characters: jing yuan, blade, dan heng, welt yang, yanqing, sampo, gepard, luocha x nb!reader
warnings: tooth rutting fluff, advised for u to read while sitting down or in private bc u might have a heart attack from how cute and chaotic this shit is, some angst might be sprinkled in just bc✨✨
notes: that moment when you have a super bad baby fever except the fever is towards cat rather than babies. genshin impact ver can be read here! part 2 with penacony men!
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oh fuck
look at that floof
that absolute big soft floofball peacefully sleeping on top of your favorite black shirt. your shirt is ruined, massive amount of white fur stuck to the fabric and you’re late for work but at least you have a happily napping away cat
a siberian cat, me thinks. with that amount of fur and that large body, he’s gotta be a siberian cat
spoiled, smug peace of shit and he knows it. revels in that title even
dubbed as ‘the handsome cat’ by your friends, co-workers and neighbors alike, meow yuan is surprisingly and not so surprisingly incredibly popular amongst the ladies. whether it be because of his fur, his adorable meows, the red ribbon you tied around his neck as a makeshift collar or his way of charming the ladies with a gentle pawing to their hand and a smug “meowww”, you will never know
the biggest out of the cats. but is it his body that’s big or is it the rapunzel like long fur that he has. the world will sadly never know and neither will you
surprisingly chatty at times. but worryingly very eepy. an adult cat should sleep about 12-16 hours a day and yet you’re pretty sure meow yuan spends 25 hours of the day sleeping away under the sunlight
closest to little nyanqing. seems to think of the youngest kitten as his own as he’s seen grooming or simply looking out for the young kitten at times. also seems to be a bit closer to nyan heng and meowade but the latter tends to spend his time alone
an absolute smug spoiled prince and he owns to it. whether it be feigning hurt, crying out for your attention or downright plopping himself down on your keyboard, deleting your entire progress of work, the little shit knows how to be a headache
but it’s okay, you always forgive him because he allows you to smush your face into the fur of his belly when you’re stressed or squish his soft toe beans. meow yuan is let off the hook yet again…
occasionally, meow yuan reminds you of a lion. it maybe weird and completely out of the blue but with the way he grooms others, his fur, the absolute motor like loud purrs he emits or the sheer massive size and weight of him — yeah, you get the point
one time, you decided to spoil him by carrying him around in your arms like how you do with the other cats. the loud crack! noise and the fact that you couldn’t get up the next day should prove just how damn big he is
meow yuan was a worry wart the whole day. constantly meowing in your ears, purring softly, nuzzling your side. it almost seemed like he was trying to apologize for being this big. to which you easily let him off the hook of course. how could anyone ever say no to that big adorable yellow eyes?
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a bit of a worrying case, meowade is
he doesn’t like socializing, the other cats nor does he get along with you either. the only ones he seem to at least tolerate were meow yuan and nyan heng alongside you
likes to spend his time all alone, cooped up inside some small confined space, above the cupboard or inside his own small room in the cat tree. also enjoys spending time in your room as well but only if the other cats aren’t there
flinches or freezes up whenever you touch him which is incredibly worrying and gut-wrenching. makes you hate however was his previous owner to have caused meowade to despise touches and affections
the first time you found him, bleeding and wet on the side of the road and tried to wrap your coat around him to take him to the vet, the little scraggly cat hissed and clawed and bit at you with great amount of hate despite literally bleeding out. thankfully, he seemed to understand you were no threat as he went limp in your coat, allowing you to get him to the vet
due to whatever his past experiences were, meowade hates being close to anyone. but at least he was slowly but surely opening up to the others and you
the first time the poor scraggly cat decided to bump his head to your hand, asking for pets, you cried tears of joy and relief. at least, you can offer him healing and comfort as you and the other cats stay there for him on his journey
the second biggest cat, bested by meow yuan himself. not as big as him but damn can this cat scare others. whether it be other cats, your friends who decided to visit or some random dog that you passed by as you take meowade out for a walk
seriously, the amount of times this cat wrestled against dogs bigger than himself gives you heart attacks. it’s a real wonder and a miracle you aren’t dead yet
british shorthair, me thinks. but the ones that grow to be a bit bigger than the others
has a bad habit of just… staring off into space, unblinking with those big round eyes at times. literally no thoughts in his brain. head empty, as he just… stares off into space
“oh, having another existential crisis again? mind if i join you today, meowade?”
