jingyuan, dan heng, aven, and jiaoqiu where they have like a bunch of different albums if their wife with different expressions. Like theyrs one album named flustered reader, sleepy reader, cute reader, etc, and i imagine that like one day they forgot their phone so they return home to get it only to find a veyr foustered reader whos going through all the albums and she slike wth is this??
Every Shade of You
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic Bliss, Romantic Comedy, Slight Crack, Soft Moments, Light Teasing, Photography Shenanigans, Slight Embarrassment, Love-Struck Partner, Affection Overload.
Warnings: Mild suggestive themes (nothing explicit), Secondhand embarrassment (for the reader), Slight possessiveness (but in a loving way), Soft emotional moments.
Jing Yuan had barely left the house when he realized he had forgotten his phone. With a small sigh, he turned on his heel and headed back, his pace unhurried. The Luofu was peaceful today—no urgent matters required his immediate attention, and so, he allowed himself this rare moment of leisure.
What he did not expect, however, was to return to the sight of you sitting cross-legged on the bed, his phone in your hands, your face burning crimson.
"Ah," Jing Yuan drawled, leaning against the doorway. "I see you've found my little collection."
You snapped your head up, looking utterly scandalized. "Little collection?!" You gestured wildly at the screen, still open to an album titled Flustered (Beloved). "Jing Yuan, what is this?! Why do you have, like, fifty pictures of me looking—" You hesitated, glancing at the next album. "Sleepy [Name]?! Pouty [Name]?! [Name] Eating Cute Things?! What is this madness?!"
Jing Yuan chuckled, his golden eyes brimming with amusement. He stepped forward, plucking his phone from your hands before casually scrolling through the albums. "Ah, memories," he mused. "You look quite adorable here, you know? This one was from the time you got startled by that tiny bird outside the tea house." He turned the screen toward you, displaying an image of you, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with shock.
Your embarrassment doubled. "Why do you have entire folders dedicated to my expressions?!"
Jing Yuan hummed thoughtfully before sitting beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Because, my dear, every single one of them is precious to me," he said smoothly, brushing his lips against your temple. "Your every mood, your every glance—I like keeping them close."
You buried your face in your hands. "You're unbelievable."
"And you're unbelievably adorable," he countered, smirking as he placed his phone back into his pocket. "Now, since you've already seen them… Shall I take another picture for my Embarrassed [Name] album?"
You let out a groan. "Jing Yuan!"
Dan Heng wasn’t one to be forgetful, but today, he’d left his phone behind. He barely stepped back into your shared quarters on the Astral Express before hearing a gasp.
His eyes narrowed as he followed the sound, only to find you sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone gripped in your trembling hands. Your expression was a mix of horror and overwhelming embarrassment.
Dan Heng froze. His phone was unlocked. You had seen—
Oh.
You looked up at him with wide, mortified eyes. "Dan Heng… what is this?" Your voice was barely above a whisper.
He swallowed, keeping his composure. "...My personal records."
"Personal records?!" you repeated, incredulous. "Why do you have entire albums labeled things like Grumpy [Name], Sleepy [Name], Soft Smiles [Name]—oh my god, Dan Heng, there’s a whole album just called [Name] Holding Books Lovingly—"
Dan Heng crossed the room in two strides, gently taking his phone from your hands before you could read any further. His ears were faintly pink, but his voice remained calm. "I… like keeping track of things that matter to me," he admitted. "You matter to me."
Your heart skipped a beat. "But this is—!" You covered your face, trying to process the fact that Dan Heng, reserved and composed Dan Heng, had been secretly hoarding photos of you in various moods. "How long have you been doing this?"
Dan Heng averted his gaze for a moment. "...Since we met."
"Dan Heng!" Your voice cracked with disbelief.
He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before murmuring, "I just… wanted to remember every version of you." His fingers brushed your wrist. "If it bothers you, I’ll delete them."
You groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "No… it’s… kind of sweet. But I can never look at you the same way again!"
Dan Heng smirked ever so slightly. "Should I take a picture for the Overwhelmed [Name] album?"
"Dan Heng!!"
Aventurine had been out for less than ten minutes before realizing he'd forgotten his phone. With a smirk, he turned back, ready to retrieve it—only to hear an amused but very flustered sound from inside your shared suite.
Curious, he pushed the door open and was greeted with a sight he would never forget.
You, sitting on the couch, his phone in your hands, face beet red.
His smirk widened. "Well, well, well," he drawled, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "What do we have here?"
You jerked your head up, looking equal parts mortified and accusing. "Aventurine." You pointed at the screen. "Explain."
He tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Explain what, my dear?"
"The albums!" You gestured wildly. "Why is there a Flustered [Name] album?! And a [Name] Smiling Just for Me album?! And—oh my god—[Name] in My Jacket?! When did you even take these?!"
Aventurine chuckled, leaning over the couch to glance at the images. "Ah, now this is priceless." He tapped a picture of you, fast asleep, wrapped in his oversized coat. "I remember this one. You looked so cozy. And this one—ah, my personal favorite—[Name] Blushing at My Compliments."
You let out an embarrassed groan. "You named them?"
"Of course," he said, sitting beside you and slipping an arm around your shoulders. "It’s a collection of my most treasured winnings."
You hid your face in his chest. "You're insufferable."
"And you," he said smoothly, tilting your chin up, "are the most exquisite subject I’ve ever had the pleasure of capturing."
"...Shameless."
"Only for you, sweetheart."
Jiaoqiu rarely left his belongings behind, but today was an exception. He returned home earlier than expected, stepping inside quietly—only to see you hunched over his phone, completely still.
His keen eyes caught the screen's reflection. The moment realization dawned, his tail flicked in amusement.
"...Ah." His voice was smooth, warm with quiet amusement. "I see you've found my private collection."
You yelped, spinning around. "Jiaoqiu!" Your face was burning. "Explain this!" You held up the screen, displaying albums titled Pouting [Name], Sleepy [Name], Embarrassed [Name], and—dear heavens—[Name]’s Hidden Smiles.
Jiaoqiu chuckled, stepping forward and gently plucking the phone from your grasp. "Would you believe me if I said it was for medical research?"
You shot him a glare. "Jiaoqiu."
His fox ears twitched in amusement. "Fine, fine. I just… like capturing your different moods," he admitted. "Every expression, every glance—you have no idea how precious they are to me."
You covered your face. "I can never live this down."
He hummed. "In that case… Shall I take another for the [Name] Utterly Mortified album?"
“Ah?! S-sto–” He attempts to sound out, but is ultimately cut off by his heightened senses, as a much more rich, persistent purr replaces words instead. No matter how he clenches his teeth and braces himself, that doesn’t stop the delighted sounds escaping his throat.
Hey, I just want you to know that Athena love you very much and she gushes about you all the time when you're not around. :3c (This is Megane-shipping's main)
Athena for sure! Though part of it is because she sometimes has to travel in her line of work and my habit of forgetting how timezones work seems to have rubbed off on her a little... I brought this on myself.
33. most likely to call me sweet nicknames
Mercedes! Her favourite as of late is "cakes" - if I didn't know any better I'd cringe, but it's something we enjoy making together.
