doesnβt though, and youβre so close to just grabbing his lips with your hand. Grinning, heβll say: βBut why would I sleep on the couch? Thereβs a bed over there.β or something like, βOh, youβre sure you donβt want to share?β. In the end, you cannot completely win against him so the two of you end up in the same space, only a few inches apart because as fate would have it, thereβs only one pillow too.
Give Sunday a moment to just process and look if there are any other beds in the room. When he finally realizes thereβs one and nothing else, yeahhhβ¦ flustered at the thought of being on the same bed as you? Maybe, but he still tries to be a gentleman and offers for you to take the bedβs comfort and heβll look for something to work with for his sleep. He is just so close to crackingβhis princely composure fading into nothing as he debates the ethics of sharing versus his very obvious crush. "Perhapsβ¦ if we both face opposite walls?" he suggests weakly, like thatβll somehow erase the tension. When you finally tug him onto the bed, he lies so still youβd think heβs in a coffin, hands clasped over his chest like a vampire praying for restraint.
Yeah, you and Boothill are sharing that bed despite you insisting that the two of you would not fit in it. You have no choice at all. And somehow, your crisis went from where to sleep to how to sleep because he moves a lot like heβs in some kind of boxing competition in his dreams. He is a one-man apocalypseβhe is both the zombie and the survivor, flipping, rolling, and doing everything but not giving you peace. You ended up kicking him out of frustration, perhaps a little too hard because he nearly fell to the groundβ-amazingly, he didnβt wake up. Annoyingly, he just comes back like a boomerang and by morning, youβre a shell of a person, while he stretches like he had the best sleep in his entire life.
That is no problem at all because Blade does not fucking sleep. Somehow, that stresses you out.
Dr. Ratio would sigh and ask whether you prefer the bed, the floor, or the couch (if there is any). Whatever you choose, youβre sleeping there, although it seems kind of stupid to give you the illusion of choice because heβll scold you if you choose anything else other than the bed. Say what? Youβre choosing the couch? Okay, have fun sleeping on the bed. Unbelievable, he has logicked you into submission. And when words fail and you still protest, he lifts you like a misbehaving kitten and drops you onto the mattress (those muscles are not just for display). "Go to sleep," he commands, looming over you like a crazed professor.
With the ever-loving gentleman Argenti, youβre always taken care of and considered by him. He is just insufferably chivalrous. "A flower as delicate as you deserves the finest rest," heβll say, gesturing to the bed like itβs a throne. Heβs draping you in blankets, tucking you under them like youβre some kind of fragile artifact, then afterwards, he prepares to rest on a single-cushioned chair. He will not be swayed no matter what you say, so just go sleep and donβt worry about him.
One bed? No worries, Aventurine will just get another room for himself. No room either? Guess, youβre stuck with him now. βWhatβs the harm in sharing, friend?β What you imagined to be a night of fine wine and dinner ends up in a mess of pillow-fighting after you threw one directly on his face, to which he retaliated, and you, too, also retaliated until it ended into this chaos. Finally, when you grudgingly settle in and resigned to your fate, lounging on your side of the bed, you fall asleep to the sound of his laugh and his whispered words of goodnight. Youβll wake up baffled, however, as you see him curled on the couch, one arm dangling off, having silently relocated sometime in the night. The audacity of this man to play chivalrous after wrecking the room.
Someone points out how the two of you always hold hands when together
featuring. caelus, dan heng - imbibitor lunae form, jing yuan, jiaoqiu, moze, blade, luocha
cw/tags (19+ Only | DNI if younger). fluff, unestablished relationship
Caelus
The observation deck of the Luofu was quieter at that hour, lantern-light pooling amber across the wooden rails. You were leaning into Caelus's side watching the clouds drift below and his hand laced through yours.
March noticed first. She rounded the corner with her camera raised, froze, and lowered it with a grin so wide it practically split her face.
"You two are always like that," she said, delighted. "Every single time!"
You felt Caelus go still for a half second, then he looked down at your joined hands like he only just noticed, and a slow helpless smile broke across his face. He turned it away quickly, but not quickly enough.
"I... hadn't noticed," he said, which was such an obvious lie that you laughed.