“…”
“… meow”
and so, this weird ritual of the two of you sitting side by side, staring off into the distance, unblinking as the cup of coffee in your hand goes cold has become something special in you two’s bonding moment. oneself that meowade looks forward to each day
sometimes, he tends to chase after nyan heng around the house for whatever the reason. it leaves poor nyan heng shaking and hissing as the small black cat comes to you for help
not the chattiest of cats nor is he the most pickiest. quite docile despite his killer stare at times and you would even daresay, shy when it comes to affection
overall, a cute cat. the cute pathetic ones that you just can’t help but adore and love
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another docile cat!! perhaps even the most docile one!!!
at first, you were worried when taking him in because holy shit, where is his tail?! only after taking him to the vets did you finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief because nyan heng was a black manx breed of cat
lean, on the smaller side, an amazing hunter and a dutiful bug hunter in the house, nyan heng is a cute black manx who has a pretty green/grey eyes
an absolute sweetheart, always hoping to please you or help you out around the house as he helps to keep the other cats in line. except for meowade. he always finds himself having a hissing match with the black british shorthair or getting teased by the eepy meow yuan
closest to nyelt, as you had found the two cats together when you decided to take him in. almost seem to see nyelt as some sort of a father figure with how the little black manx constantly goes to the older one for advice or simply some help in grooming
has a cute simple, thread like thin black tie with a few charms around himself as a makeshift collar. he seems to like it despite the thread being a little bit too thin for cats’ comfort
seriously, what’s up with your cats and their desire to wear makeshift collars? makes you really consider if they are cats…
that aside, nyen heng also tends to be more active during nighttime. not the type that would take down things, destroy objects or cause ruckus and cause you jump out of the warm comfort of your bed. no, he just simply quietly trudges around the house, searching if he had truly hunted down every bugs and insects in the house
especially that spider
nyen heng hates to see you so scared over that cursed spider. so he makes it his life mission to rid the house of insects, more specifically, spiders!!
and damn is he absolutely devoted to his job because ever since you cried to your friend over the phone about the spider that you saw in your room, you never saw another spider ever again!
not the most chattiest nor is the most affectionate. he’s a mix of both but only when in privacy of you two or when he’s feeling particularly lonely
don’t get him wrong, the other cats are an amazing company but he just tends to seek out your attention and affection more y’know? there’s just something soothing about being by your side
seems to have some history with meow yuan and meowade. whether that be good with how friendly meow yuan is with nyan heng. or bad, with how meowade seems to want to take their play fighting to a whole next level
surprisingly, doesn’t like sunlight that much
most of the cats would follow the sunlight and it’s warmth and spend some time outside or on the window sill. but you can find the little black minx just chilling in one of the rooms of the cat tree of beside you, observing the other cats
nyen heng is an absolute sweetheart. the quiet type of sweetheart
the type of sweetheart that follows you around, hoping to help you out or simply offer a comforting presence. it’s the least he can do for you
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another sweetheart of a cat except nyelt makes himself and his presence known unlike nyan heng
possibly a havana brown breed with just how damn calm, peaceful, loving and loyal he is. especially with you. havana browns tend to attach themselves to only one person during their span of life, which sometimes can feel like nyelt is just a biiitttt clingy with you
was there with nyan heng when you took the two cats in and often times acts like a father figure to the cats of the house which is a huge help to your mental state. except for nyanqing. nyanqing only has one father figure and that’s meow yuan
but that was completely fine since nyelt still looks after the little energetic kitten. often times looking after the cream munchkin as he carries nyanqing around by his scruff
to which, nyan heng comes to you for affection and attention. if his father figure won’t give it, then you surely will!
likes to wear the black mini scarf like collar around his neck. often times seen curled up inside the mini scarf as he sleeps the day away like most cats do
can come of as quite chatty at times with how attentive and helpful nyelt is
oh your back feels stiff? he can sit on it and make biscuits (that cute moment when cats knead their paws?). meow yuan is out of option since he’s way too big and heavy and could potentially be the sole reason you break your back. literally
oh nyanqing is missing again? what do you mean he’s missing? he’s right there, hiding inside one of the rooms of the cat tree
nyan heng is being bullied by meowade again? you know nothing of the weight behind this powe—
yeah, you get it. kinda reminds you of a grandpa with how attentive he is and how he has a single streak of grey atop his head fur. which is absolutely adorable and one place that you adore smothering with kisses
nyelt doesn’t seem to mind the affection too as he simply sits there, purring away and basking in your affection. a very pliant cat
sometimes, something seems to weigh heavily on his and nyan heng’s minds with how they curl up together or look out the window, seemingly searching for something
at first when they did that, you thought some bird or a squirrel passed by the window. but if that was the case then every cats should by by the windowsill
yet only nyelt and nyan heng are
at first it worried you because what if they were having cat depression?! are you absolutely sure that you’re being a good cat owner, [name]?!
