𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐤𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫🐱(𝐩𝐭. 𝟐)
It was just past midnight in the quiet apartment above the Time Photo Studio, the warm glow of the street lamps outside flickering like lullabies through gauzy curtains. The soft hum of the city had long faded into the hush of nighttime peace.
You were curled up on your side of the bed, soft black neko ears twitching now and then, your tail gently draped over your waist as you dozed in a patch of moonlight. Exhausted from the day—taking care of your 7-month-old bundle of chaos and joy—you’d passed out early, still half-draped in Xiaoshi’s hoodie. Your mate had insisted on watching your son tonight. “You sleep,” he’d whispered, brushing a kiss behind your ear, “I’ve got him. My turn to be on baby duty.”
But the baby? Your son? Cheng Yuelin?
He was a tiny, fluffy, dangerous miniature version of Cheng Xiaoshi himself.
Xiaoshi crouched on the living room floor, eye twitching.
“Yuelin, buddy. Papa loves you, okay? But it’s 1a.m. Why are we climbing the couch backwards?”
Yuelin, squeeshy-cheeked and brown-eyed like his father, gurgled in triumph, ears perked atop his head, fluffy black tail flicking wildly behind him. He had no concept of bedtime. No concept of gravity either, apparently.
Cheng Xiaoshi, dressed in his sweats and a food-stained T-shirt from feeding time, lunged just in time to catch the squirming boy before he tumbled off the side of the sofa.
“I swear you get this chaos from your mom,” Xiaoshi muttered, but he was smiling, cradling the giggling baby in his arms.
Yuelin’s tail curled around his father’s wrist.
“Okay. Fine. Round three. We’ll tire you out, mister. But no dimensional jumps tonight.”
He set Yuelin down on the playmat beside a half-dozen plushies, most of them tigers or foxes, because you swore he had big neko energy. Yuelin squealed and immediately began a crawling marathon around the coffee table, knocking over a cup of water as he went.
Xiaoshi ran a hand through his hair. “Lu Guang would have just frozen time.”
Yuelin paused and looked back at him with the same unimpressed expression his father wore when someone lied about what they wanted from a photo dive. Xiaoshi stared back.
The baby huffed, flopped onto his back, and began gnawing on his own foot.
“Okay, okay, nap time for real,” Xiaoshi sighed, scooping him up. “You need to sleep, little gremlin. Your mom’s gonna skin me if she finds out you didn’t nap at all.”
Yuelin yawned dramatically, neko ears twitching. His tail drooped. But his eyes still sparkled with mischief.
Xiaoshi rocked him slowly, walking over to the window where the moonlight spilled in soft and silver. He hummed under his breath—one of those lullabies you taught him in your hybrid dialect, soft and warm.
You’d joked once that Yuelin inherited your tail and ears but his father’s troublemaking spirit.
As the baby’s breathing finally slowed and evened out, Xiaoshi gently pressed a kiss to his tiny forehead.
“Good night, moon beast,” he whispered.
He carried Yuelin back into the bedroom and carefully tucked him into the little crib beside your bed. You stirred slightly as Xiaoshi sat down beside you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your cheek.
“You okay?” you mumbled sleepily, one ear flicking toward him.
“He tried to fly off the couch,” Xiaoshi said flatly. “Twice.”
You chuckled, eyes still closed. “Told you he’s got your blood.”
“But… he smiled when I sang,” he added softly. “Same way you do.”
You opened your eyes just enough to catch the tender look on Xiaoshi’s face as he watched the baby. Your heart clenched sweetly.
“I think I’m in trouble,” he said.
“Welcome to parenthood,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. He laced your fingers together and kissed your palm.
Outside, the city murmured.
Inside, a tiny neko tail flicked in sleep, and Cheng Xiaoshi watched over his family like they were the only truth he’d ever needed.
It was well past midnight, and the apartment was cloaked in the soft blue glow of the moonlight. Lu Guang sat quietly on the couch, head tilted back against the cushions as he tried not to fall asleep sitting up. His usually composed expression was softened by exhaustion and quiet affection.
A small giggle—high and mischievous—echoed through the apartment.
Soft little hands and knees moved across the wooden floor with surprising speed.