"Liar." you teased.
"I mean--" He turned your hand over in his, studying your fingers like it was a puzzle he was trying to work out. "It just happens. I'm not doing it on purpose."
"Does that mean you'd stop if you thought about it?"
He looked up at you, actually considering it instead of deflecting. He was quiet for a moment.
"No," he said finally. "Probably not."
You squeezed his hand and he squeezed back immediately, his hand answering for him before he could with words.
"Well...good," you responded plainly, feeling heat bloom on your face.
He made a small, embarrassed sound and looked back out at the sky. His thumb started moving in slow circles against your knuckles, and you weren't sure he knew he was doing it.
March was still hovering throughout all of this, and you heard the distinct click of a camera shutter.
"March, I swear--"
"For the scrapbook!" she called, already retreating. "You'll thank me later!~"
Caelus exhaled a laugh through his nose. "She's not wrong."
"Don't encourage her."
"I like it," he said quietly. "I like...this."
You tucked your face against his shoulder to hide your grin. "Yeah, so do I."
Dan Heng - Imbibitor Lunae
His horns were always one of the last things to go, followed by the subtle scales on his skin.
They receded in slow tides downwards, iridescent, catching the light in ways that made you marvel at the sight. His breathing was ragged and his hands were shaking still from the earlier battle.
You reached for him, fingers finding his before closed around them in a firm hold, pressing his trembling palm flat against yours.
His pupils were still slitted when they found your face, unfocused, breathing more relaxed now. The scales along his wrist thinned, flickered, before dissolving against your skin
It took three minutes until his horns dissapeared against his head. You had counted before. Without your hand, it sometimes took closer to ten minutes.
Himeko was standing a few paces back when you finally looked up. She had her arms folded, watching as though she just confirmed a theory she had for a while now.
"Every time," she said simply.
Dan Heng pulled his hand from yours in that moment, as though he realized he had borrowed your time once again without asking.
"It helps him come back faster," you explained, although it came out more defensive than you intended.
"I can see that." Himeko's voice was gentle. "I'm not questioning it. I'm just noting that you also hold his hand when he hasn't transformed at all. At breakfast. On the Express. Walking through port."
The silence that followed was Dan Heng's particular kind, the sort that filled with everything he was choosing not to say. He flexed his fingers once, studying them like they belonged to someone else.
"It started... as a necessity," he said quietly.
"And now...?" you quietly asked.
He looked at you before looking back to his hands.
"Now I look for your hand without any reason."
You took his hand again and his fingers closed around yours immediately without any hesitation.
"Then stop letting go after," you told him.
He nodded once with a small smile and didn't let go of your hand again for the rest of the evening.
Jing Yuan
Yanqing fell into step beside you both somewhere between the Exalting Sanctum and the Alchemy Commission, matching Jing Yuan's unhurried stride with restless energy.
"Can I ask you something?" Yanqing said, directed at Jing Yuan but glancing at you.
"You may."
"Do you two ever not hold hands?"
You looked down. Your fingers were threaded through Jing Yuan's, resting in the space between you where your arms swung gently with each step. His grip was loose but certain.
You honestly couldn't remember reaching for his hand. It might have been at the door, although it could have been earlier.
"We take breaks," you offered.
"When?" Yanqing asked, genuinely.
Jing Yuan tilted his head as though this recollection required calculation. "I believe there was a Thursday perhaps."
"I'm being serious!" Yanqing said, mouth twitching. "The Cloud Knights are talking about it. Someone started a tally."
"A tally," you repeated flatly.
"Of what?" Jing Yuan asked.
"Consecutive days. The current count is forty-something."
You groaned. Jing Yuan looked delighted in the particular way that involved his expression barely changing at all, just the corners of his mouth tilting up.
"Tell them the real number is higher," Jing Yuan said. "Their intelligence-gathering needs work."
"You're impossible," you told him.
He hummed. His thumb traced a line across the back of your hand, idle and sure. "You chose this you know."
"I chose you. The hand-holding was your idea."
"And you've lodged no formal complaints yet."
"I'll lodging one now if you want." you shot back.
