Hi, wondering if you have a good day or not?₍^. .^₎⟆
But, anyway, here is a cute requestion from me: xianzhou men with f!reader who make a bracelet for them (it could be a single or a couple bracelet)
Love you!❤︎
Woven Promises
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Blade x Reader, Dan Feng x Reader, Female!Reader (could be ready as GN!Reader), Fluff, Gift Giving, Established Relationship/Developing Relationship, Emotional Intimacy, Bracelet-Making, Slice Of Life, Subtle Cultural References (Xianzhou/Vidyadhara Customs).
Warnings: References To War And Duty, Mild Angst Undertones, Emotional Vulnerability, Immortality Themes, Slight Possessiveness (Blade).
The war table was quiet except for the steady scratching of your pen. Reports and ledgers were stacked in uneven piles, each one awaiting the General’s review. Jing Yuan had excused himself earlier, claiming a patrol inspection, but you knew well enough that it probably meant he’d drifted off in some sunny corner.
That suited you just fine. It gave you the perfect opportunity to finish your project.
The bracelet lay in your palm—delicate yet sturdy, the string a deep crimson to match the ribbon in his hair. You’d woven in tiny golden beads, reminiscent of the threads embroidered into his cape. Every knot was pulled tight, every bead chosen with care, because this wasn’t just a gift. It was a promise.
You’d been with Jing Yuan long enough to know that under his playful smiles and languid manner was a man who carried the weight of centuries. He might joke about avoiding paperwork, but you’d seen the way he lingered over casualty reports, eyes dimming. This was your way of saying: You’re not alone. Not in this lifetime.
You were tucking the bracelet away when the door creaked.
“You’ve been busy.” His voice was warm, teasing.
You jumped, spinning to find him leaning casually against the doorframe, his golden eyes glinting. His hair was slightly mussed, confirming your suspicion he’d been napping.
“I could say the same for you,” you shot back. “I thought you were on patrol.”
He chuckled, stepping inside. “I was… patrolling the comfort of my quarters.” He came to stand beside you, glancing down at your hands. “And what’s this? Secret plans to undermine the General?”
You rolled your eyes but held out the bracelet. “It’s for you.”
His brows lifted slightly, and for once, the lazy mask slipped. “For me?”
You nodded. “You’ve done a lot for everyone here. I just… wanted you to have something that wasn’t a duty or an obligation.”
Jing Yuan took the bracelet with surprising gentleness, running his thumb over the knots. “You made this?”
“Yes. Don’t laugh—it’s not perfect.”
“Perfect,” he echoed, as if testing the word. Then he smirked faintly. “I’ll have you know, I was just thinking my uniform needed a touch of charm.”
You reached for his wrist. “Here. Let me put it on.”
He didn’t protest, holding his hand out obediently. As you tied the knot, you noticed how still he’d gone. When you looked up, his gaze was fixed on you—soft, steady, and far too deep for someone nicknamed the Dozing General.
“You know,” he murmured, “in the Xianzhou, tokens like this are… meaningful.”
“I know,” you said quietly. “That’s why I made it.”
His smile curved slow and genuine this time, the kind that made you forget he was centuries old and carried the weight of command. “Then I’ll wear it always.”
And he did—whether in council chambers, on the parade grounds, or even during his ‘strategic naps,’ the crimson bracelet was never far from his wrist, a constant reminder that even the calmest generals deserved someone who fought for them in quiet ways.
You weren’t sure what had possessed you to make a bracelet for Blade. Maybe it was the fact that he always looked like he was two breaths away from vanishing entirely—slipping out of reach into that endless cycle of destruction he seemed to crave.
It wasn’t that you thought you could save him. You weren’t naïve. But maybe… you could anchor him. Just a little.
The bracelet was simple: black cord threaded with deep red beads, each one polished to a muted shine. The colors were deliberate—mirroring his coat and the red in his hair. Something familiar. Something constant.
When you found him, he was sitting on the edge of a derelict rooftop, watching the night skyline. The wind tugged at his coat, carrying the scent of rust and rain.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said without looking at you. His voice was rough, the warning automatic.
“You say that every time.” You walked closer anyway, the bracelet hidden in your fist. “And yet you don’t make me leave.”
That earned you a sidelong glance—sharp eyes that softened, just barely, when they met yours. “What do you want, little star?”
You sat beside him. “To give you something.”
His gaze flicked to your hand. “I don’t need gifts.”
“It’s not about need.” You held the bracelet out. “It’s about… having something to come back to.”
Blade’s expression didn’t change, but the silence stretched between you, heavy as a drawn blade. Finally, he reached for the bracelet, fingers brushing yours. His touch was cold but careful, as if he feared it might break in his grip.
“You made this?”
“Yes.” You hesitated. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to—”
The black cord was already sliding over his wrist.
“It’s too late,” he said, fastening it with a practiced motion. “It’s mine now.”
You smiled faintly. “You sound possessive.”
His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that way he got when he was thinking too much. “Things don’t last for me. People don’t last. But…” He turned his wrist, the beads catching the dim light. “I’ll keep this. Until I can’t.”
For Blade, that was as close to a promise as you’d ever get.
And maybe that was enough.
You’d been warned that the High Elder was difficult to approach—reserved, formal, perhaps even cold. But after months working near him, you’d learned the truth: Dan Feng was not cold, merely careful. Every word, every gesture, was deliberate, like a craftsman working fine glass.
It made you want to give him something uncalculated. Something simply… from the heart.
The bracelet was woven from silk thread the color of deep sea green, with small jade beads spaced evenly along its length. It reminded you of the cool tranquility he seemed to carry, and of the scales you’d glimpsed once when his draconic features had emerged.
When you entered his study, he was reading, the light from the window casting delicate shadows along his face. He looked up as you approached, tilting his head. “You seem… determined.”
“I made something for you.” You stepped closer, holding it out.
His gaze lowered to the bracelet, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. “For me?”
“Yes. It’s nothing grand, but—”
“You wove this yourself,” he interrupted, voice quiet but steady.
You nodded. “I wanted to. It reminded me of you.”
A long pause followed. Dan Feng set his book aside, taking the bracelet into his hands. He examined it with the same attention he might give a relic or a rare artifact, fingers brushing the knots, the curve of each bead.
“In the traditions of the Vidyadhara,” he said slowly, “a gift worn close to the pulse is… a gesture of trust.”
“I know.” You smiled faintly. “That’s why I want you to wear it.”
His eyes lifted to yours, searching. Then, without a word, he extended his wrist.
You tied the bracelet there, the jade catching the sunlight. When you finished, he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers brushed over the threads, as if testing their strength.
“It’s delicate,” he murmured.
“It’s strong,” you countered. “I made sure.”
His lips curved—just slightly, but it was enough to make your chest warm. “Then I will keep it. And I will keep it safe.”
And from that day on, beneath the long sleeves of the High Elder’s robes, a glint of jade-green silk could always be seen, a quiet reminder that even those who carried centuries of solitude could be tethered by a single thread.
Just remembered that I never showed all of the TBD bracelets I made on here (this is still a wip, I plan on making all of the characters and their costumes)
Coffee Candy
String Gummy
Dark Fondue
Baguette
Croissant (I'm gonna remake this one bc it's way too small and I wanna be able to actually wear it)
Timekeeper
Ruler of the Ephermal Flow Timekeeper
Marble Bread
Schneeball
Maple Taffy
(also TublrFLOP/ref only allows 10 images and I just so happen to have 11 bracelets. I'll reblog the Schneeball costume one.)
#project hail mary
#the amazing digital circus
#photography
#azzi fudd