Lu Ren, your ten-month-old son, had somehow mastered the art of escaping his crib in complete silence. Again.
“Guang,” you whispered groggily from the hallway, wearing an oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts, your cat ears twitching with mild distress. “He’s on loose.”
Your tail swished behind you with lazy frustration, while your left arm dragged the baby’s plush moon-blanket like a flag of defeat.
Lu Guang blinked slowly and sat up, already hearing the pitter-patter of claws—tiny neko claws—across the living room floor.
“He’s faster than yesterday,” Lu Guang noted, stretching his long limbs before sliding onto the floor like it was a tactical mission. His bare feet padded softly on the rug as he peered under the coffee table.
A pair of golden kitten eyes blinked back at him.
“…Ren,” Lu Guang said calmly, pushing up his sleeves as if preparing to diffuse a bomb. “Come out.”
Lu Ren only mewled in reply. Mew. Then giggled.
The tail—identical to yours—flicked back and forth tauntingly.
“Oh no,” you groaned from behind, slumping onto the couch dramatically, tail curling around your thigh. “He’s got your stubbornness and my reflexes.”
Lu Guang gave you a brief look. “We’re doomed.”
After a solid five minutes of slow crawling, distraction attempts with shiny keys, and one failed pounce, Lu Guang finally managed to scoop Lu Ren up, who immediately clung to his shirt and started gnawing on his collar like it was his mission.
“I think he’s teething again,” Lu Guang murmured, gently rubbing Ren’s back.
You sat up, holding out your arms. “Bring him here. He likes to lie on my chest when he’s grumpy.”
Lu Guang brought your son over, his quiet footsteps barely audible. He sat beside you on the couch, and you shifted slightly to let Ren rest between you, one of his tiny hands gripping your tail possessively like it was a comfort plush.
As soon as his head touched your chest, he gave a long sigh and purred. Loudly.
You smiled down at him, brushing his wispy dark hair back. “He really is part kitten.”
“You say that like you’re not,” Lu Guang teased lightly, his hand stroking one of your ears. “You purred in your sleep last night.”
“Lies,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up.
“I have audio evidence,” he said without missing a beat.
You turned your face to him, mock-glaring. “You wouldn’t.”
You stared. He smiled. That rare, soft, genuine Lu Guang smile that always made your heart melt like butter on warm toast.
The night felt suddenly warmer, despite the time and the fatigue. Lu Ren shifted, letting out a soft breathy laugh in his sleep, his little tail curling across your stomach.
Lu Guang leaned in and kissed your temple. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
You blinked up at him, your ears twitching. “Why?”
“For making chaos look beautiful.”
You laughed softly, leaning into his shoulder. “You’re tired. You’re getting poetic.”
“I’m always poetic. I just reserved it.”
You looked at him for a long moment, then slowly reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. “I love you.”
“I know,” he said, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. “And I love you too.”
Lu Ren snorted in his sleep and started kneading your shirt with his tiny fists.
“…Yeah, he’s definitely yours,” Lu Guang deadpanned.
You burst into laughter so hard you had to smother the sound in his shoulder.
The three of you stayed like that until morning crept in through the curtains. Lu Ren finally, finally fell into deep sleep, curled between you two, warm and safe.
And as the sun rose, Lu Guang whispered, “I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Not even eight hours of sleep.”
“…Bold,” you replied, already dozing off.
“Reckless,” he added with a smile, settling in for a catnap with the two people who meant everything to him.
The morning sun dappled through the gauzy curtains, casting golden shapes across the wooden floorboards. Somewhere in the quiet of the countryside estate, birds chirped softly, but inside, the house was far from silent.
“Liu Lian, no—put that back!”
You rushed barefoot across the living room, your neko ears twitching in frustration while your fluffy tail swished in annoyance. Your one-year-old son, Liu Lian, had somehow managed to clamber onto the armchair and was tugging wildly at Liu Xiao’s long black coat that hung on a hook just by the door.
Next to him, his twin sister Liu Yue, was sitting firmly on the floor with the enormous sunhat on her tiny head, the brim covering her eyes, her little tail flicking with amusement.
“Lian! Yue! That’s your papa's stuff!”