yeah, you had a lot of self doubt and depressive episodes due to the two cats
however you finally figured out the case when one day, one of your co-workers suggested a play date with her own cats. saying that sometimes, cats need to see new faces to experience some relief from their everyday tasks or ways of living
the date was agreed upon and your co-worker decided to bring over a few of her cats
the immediate second the pretty red furred maine coon, pink-ish scottish fold and the grey striped scottish fold stepped out of the cat bag, nyelt and nyan heng seem to brighten immediately as they fucking dash towards the three cats
turns out the five of them seemed to have been close before they got separated and the two male cats found their way in your home
at least your cats were happy yet again. which made you happy in turn too
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awwwwwww
everyone's reactions when you first introduce them to nyanqing. and honestly, you can't blame them because look at that cute little cream munchkin pitter pattering his way over here!!!
as stated above, a cute little cream colored munchkin
super adorable
tiny
a tiny baby
"hang on, i'm gonna have an abnormal increase in my sugar intake simply because nyanqing is just too damn adorable to not to do that" - you on a daily basis while calling your best friend and honestly? your bestie's starting to get a bit sick of your constant fawning over your cats
that is until you bestie decides to come over for a visit to drop off some meds for you (during the infamous 'trying to lift meow yuan and almost breaking your spinal cord' day), your bestie dropped down to the floor, unresponsive the moment you called over nyanqing to introduce him to your bestie
yeah... since then the two of you constantly fawn over the little munchkin while trying not to die of a cuteness overload
but it's completely fine and understandable even as you two get the nth heart attack this day simply because nyanqing was... well, nyanqing himself!
an adorable little pliant baby who loves nothing more than sleeping, playing around with meow yuan, you and sprinkles of mischief sometimes
is the closest to meow yuan and can be found with the large siberian cat whenever you can't find him. often times, you would have to move meow yuan over to check each and every nook and cranny around the large siberian cat just so you can get a glimpse of the small munchkin and let out a sigh of relief
at times, the eepy meow yuan tends to curl up with the tiny nyanqing buttttt due to how much of a heavy sleeper the larger cat is, nyanqing almost gets crushed under the much larger cat
yet he somehow is still alive and well and completely okay???? like what????????
still doesn't relieve your heart no matter how many times you find the tiny munchkin under the large siberian cat
is a little bit mischievous at times with how he lovingly bothers nyan heng. trailing after the black minx all the while meowing his ears off about something. the same can be applied to nyelt as well but nyelt tends to patiently converse with the small munchkin unlike nyan heng who wishes to avoid him at most times, preferring his lone and private time
seem to have some sort of an ongoing hidden agenda against meowade and luonya. the former black can cat be found bullying the small munchkin until either the other cats step in or you. as for the latter? no one knows. somehow, nyanqing always ends up getting into a defensive position whenever luonya comes into his field of vision
one time you even found nyanqing hisses at meowade with meow yuan behind the tiny kitten's back. you had to put the three of them into time out and give meowade a scolding
what about scolding nyanqing you say? well
“this is the last time i’ll let you off the hook, nyan-nyan. if i find you stirring up trouble again”
yeah… when are you ever going to stop letting your cats off of the hook [name]?
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…
“you sure this is a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover?”
“yes, it is indeed a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover. i’m guessing it’s a somali cat though it could be mixed breed with another different cat breed as well”
“you sure…?”
“please get out, and allow the others to show their pets”
yeah… the local vet is familiar with you and your many different cats. not to mention the amount of times you asked if meowpo was truly a cat and not a fox undercover because damn, is this cat fucking mischievous
an absolute fucking menace and i cannot stress this enough, god
the type of cat who would keep a straight eye contact with you as his soft squishy paw slowly pushes a cup full of your coffee towards the edge of the surface all the while keeping the :3 face
oh you thought meow yuan was bad and mischievous? you immediately took back your words the second you adopted meowpo
that’s how damn bad this little cat is
you know those moments that you have like,,, a cute aggression? but instead of smothering the cat with kisses and hugs and cuddles, you end up lovingly bullying the cat? yeah. that’s your eternal cycle with meowpo
“you stupid—“ kiss “—fucking” kiss “—cat!” kiss “when the fuck—“ kiss “—and where the fuck” kiss “—did you came from” kiss “—to make me suffer, huh?”
a never ending cycle and meowpo fucking revels in the sheer amount of times he can make you have lovingly bullying cute aggression moments
seems to have some sort of a rivalry with nyepard and surprisingly meow yuan
nyepard was completely understood and truthfully, you saw it coming. nyepard is a rule follower and an enforcer through and through meanwhile meowpo is a rule breaker
so imagine your surprise when you come back home one day to see meow yuan glaring at meowpo from his windowsill
“meow yuan, what’s gotten into you? why are you bullying meowpo?”