"No need." He brought your hand up, pressed his lips once against your knuckles without breaking stride. "Your complaint is already denied."
Yanqing made a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan and quickened his pace until he was several steps ahead. "I'm walking in front. I'm not watching this."
"Smart boy," Jing Yuan murmured. "I've trained him well."
You bumped your shoulder into his arm and he absorbed it with ease as he folded your hand more firmly into his.
Jiaoqiu
It started months ago after he lost his sight, your fingers become a compass he never asked for but never refused. At some point necessity turned into habit it, and neither of you acknowledged it.
The festival crowd hummed around you as Jiaoqiu steered you by scent for the last hour, pulling you through the lantern-lit streets with his tail swaying behind him. He stopped at a stall, ears perking forward.
"Here." He picked something up from the counter, a skewer of something glazed and fragrant, and brought it toward your mouth with his free hand. His other hand stayed locked in yours. "Try this. Open."
You leaned forward and bit. Sweet, smoky, the glaze cracking between your teeth. "That's really good."
"I know. I could smell it from three streets away." His thumb was moving across your knuckles. He did that when he was pleased. You didn't think he realized.
"Sooo," Feixiao said from behind you, "is tonight the night, or are you two going to hold hands for another six months?"
Jiaoqiu's ears flattened for a split moment before they righted themselves. "Feixiao. How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to watch you hand-feed her. Very platonic of you."
"I was sharing food. It's polite."
"All while still holding her hand. You hold her hand whenever she's around." Feixiao stepped around to face you both. "You even did so through that entire Seat of Divine Foresight briefing last week."
"She was nervous."
"She was asleep."
You choked on the skewer. Jiaoqiu's mouth twitched, caught, and the tips of his ears flushed darker than usual.
"My question stands," Feixiao continued, grinning. "Are you making a move tonight, or not?"
Jiaoqiu turned toward you with a composed expression, but his fingers shifted in yours, lacing them tighter.
"That depends," he said quietly, "on whether she wants me to."
The festival noise filled the pause. You squeezed his hand once. Twice.
His ears lifted. "Understood." he confirmed to himself, squeezing your hand back.
Moze
"Fourteen steps and neither of you has broken contact. That must be a new record." Jiaoqiu teased.
Moze's hand tightened around yours out of reflex, as though something he thought was hidden got dragged into the open.
You stopped walking and Moze stopped alongside you. Jiaoqiu was leaning against a pillar with his arms folded, ears angled toward you both, tail curling with amusement.
"How did you even--" you started.
"Two sets of footsteps falling at the same rhythm, close enough to share a shadow. You don't need sight to figure out something that obvious." he smiled. "Moze, you're usually quieter than this. She's thrown off your gait."
Moze said nothing, jaw set. His hand had not let go of yours, which you suspected was the loudest thing he had ever done in front of another person.
"It's not a problem," you said, because someone had to speak.
"I never said it was." Jiaoqiu tilted his head. "I think it's sweet. The most feared Shadow Guard on the Luofu, walking around holding hands like a schoolboy on a festival date."
"Jiaoqiu." Moze's voice was flat, but the warning came through clear.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving." Jiaoqiu pushed off the pillar, still smiling, and passed you both. His tail deliberately brushed your arm as he went.
The corridor was quiet again and Moze exhaled through his nose.
"You can let go," you told him. "If that made you uncomfortable."
He looked at you. His expression gave almost nothing, but his hand stayed in place.
"No, I prefer this." he said.
You smiled, nodded and started walking again and he matched your step, firming the grip he had on yours.
Fourteen steps became twenty. Then forty. He did not let go at that number continued increasing.
Blade
You were sitting on the floor of a safehouse and Blade was beside you, back against the wall with his eyes closed. Your hand had found his twenty minutes ago and he let it happen.
Kafka walked in without knocking.
Her eyes dropped to your joined hands and stayed there. The smile that crossed her face was slow and curling.
"Oh~" she said. "Is this a new development?"
Blade's hand was gone before she finished her sentence. He pulled it back like your touch had burned him, fingers curling against his own thigh, jaw tight. He didn't look at you.
Kafka tilted her head. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No," Blade said.
You grabbed his hand back.