Lian turned around, chubby cheeks flushed, little black neko ears perked up high, his baby fangs glinting as he grinned. “Nooo, papa is mister spy,” he declared proudly in broken baby talk. “We spy too!”
“Yeah! Yue spy!” his sister added, trying to peek under the brim and waddling towards the hallway like a dramatic agent.
You sighed, stifling a laugh, placing a hand on your hip. “You two are too much…”
From the hallway came the calm, low voice that always settled your heart like a slow wave. “Are my tiny agents conspiring against me again?”
Liu Xiao’s long legs padded silently across the floor as he entered the living room, dressed casually for once — just black slacks and a soft, navy blue sweater that hugged his tall frame.
Your ears twitched, and you caught the glint of affection in his eyes immediately.
“Papa!” Yue squealed and stumbled right into his legs, hugging his calf with both arms, still wearing his hat.
He scooped her up smoothly, lifting her like she weighed nothing, the hat slipping from her head onto the floor. “Agent Yue, you’ve been compromised,” he said seriously, then gave her a soft kiss on the temple. “Mission failed.”
She giggled and tugged at the collar of his sweater. “Papa wear coat! Look like spy!”
Liu Xiao turned to you with a quiet chuckle. “You’ve been telling them stories again?”
“Only the truth,” you teased, swishing your tail lightly behind you. “They think you’re some secret agent because of the way you come and go all mysteriously.”
“Can’t help it,” he murmured, crossing the room to press a kiss to your forehead. “I fell in love with a hybrid who hears everything and raises tiny kittens.”
You leaned into him with a grin, brushing your cheek against the soft wool of his sweater. “Flatterer.”
“Spy!” Lian yelled again, clinging to Liu Xiao’s leg now. “Spy hug Mama!”
Liu Xiao arched a brow. “Jealous?”
“Nooo! Papa hug Lian too!”
Chuckling, Liu Xiao leaned down and picked up Lian with his free arm, both twins now balanced effortlessly in his embrace.
You watched them, your heart swelling. The contrast was striking — the mysterious Liu Xiao who once walked the tightrope between timelines and consequences, now grounded, softened by two toddlers and a neko hybrid partner who insisted he eat breakfast before brooding on the porch.
Lian reached up and tugged his father’s ear. “Hat too big,” he mumbled.
“Then I’ll have to get one in twin-size,” Liu Xiao mused, kissing both his children on the nose before settling them on the rug with a pile of stuffed animals — including their favorite, a plush white tiger Liu Xiao had won at the fair last month.
You sat beside him on the couch, curling your tail over your lap, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Hey,” you said quietly, brushing his hand with your fingers, “You happy?”
Liu Xiao turned to look at you, shadows of his old grief flickering in his gaze — the brother he’d lost, the timelines he couldn’t fix. But those thoughts were far, far away now, like dust on the horizon.
“I am,” he answered. “Because I never thought I’d have something like this. You. Them.”
“They adore you, you know,” you murmured. “Even if they think you’re a spy.”
He chuckled softly. “Let them believe it. One day, they’ll know the real story.”
Lian crawled back toward you both with Yue in tow, their tails tangled together, their ears bouncing.
“Story time!” Lian declared.
Yue nodded fiercely. “Spy story!”
You and Liu Xiao exchanged a look.
“How about this?” he said, pulling all three of you — twins and mama — into a warm cocoon of limbs and love. “Once upon a time, there was a man with a big hat who fell in love with the prettiest neko he’d ever seen…”
You laughed, your heart melting as the twins settled in, wide-eyed and grinning, tails flicking in time.
And so the spy told his story — not one of timelines or revenge or echoing heartbeats — but of home, of love, and the way a man found his peace not in power, but in the sleepy weight of his children on his chest, and the warmth of a neko curled beside him.
The apartment was warm and softly lit, the faint scent of lavender bubble bath still lingering in the air. You were on the floor of the bathroom, towel draped over your lap, holding a squirmy, pouting little girl wrapped only in her favorite star-patterned diaper.
Half human, half neko hybrid—just like you. She’d inherited your twitchy kitten ears and expressive tail, though her fur was softer and her pout far more potent. And right now?
She was mad. Seething, in fact, in the most adorable baby way possible.
“Daa-ddy late,” she huffed, bottom lip trembling dramatically as she stared at the door. “No ducky. No splash-splash.”