“mrreow!” oh meow yuan sounded a bit angry. which only served to double your shock since meow yuan is a very gentle cat despite his large size. gentle, affectionate, chatty, friendly and a bit mischievous at times but never hostile or mean
“mrreeeooww!” meowpo seems to complain as he makes his way over to hide behind your leg. he seems to be shaking or even afraid of the larger cat
to which, you immediately coddled and soothed meowpo over and scolded meow yuan afterwards. all the while meowpo gives meow yuan a knowing smug look
yeaaahhh… these idiots are fighting for your attention and affection
if meowpo isn’t somewhere inside the house, creating chaos and getting scolded by the other cats then you can definitely find him by asking a help from nyepard. nyeppie would dutifully carry out his duties and rat meowpo out in record time
but he isn’t always so mean or mischievous. the times where you fall sick and is having a hard time trying to breathe through your nostrils, meowpo is the one who takes care of the other cats’ bowls of food and water
it was a way of him hoping to help you out the tiniest bit as you lay bedridden
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nyepard, the most… dog-like cat you would ever meet. but also a cheetah-like as well????
it’s hard to explain since nyeppie has spotted fur and the black smokey eye that cheetahs have and not to mention his large yet lean physique as well
the second largest. whereas meowade is also the second biggest due to his length, neppie is the second biggest due to being a bit on the… buffer? side
seriously, you were worried for a few days when nyepard kept growing and growing, showing absolutely no sign of stopping his growth spurt
thankfully, he isn’t as big as meow yuan
you don’t wanna live with the embarrassment of getting dragged down the street by another big ass cat chasing after a random pretty leaf they saw. nope. you can’t deal with the embarrassment and shame
and yes, you did dragged down the street when taking meow yuan out on a walk before but that is a story and second hand embarrassment for another time
another sweetheart despite his size
very doting, gentle, very shy when it comes to affections but still asks for them anyways because it’s you
the first time you took nyepard for his vet vaccinations, the veterinarian looked at you dead in the eyes as if saying “bestie, what the fuck?”
of course you would get weird stares whenever you take the big cat out for a walk. he’s as big as a doberman dog and the dotted furs of his doesn’t exactly help to direct attention away from yourself
but the sheer amount of power you feel when walking down the street with both meow yuan and nyepard by your two sides is fucking addicting
one cat that closely resembles a lion and another that looks like a cheetah. at least you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you have two scary cats privilege
scary dog privilege? [name] only knows and experiences scary cats privilege. at times it's adorable but also threatening as well because your bestie and some close co-workers know just how devoted and loyal your cats are towards you
nyeppie is the most loyal of them all. or at least, one who is willing to show it at each minute of the day with how dutifully he chases after insects with nyan heng, scolds meowpo or just is there to be your emotional support
by being your emotional support, nyeppie meant being there sitting beside your computer as you diligently types away at a work report and not to be your cuddle victim!!!! no, no no no, no no, you're not squishing his paws as you take him away in your arms to cuddle on the bed!! you always end up falling asleep!!!! what do you mean by it's completely fine that you have saved up the progress and the deadline isn't close yet?! the deadline is before midnight!!!
sigh...
if only cats could sigh heavily and smack his face with his palm as he watches you scamper about, trying to wake yourself up as you realize that you did ended up napping the day away with nyeppie in your arms
well, at least you managed to send the report in at time. by 'at time' you and him both meant at least 2 minutes before the deadline closed up
nyepard guesses you can cuddle with him this time since you managed to finish the report within a record time of 47 minutes
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luonya is probably the most weirdest cat you ever had the pleasure of adopting. and that was saying something because you're pretty sure you live with a long lost lion and a cheetah and a fox cats!!!!
and he's just a simple, silly, lovely cream colored turkish angora!!!!!
ah, whatever. you guess its just life's way of dealing you karma by making you live with a bit quirky 8 cats
jokes and a lot of conspiracy theories pushed aside for now, time to focus on the present AKA 'the pretty cat'
oh yes, while meow yuan was getting dubbed as 'the handsome cat' by almost everyone who meets him, luonya was rightfully dubbed as 'the pretty cat'
at this point, you're damn sure that your friends and co-workers come around only to coo over your cats and to spoil them rather than spending time with you... understandable, because you too would do the same without a single ounce of shame and you absolutely mean every damn word
one time, just for shits and giggles and a bunch of pictures to take of your latest cat, you signed him up for a cat beauty pageant
it was only for shits and giggles and a reason to snap pictures of luonya in a pretty cat costumes and stuff, you swear!! so imagine your surprise and how far down your jaw went slack when the host announced your cat, luonya as the cat beauty pageant winner!!!