You did it hard, with an angry huff that came out louder than you meant.
Your fingers locked around his and pressed them flat against the floor between you. He went rigid as he stared at your hand on his.
"Stop doing that," you said.
"Doing what."
"Pulling away every time someone sees. Like you're something I should be embarrassed about. Or it is the other way around?"
The silence was heavy. Kafka leaned against the doorframe, watching, and for once she did not fill it with something clever. Even she knew when to leave a wound alone.
Blade's voice came out rough. "Don't be foolish" he said in regards to your last remark. "... Regardless, you should let go."
"No."
"I'm not--" He stopped. Started again. The words sounded like they were being dragged out of him. "This isn't a part of my script."
"Well that sucks for you, but your script doesn't get to decide that for me."
He looked at you as bewildered as you're ever seen him be.
Your grip tightened and his hand turned slowly, until his fingers threaded through yours and gripped hard until his knuckles were taut.
Kafka exhaled quietly and slipped out the door.
Luocha
The market in Cloudford had been busy enough to justify standing close.
At least, that was the excuse you had been using for the last hour, but it was wearing thin, because the crowd had thinned out ten minutes ago and your hand was still in Luocha's.
He hadn't mentioned it. He carried his bag over one shoulder and held your hand with the other as he examined dried herbs at a stall with composed focus.
You were studying a display of ceramic bowls when the stall owner, an older woman, looked between you and Luocha and smiled.
"Your husband has good taste," she said, nodding toward him. "He always picks out the best ginger root I have. You're lucky, keep a good hold on that hand of his."
You opened your mouth to correct her, but Luocha spoke first.
"She's too kind to admit it, but she's the one who spotted this stall the first time we came through." He set the ginger on the counter and reached into his coat for payment, his other hand still holding yours, steady and uninterrupted. "I just followed along."
The woman laughed while you stared at him. He didn't look at you, but the corner of his mouth lifted enough to confirm that he knew what he had done.
You waited until you were three stalls away before pulling him to a stop.
"You didn't correct her."
"Correct her on what?"
"She called you my husband."
"Did she?" He said as though it was unremarkable news about the weather. "I must not have noticed."
"You notice everything, you wouldn't let a detail like that slip by."
He turned toward you and adjusted his grip on your hand, lifting it slightly to press his thumb into the curve of your palm.
"Perhaps I simply didn't find it worth correcting."
Your breath caught but he started walking towards the next stall with you in tow.
a/n. here's another hsr reaction i had ready before my surprise trip--least to say, i was really in a fluff mood earlier this month
π»πΎ: Potential spoilers for his lore, simple sparring, other than that there are none. No pronouns are used or implied.
πΊππ π ππππ: Phew, this one was a little more difficult for me. A lot of HSR characters have a lot of lore and backstory to them, and a certain way they act that makes it hard to write for my little ping pong ball brain so Iβm not too proud of this one. My apologies for the delay, please enjoy!
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β’ Jing yuan is a very fastidious man, meaning he pays attention to detail and accuracy even if itβs small. This applies to his job, and you especially. He notices small habits that you probably never paid attention to, and little changes in your expressions when you react a certain way. If something in your demeanor changes negatively, he doesnβt step in unless he knows how bad it actually is. If itβs small, heβll work on little actions or say something silly to make you smile again.
⒠Speaking of that, you can definitely count on him teasing you a lot, or pulling small pranks on you all so he can see your reaction. Will you get annoyed at him, scold him, or simply laugh? Hm⦠a curious thought. It is possible to turn the tables on him, though. He is so rarely outsmarted that even Fu xuan has trouble predicting him. If you do win in a game of chess against him, color him both impressed and proud.
β’ The general has a lot of forms of affection; Physical touch, words of affirmation when itβs needed, and quality time. Jing yuan is a busy man, that makes all time he spends with you precious to him. It could be a simple sparring match, watering his garden with him, or just snoozing together! If he notices that you arenβt taking a break between work, count your days because you are now unable to escape his arms. Work is important, but getting enough nap time is equally important too.