Your ears twitched as you nuzzled her hair and tried not to laugh. “He’s probably caught up in a shoot, mei-mei.”
“No ‘cuses. He pwomised bath! Wubba ducky WATE.”
Your tail flicked, amused. You smoothed her damp baby hairs away from her round cheeks. “I know, sweetheart. Let’s give him a chance to explain—”
Just then, the door clicked open.
You didn’t even need to lift your head. You could smell him the moment he walked in—woodsy cologne, faint sweat from studio lights, and that expensive shampoo they always made him use. Xia Fei stepped in, juggling a designer duffle and a bouquet of white lilies.
He caught sight of you—exhausted, seated on a folded towel. And then his daughter: flushed cheeks, pouty mouth, big gold-amber eyes staring straight at him. She blinked once.
She screeched with such betrayal that Xia Fei dropped the lilies.
“I’m sorry—!” he blurted, ducking as she flung her rubber ducky across the hallway. It bounced off the closet door with a squeak of judgment.
Xia Fei blinked. “She waited, didn’t she?”
You nodded solemnly. “Thirty minutes. In the tub. Wouldn’t go in until you came. The water got cold. She got mad. Now she’s boycotting everything but vengeance.”
Xia Mei crawled up to the edge of the towel and banged her tiny fists into the floor. “Pwomised! Duck bath with bubbles! You pwomised!”
He dropped his duffle and rushed forward, crouching to her level. “You’re right. I did. I messed up. I’m sorry, baby girl.”
She sniffed. Hard. “You smell like photo-people.”
You choked on a laugh as Xia Fei put a hand on his chest, wounded. “Harsh, Mei-Mei.”
“No hug ‘til bath,” she sniffed, then turned away and plopped onto her diaper-padded butt with all the finality of a dictator.
“She’s not budging,” you whispered to him.
“I deserve this,” he whispered back. “But give me ten minutes and I’ll fix it.”
You quirked a brow. “And how exactly—”
Xia Mei blinked as her father reappeared, a towel around his shoulders, bubble wand in one hand, and a re-warmed bath filled with lavender foam and glittery duckies awaiting.
“Wubba ducky army!” Xia Mei gasped.
“That’s right,” he said with a grin. “Special Daddy-Mei-Mei Duck Patrol.”
You helped lower her into the warm water as she squealed with joy, tail flicking. Xia Fei rolled up his sleeves and dipped his hands in to scoop bubbles and build her a foam crown.
“She’s going to forgive you now,” you murmured, leaning against the doorframe with a fond smile.
“She already has,” he said quietly, watching as Xia Mei giggled at her new ducky army. He turned toward you. “But I haven’t forgiven myself.”
You stepped toward him, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his jaw. “She’s a baby, Fei. She missed you. That’s all. And so did I.”
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in. His voice dropped, almost hesitant. “Sometimes I worry I’m not home enough. That I’m choosing the wrong dreams.”
You brushed a hand through his damp hair. “You’re chasing your dreams for us. Xia Mei might get mad when you’re late, but she adores you. And I… I’m proud of you.”
His shoulders relaxed a little. “You really think so?”
“I know so.” You traced the edge of his ear and teased, “Besides, you’re way too hot for me to let you quit modeling. Do you know how many stylists flirt with you?”
“Territorially affectionate.”
Behind you, Xia Mei splashed.
“Daddy! Mommy! Duck king needs bwessings!!”
You both turned. Xia Mei was sitting in her foam kingdom, bubbles on her head, a rubber duckie on each shoulder like royal guards.
Xia Fei knelt, pressed a dramatic kiss to her forehead, and said solemnly, “Long live Queen Mei.”
She giggled, eyes sparkling. “Daddy stay home tomorrow?”
“I’ll tell Vein,” he said without hesitation. “Family first.”
You smiled and joined them on the bathroom floor, letting your tail curl around his. In that small bathroom, your little neko family was warm, safe, and exactly where it belonged.
The Vein Mansion was silent. Too silent. Suspiciously so.
You blinked from your perch on the velvet couch, cat ears twitching. The last time it was this quiet, Xiao Ying had figured out how to peel all the labels off her formula jars and replaced them with Vein’s expensive wine labels.