yeah...
it was a chaotic thing to happen truly and the small glares and backhanded compliments the other cat parents were giving you was making you break out in cold sweat. at least, you have your pretty cat with you to soothe yourself a bit
and a nice whopping 300K dollars as the victor money!!!! damn, you're rich as shit now
not for too long since that money is gonna fly away in the wind due to the fact that you adopted a literal 7 cats and a kitten
worth it, you cry internally as you pay for the 50 kilograms of cat food all the while luonya gently meows at you as in a way of saying "hurry up, dear. we still have to pick up the wet food and the snacks too"
hhhh yeah
this cream colored turkish angora of yours is absolutely drop dead gorgeous yet at the same time he also has a very large secretive look on his face. there's just something about the way that luonya just acts, always sitting atop a high place in the house, as he just stares into the souls of everyone within the room
weirdly smells like either flowers or of medicine and pills and there's absolutely no in between. it's either giving lilies or pills but either way, your cat is a girlboss and he seems to know it as well
not entirely affectionate like meow yuan or meowpo but he is also not too talkative either. a bit of something in between along the lines
is affectionate and talkative at times but prefer it if you would be asleep or when its just you two when he finally decides to curl up on your lap
overall, luonya is a very gentle yet also a very suspicious cat but is oki, he girlboss and he knows what he wants and needs with how he sometimes fakes choking noises to make you get up in light speed
summary: on mother's day, a stern clan head receives heartfelt letters from her son yanqing and suitor jing yuan, leading to a surprise dinner that softens her weary heart.
pairing: jing yuan x reader (strictly platonic towards yanqing)
genre: mother's day special, heavy responsibilities, heartfelt sappiness from our best bois, found family dynamic, fluff, slice of life, quiet intimacy, gentle romance.
Night had fallen upon the Xianzhou Luofu with an elegant hush.
Beyond your arched window frames, the sky had unraveled into deep indigo, embroidered with constellations as old as time, some named by your ancestors, others by the scholars who sought patterns in the cosmos. The moon, pearled and solemn, hovered like an ancient guardian, casting its light upon the white stone corridors and reflecting faintly against jade-tiled roofs and bronze windchimes that did not dare stir.
And still, you worked.
Your study was a sanctuary carved from centuries of tradition, bookshelves rose like temple columns against every wall, filled with bound scrolls, account ledgers, records bearing your clan’s sigil, and volumes of philosophy and military strategy. Every object was in its proper place, from the inkstone freshly cleaned that morning to the small pot of magnolia tea, long since cooled, left untouched near your elbow.
You sat upon your high-backed chair of sandalwood and gold inlay, posture as poised as ever despite the ache digging deep into your spine. Your ceremonial robes, a formal navy with layered whites and thread-of-silver embroidery in geometric motifs, draped heavily over your limbs, as if to remind you of their ceremonial weight. You bore it without complaint, as always.
Meetings with allied clans. Public speeches to the common folk. Consultations with the artificers. A petition from a scholar sect. Inspections of upcoming rites. And most pressing of all—oversight of your son’s training. Each task carved a notch into your time, leaving only slivers for your own breath.
Then, of course, there was him, Jing Yuan.
That infuriating general appeared uninvited at your afternoon strategy review. He spoke of fleet reassignments and tactical cooperation, all the while maintaining that familiar smirk at the corner of his lips. His long white hair had been carelessly pinned in the back, and his golden eyes glinted with a lazy charm that belied his deadliness in war and wit alike.
Worse still, he had leaned in close during your final signature, his voice low, amused.
“Still as graceful as ever with a brushstroke, my lady. Tell me—was it art or elegance you studied first?”
You hadn’t flinched. You never flinched. But your hand, damn it, had trembled enough to leave a wayward dot of ink on the treaty.
It was typical of him. And yet… some traitorous part of you didn’t complain. Not truly.
You exhaled, and for a moment, your mask of composure cracked just enough for weariness to slip through.
That’s when you noticed it.
A folded piece of parchment sat delicately atop a pile of classified clan documents you had arranged only this morning. It was the soft hue of moon-washed blue, no insignia, no mark. The seal was pressed awkwardly and slightly askew.