β’ In Jing yuanβs long life, heβs had many regrets. Some may have been resolved, but some may still linger. As I mentioned before, sparring with you eases his mind. There are people out there who are willing to use you as leverage against him, and that is a terrifying prospect for him. He is a general who will minimize the losses even if it puts him into deep water. Even when playing a chess game, even if you play your cards right, there is always an opportunity for you to lose. That includes him too. With you, he doesnβt want to take his chances, you matter just as much as everyone in the Luofu.
β’ On a lighter note, you might be the main reason why Yanqing is so spoiled. He doesnβt need any more swords, beloved. Though he finds himself unable to voice his opinion when both you and his trainee are giving him such sweet, begging eyes. Oh fine, heβll let it slide this one millionth time. With Jing yuan, his love isnβt exactly too intense; itβs filled with a quiet certainty. When he thinks about forever, he thinks of you.
βI hold little interest in a legacy throughout generations. In you, howeverβ¦ I see an attainable future many dream of. I hope you will continue to stay by my side no matter what stands in the way of that.β
Jing Yuan is annoying, that's what you call him constantly. But do not fret, that man hears the insult in one ear and out the other.
The most he'll do is fake a complain as he pulls you closer, he wants to be as close as possible. Even if it results in you being squished by his much larger form, but he'll never hurt you.
If someone had the ability to have all the love languages, Jing Yuan is one of them. That man will throw gifts at you while also praising you for the simplest thing he noticed. You got a haircut? You look amazing. Tried out a new outfit? He's in love!!
All while holding your hand, he wants you to feel the love he has for you, even if he's busy with all his general duties.
He's the definition of clingy, he will complain if you're gone for a day much more a week or longer. He claims you're his lucky charm, refusing to do anything without you near him.
Jing Yuan will not hesitate on spoiling you, so don't take him shopping cause he'll try buying the whole store. His priority is your happiness, even if his methods are kind of annoying to you.
"You're heavy.." But the man just laughed, it was truly a sight. You almost weren't seen by people except for the fact that he kept kissing your head. He's engulfed you into another hug, his arms around you as he made up another reason to stop working. He needs rest he says, except he's the one who woke up two hours after the meeting he was supposed to attend.
"And you keep complaining" He responds, moving closer than physically possible. He won't let go, he has no plans to. So it's time to get comfortable, lean into him and you might even start to hear purring from your sleepy lion general.
Summary: HSR characters react to you asking them for a hug! (ft: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Boothill, Himeko & Aglaea)
GN!Reader, assumed romantic relationship
JING YUAN
β’ At first, he sort of chuckles at the request. He finds it a bit silly that you had to ask, though if you get upset at him or embarrassed that he laughed at you, he'll reassure you that he just finds it cute, and that's all.
β’ He'll lean back on his chair and open his arms for you with a closed-mouth smile, head tilted as he raises his eyebrows in a "well?" gesture.
"Come now, don't keep me waiting."
β’ Jing Yuan is quite cuddly, and he's comfortable, too. Something about him and the way he holds you is just so warm and soft.
β’ That being said, he prefers to be the one holding you. It doesn't matter how tall you are. He likes to hold you to his chest, smooth his hand up and down your back and be able to press gentle kisses on top of your head. Though he isn't opposed to being the little spoon from time to time, it just isn't his first choice.
β’ Also, you've all heard his voice. Specifically the English dub. Now imagine it ever softer, lower as he speaks to you whenever he has you in his arms.
β’ If you're asking him for a hug because you need comfort, he's very good at that as well. He isn't too forthcoming with his own feelings, but he'll encourage you to be with yours.
AVENTURINE
β’ Another one who'll chuckle a bit at first, but it's more of a growing smile on his face and a single little laugh before he invites you closer, telling you of course you can have one, and he's oh-so-flattered you asked him.
β’ I actually don't see Aventurine as a particularly physically affectionate person. He doesn't dislike being touched, especially not by you, but he just usually won't be the one to initiate anything. He shows his love primarily through gift-giving, teasing and actually letting his walls down and being genuine around you. Which will still shine through even as he hugs you.
β’ He'll assume you're asking because you want comfort, and the way he goes about that is to gently remind you that he loves you and to try and take your mind off of it. It's a cute, but kind of funny mix between genuine (slightly awkward) words of affirmation and completely unrelated conversation topics and he flip-flops between the two.