“...Ying?” you called softly, your tail curling in slow anxiety. “Baby, where are you?”
You turned to Vein, who was at his antique desk, sorting through a stack of confidential files with one hand, the other twirling a red tassel earring.
“Hey, babe,” you said, a note of worry creeping into your voice. “Have you seen Xiao Ying?”
He didn’t look up, still writing with an elegant flick of his pen. “She was in her playpen fifteen minutes ago, gnawing on the star plush.”
“No, she wasn’t,” you replied, standing abruptly. “That was forty-five minutes ago. She’s not in the playpen now.”
Vein’s red eyes met yours, alarm flickering just beneath the calm.
“She could be in the wine cellar.”
Your eye twitched. “I swear if our eight-month-old neko baby is doing shots of 1780 Château Lafite Rothschild before I get to try it—”
“We mobilize,” he said, standing up so fast his coat fluttered like a cape. “Operation: Find Xiao Ying. I’ll take the east wing.”
You nodded, “Meet at the koi garden in thirty.”
Hour One: Chaos Unleashed
Vein had combed the library (no sign of her), the recording room (where she had been caught licking a vintage microphone last week), and his private card vault (she once tried to eat a black spade card). Still nothing.
You, meanwhile, had found:
A chewed slipper (not hers)
A suspiciously fluffy trail of neko fur down the main corridor
Your tail puffed up in frustration. “Ying! Mommy has tuna treats!”
No answer. No crawl-slap sounds on the marble floors either.
Vein messaged you at one point:
Vein: No sign. Found half a rattle in the rose greenhouse. Slightly damp. Possibly drooled on.
You: Good. That means she passed through. Try the music room next. I’m checking the ballroom.
Vein: If she got into the grand piano again I will cry.
The longer she was gone, the more chaotic both of you became.
You knocked over a potted plant in desperation. Vein spilled an entire bottle of ink on his tailored shirt. Neither of you cared anymore.
“She’s gone!” you cried, rushing into the koi garden with your ears flat and eyes wide.
“She’s not gone,” Vein said, running a hand through his crimson-black hair. “She’s stealthy. She’s… my daughter. Of course she’s chaos incarnate.”
“And mine,” you pointed out, tail lashing. “Which means she’s also a little menace with the energy of a squirrel and the stealth of a cat.”
“Exactly,” he said grimly. “We’re doomed.”
Hour Three: The Discovery
It was your ears that picked it up first.
You and Vein locked eyes, gasping. “Under the koi bridge!”
Both of you dove for the decorative stone bridge in the middle of the garden. Sure enough, just beneath it, nestled between ivy and a rolled-up rug, was—
“XIAO YING!” you both shouted.
Little Xiao Ying, fluffy neko ears twitching, cheeks plump, and her tail curled neatly over her diaper. She had somehow crawled into the secret crawlspace and was snuggled up with her white tiger plushie, humming nonsense and chewing on a koi biscuit.
“HOW did you even—” you stammered.
Vein crouched beside her, face filled with disbelief and awe. “She beat us. She outsmarted us.”
You scooped her into your arms, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks. “My baby, you scared us half to death!”
She blinked up at you with wide red-orange eyes—so much like Vein’s—and let out a happy, toothless squeal.
After the panic had subsided and Xiao Ying had been bathed, fed, and properly snuggled into her neko onesie, you and Vein lay sprawled in your massive canopy bed, your baby curled up between you like a warm little dumpling.
You turned to Vein, exhausted but giggling. “So… that was a fun day.”
He snorted. “I run international trade, bend politicians to my will, and somehow an 8-month-old rules my house.”
“That explains the dramatics,” he teased, brushing his fingers gently over your twitching ears. “And she’s part you. That explains how she disappeared like smoke.”
“Bet she’ll learn how to teleport before we do.”
Vein wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “As long as she teleports back to us,” he murmured against your neck.
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “We’ll always find her.”
In the warm glow of the bedroom light, Xiao Ying let out a soft coo in her sleep and curled closer, her tail wrapping around Vein’s wrist.
And in that moment, despite all the chaos, it was perfect.
So here's the pt. 2 of Link Click Characters x Half neko Reader. Hope you guys loved it❤️