Your brows drew together.
Carefully, you picked it up, fingers brushing against the fibers of handmade paper. The edges were uneven. The fold creased twice over where someone had tried too hard to keep it neat.
And the scent that lingered faintly on the page—an earthy, sparring-ground scent—told you everything.
Yanqing.
Your son’s handwriting was unmistakable. Neat where he tried, messy where he rushed. A combination of reverence and earnestness. Your eyes scanned it, unreadable until the words began to pierce through the armor you wore around your heart.
To the Head of the Clan, and most importantly, my mother,
I know you’re likely still busy, reviewing strategies, signing scrolls, preparing speeches, keeping the clan's affairs in perfect order while making it all seem effortless. I won’t take much of your time, I promise. I just wanted to leave this here for you to find when you're able to finally sit down and breathe.
I’m aware that I’ve tested your patience more than once. I’ve spoken out of turn, made selfish decisions, and sometimes prioritized swordplay over paperwork. And yet, you never gave up on me. You guided me with discipline, and through that, you showed me the strength it takes to lead not with force, but with fairness. I’ve always known you weren’t just our clan’s head, but our shield, our wisdom, and my anchor.
I used to think you were invincible. Maybe a part of me still does. But over the years, I’ve begun to understand what it costs to carry such weight on your shoulders. And still, you carry it. With grace.
Thank you for letting me chase my dreams, for trusting me enough to let me train, fight, learn… even if it scared you. I see it in your eyes, you know, the way you worry every time I step onto the battlefield. But you never stopped me. That trust means more to me than I can put into words.
You are the kind of parent I aspire to become someday: firm, loving, and resolute. I hope that when the time comes for me to take your place, I will lead not just with what you’ve taught me, but with who you’ve helped me become.
And today, I just want you to know... I’m proud to be your son.
Happy Mother’s Day. Please rest today, even just for a little while.
Always,
Yanqing
You stared at the letter long after you had finished reading it.
The tension in your shoulders unraveled like threads undone by hand. That familiar tightness in your chest—the kind only a parent understood, the one you buried every time you made a hard decision for his future—loosened into something warm.
There was more. Another page tucked beneath. Thicker parchment. Smoother. You drew it free.
You knew the scent before you even opened it—teasing citrus spice and a faint floral note from one of the palace gardens. It was his. Of course it was his.
You unfolded it.
To My Lady,
On this day meant to honor the women who have shaped and nurtured generations, I find myself reflecting on the immeasurable strength and quiet elegance with which you carry the burdens of your name, your bloodline, your people, and yet, I am selfishly drawn to the woman behind the title.
I have witnessed your tireless days, from dawn until well beyond twilight, as you shoulder duties that would crush lesser beings. I've watched you lead men twice your size, outmaneuver political tides, and make decisions that sculpt the fate of others. And even after all that, you still find it in your heart to guide your son with purpose, to look upon Yanqing not just as your heir, but as the child you raised through hardship and hope.
You may not smile often, my lady, but when you do, it humbles me more than any victory I’ve won in war. You are a woman who makes silence meaningful, who turns discipline into love, and whose presence alone inspires those around her to stand straighter and speak with care.
I must admit, it took all my years of command to muster the courage to write this, knowing how sacred you hold your boundaries. But I would be remiss if I let this day pass without honoring not just your motherhood, but your womanhood, both feared and revered by all who know you.
So allow me this, Happy Mother’s Day, my dearest. I do not claim a right to your affections, but I offer mine freely and without condition. You have already given me so much by allowing me a place by your side, even if only in quiet companionship.
Tonight, Yanqing and I have prepared something modest, though I fear the young swordsman’s definition of “modest” may be rather grandiose. Still, it is a celebration you are long overdue. No paperwork, no war tables. Just the two men whose lives have been changed by your presence, waiting to share an evening in your honor.
Until then, rest. And know that you are loved, not for what you can offer, but simply because you are you.
Ever at your side,
Jing Yuan
As if summoned by divine timing, your phone vibrated once.
[From: Jing Yuan]"Come quickly before the crab dumplings disappear. Your son has already challenged me to a duel over the last one. We await you in the back gardens."
You allowed yourself a single moment, let out a quiet breath, and stood.
When you arrived, the garden was unrecognizable.
Instead of the tranquil, reserved lantern path you were accustomed to, the garden was glowing. Lanterns floated above the stone walkway like weightless stars. The plum blossoms had been coaxed into bloom early, petals dotting the air like spring snow.