β’ Aventurine isn't the best with feelings, so he lets you decide if you want to talk about it, but he won't bring it up himself.
β’ His hugs are pretty loose. He doesn't much like to feel "squeezed" in tight embraces, so he won't do it to you either unless you ask him to hold you tighter. He also kind of sways as he holds you, and spends most of his time fiddling with your hair.
β’ In an attempt to cheer you up, he may also suddenly promise you a gift of some sort to surprise you with. A new phone, accessories, a complete closet overhaul, or even a vacation somewhere, it depends.
BOOTHILL
"Y'sure?"
β’ He'll do it, but he jokingly calls you weird for it.
β’ Admittedly, he's not a very good hugger, through no fault of his own. His body is metal. There's not much he can do to make this a more comfortable experience for you.
β’ This also means he doesn't get much enjoyment out of hugging either; he can't feel it. Still, that's not to say he doesn't like holding you, if just for the experience of being close to you. And if hugging you really does comfort you despite his cyborg body, then he's happy to do you a service.
β’ Despite it not being very comfortable, his hold on you is surprisingly nice. He'll keep one hand on your head and the other on your back, his chin rested against the top of your head. You can definitely tell that he used to be a father by the way he hugs you, if that makes sense. It feels very protective.
β’ He'll ask if there's anything you want to talk to him about, and if there is, he's a perfect mix of comforting and funny. You can tell he takes your feelings seriously even if he cracks jokes throughout. He just wants to make you feel better, and he'll celebrate a bit if he makes you smile or laugh.
β’ I think that if his partner is a very affectionate person, he'll come up with some kind of workaround so they don't end up in pain from having to hug metal all the time. He'll put blankets over himself first so you can make yourself a bit more comfortable, and things like that.
β’ By the way, pray it isn't hot out today or you're in for a painful experience when he touches you.
HIMEKO
β’ She and Jing Yuan are probably the best huggers on this list.
β’ Upon hearing your request, she'll drop whatever she's doing and beckon you over, taking you in her arms in a hug sent from heaven itself. Also because I know you were thinking it, yes, you can put your face in her boobs. She doesn't mind. It's okay trust me.
β’ She very sympathetically asks you if anything is wrong and reminds you that she's always here to talk to.
β’ Predictably, Himeko is a good person to go to when you need to be comforted. She's soft-spoken and a naturally comforting presence without even really trying to be, so even if you just want your mind to be taken off of something, just listening to her talk about anything at all is enough to relax the mind.
β’ This is likely to make you sleepy though, so if you fall asleep on her, she'll move you to your bed. She feels like it'd be an intrusion to sleep with you, but if you tell her you'd like her to stay, she'll start doing that instead.
β’ When I say she's an incredible hugger, there's only one real downside, and it's that she runs warm. Very warm. Like, hot. This is very nice when it's cold out - and not so great when warmer weather rolls around.
β’ Also her coffee is more likely to cause another breakdown than it is to cheer you up.
AGLAEA
β’ Aglaea is, in my opinion, surprisingly touchy in a relationship.
β’ I'm still unclear on if she's supposed to be blind in canon, but going with the idea that she is for a moment: Although she can sense everything around her with the golden threads, she likes to be able to "see" her partner in more detail. As in, through touching them.
β’ So, when you ask her for a hug, of course she will allow it. If she's busy at the moment, she'll gently ask you to wait until later.
β’ Honestly, it feels less like a hug and more like you're laying against her while her hands wander wherever they can reach, but it's quite comforting nonetheless. Maybe a bit ticklish.
β’ She'll talk to you throughout, ask if there was a reason you wanted this. Even as you speak, you'll feel her fingers glide over your skin, mapping out every feature that she's already "seen" on you a hundred times before. And she'll remind you, as she always does, that you are beautiful.
β’ She doesn't want to interrupt the moment, so if you two need to get more comfortable or if either of you desire a drink, she'll have her Garmentmakers do it. I like the idea of the mannequins delicately wrapping the two of you in a blanket, so neither you nor she have to lift a finger.