A long dining table had been placed beneath the tree canopy, draped in brocade cloth patterned with waves and cranes. Intricate tableware rested in quiet symmetry: deep blue porcelain, bone chopsticks etched with mother-of-pearl, and lotus-shaped bowls steaming gently with your favorite dishes.
There were hanging ribbons from the branches, delicate silks with hand-brushed blessings. Every detail was arranged with care. Overboard, certainly. But unmistakably sincere.
Yanqing stood rigid near the table, clad in his ceremonial garb, hair pinned with a white jade comb you gave him years ago. He straightened immediately at the sight of you.
"Mother!" he said, his voice cracking just slightly before he composed himself. "We… we hope you like it."
Behind him, reclining like he owned the moonlit breeze itself, stood Jing Yuan—hair tied half-up, robe hem embroidered in cloud patterns, a look of indulgent victory in his gaze.
"My lady," he said with a bow, the corner of his mouth curving. "Happy Mother’s Day."
You said nothing at first.
Your throat, inexplicably, was tight again.
You approached slowly, each step controlled. You surveyed the effort—the embroidered place cards, the exact angle of every lantern, the way Yanqing tried to mask his eagerness with posture.
"…This is far too much," you murmured.
"But not too much for you," Jing Yuan countered.
Yanqing nodded rapidly. "You… you deserve this, Mother. You deserve more."
The scent of delicate jasmine rice and slow-cooked spice clung to the warm air, the lanterns above glowing with a soft amber hue, casting golden halos around the table’s silverware. Ornate platters were set with ceremonial precision, a banquet that blurred the line between reverence and extravagance.
At the head of the table, your chair sat adorned with a subtle embroidery of your clan’s crest, stitched into the seat cushion only recently. Yanqing’s doing, no doubt.
He stood by you, chest puffed out just a little too proudly, fidgeting with the edge of his coat as he watched your every expression. Jing Yuan, on the other side, held himself with that usual composed ease, but there was something gentler in his eyes tonight, a glint of quiet satisfaction as he poured tea into your porcelain cup like it was a practiced ritual.
You gave everything a slow, discerning once-over.
The soft music was playing from the corner.
The folded napkin with your name hand-stitched on the edge.
The dishes, some of which were ancient family recipes you hadn’t tasted since your youth.
The centerpiece, a single, pale peony in full bloom.
Everything.
Finally, you let out a breath and spoke.
"This will do," you said with your usual poise, nodding once.
Then, after a pause, your gaze lingering on the flustered hands of your son and the rare softness on the general’s face, your voice lowered, warm and hushed, not for the court or your clan, but for them:
"...It’s perfect."
Before you could blink, Yanqing surged forward and wrapped his arms around you in a rare, impulsive hug, his armor clinking against the brocade of your robes. It was awkward, tight, and a little too sudden, but you felt his gratitude in the way his hands trembled as he clung to you, chin resting lightly on your shoulder like he never wanted to let go.
You allowed it. Just for tonight.
Jing Yuan chuckled under his breath, folding his arms, his voice teasing yet soft as velvet.
"As much as I hate to interrupt such a heartwarming display… we should sit. Before the food turns cold. Even my cooking has its limits."
You turned your head slowly toward him, sharp eyes narrowing with practiced elegance. It wasn’t a real glare, but it had just enough chill to make Yanqing jolt upright again, cheeks bright red.
"Y-Yes! Sitting now!" he said, rushing back to his seat, nearly knocking over a spoon.
Jing Yuan gave you a wink as he took his place beside you, as if to say some things never change.
And as you finally reached for your tea, something warm—not the heat of duty, not the weight of command, but something far more fleeting-bloomed softly in your chest.
Not every war is fought on battlefields. Some are fought in the quiet victories of love.
HIII!! May I request teen reader with parental figure!Jing Yuan? Reader is friends with Yanqing (I was thinking that reader is a cloud knight directly under Yanqing for missions... maybe? They got close as they're around the same age). They get even closer which lead him to invite reader to meet Jing Yuan, then that gets more frequent and Jing Yuan starts to go "mhm second child" and reader also goes "mhm parental figure"
This was just a random thought lmao, thank you!!
“The greatest gift a parent gives is the freedom to grow”
Summary: You, a teen Cloud Knight working alongside Yanqing, grow closer to Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu. Through missions, training, and casual visits, your bond with Jing Yuan deepens, with him affectionately referring to you as his "child." The relationship evolves from respect to familial affection, with Jing Yuan becoming a parental figure to you.
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Yanqing x Reader, Platonic, Parental Figure!Jing Yuan, Teen!Reader, Family Dynamics, Humor, Affectionate Relationships.
The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the training grounds of the Xianzhou Luofu as the sound of clashing swords echoed through the air. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you carefully observed the sparring between Yanqing and his opponent. You were supposed to be resting after a mission, but you couldn't resist the temptation to watch your friend in action. His strikes were quick, precise, and filled with the energy of someone who had been training relentlessly for years. You, however, preferred a quieter approach to combat, relying on strategy and careful planning rather than brute force.
"Hey, ready to join in?" Yanqing’s voice broke you from your thoughts.
You grinned, raising an eyebrow. "You want me to go easy on you?"
Yanqing scoffed, lowering his blade and flashing you an impish smile. "As if I need your pity."
"Don't worry," you said with a smirk, "I wouldn't give you pity if you begged for it."
He laughed, a sound that was light but full of confidence. "Well, you're on then."
Before you could step forward, Yanqing's gaze flickered to the side. His expression softened, and he quickly straightened up. "Ah, it's General."
You turned to follow his gaze, spotting Jing Yuan standing at the entrance to the training area, his sharp eyes surveying the scene with quiet attention. The serene aura that always surrounded him was like a calming breeze, and his presence was enough to make anyone pause in respect.
"General." Yanqing called out with a respectful bow.
Jing Yuan gave a small nod, his calm demeanor never wavering. "How are your lessons going, Yanqing?" His voice, though soft, held a weight to it that could silence any room.
"I’m progressing well," Yanqing replied with a bright smile, then turned to you. "Oh, and this is my friend, [Name]. They've been on missions with me for a while now."
Jing Yuan’s gaze shifted to you, and for a moment, you felt the weight of his eyes studying you—assessing, calculating. "It’s a pleasure to meet one of my student's companions. Yanqing speaks highly of you."
You straightened up, offering a polite bow, though the air between you and Jing Yuan felt a little more intimidating than you had expected. "The pleasure is mine, General. Yanqing is a skilled companion, and it’s an honor to work alongside him."
Jing Yuan smiled, but there was a certain mirth in his expression. "I see. Well, I trust you’re keeping him in check, then?"
Yanqing rolled his eyes, but you could see the pride in his stance. "I don’t need anyone to keep me in check, General."
"Of course not." Jing Yuan replied dryly, the slight amusement in his tone making you chuckle.
The next few weeks saw more and more of you accompanying Yanqing to meet the General. Jing Yuan’s calm, almost lazy demeanor intrigued you. Despite his reputation as the "Dozing General," there was a wisdom in his eyes, a depth that you found fascinating.
One day, after another successful mission together, Yanqing invited you to join him for a brief visit to Jing Yuan’s quarters. You hesitated for a moment, but curiosity won out.
Inside, Jing Yuan was as composed as ever, sitting at a low table with a scroll in hand, his eyes flicking up only when you and Yanqing entered.
"Ah, [Name], you’ve returned," he remarked, though his tone was casual, as though you’d been coming and going for years.
"I’m just stopping by," you said, with a small grin. "I’ll be out of your hair soon."
Jing Yuan’s lips quirked up slightly, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he set the scroll down and beckoned you over to join them. "Sit, sit. Yanqing, I trust you’ve been teaching them well?"
You chuckled, settling into the seat next to him. "Well, I wouldn't say teaching per se... But I’ve been keeping Yanqing from getting too reckless."
"Reckless, you say?" Yanqing shot you a playful glare, clearly not offended, but you could see the glimmer of pride in his eyes.
"Reckless is an understatement," you teased back.
Jing Yuan leaned back slightly, eyeing the two of you with a thoughtful expression. "I can see that you’ve become quite close. It’s good to see Yanqing surrounded by such capable people."
You nodded, trying to hide the small blush that crept up on your face. "Thank you, General. It’s been... an honor to work alongside him."
"Mm," Jing Yuan said, his eyes twinkling with a knowing look. "You’ve done well, both of you."
Over time, your visits to Jing Yuan’s quarters became more frequent, especially after missions or during downtime. At first, it was just casual conversations—discussions of recent missions, lighthearted banter, or even moments of silent reflection. But the more time you spent with him, the more you began to feel a strange sense of belonging in his presence.
Jing Yuan often referred to you as his “child,” though he said it with a fondness that made your heart warm in a way you didn’t quite understand. It wasn’t the strict, authoritative tone that most might use with a subordinate, but more like the gentle prodding of a parent who cared deeply but didn’t need to say it outright.
And you, in turn, began to call him "father figure" in response, sometimes with an exaggerated bow or a playful grin, but it was always said with genuine affection.
"You've been practicing your swordsmanship well, I see," Jing Yuan remarked one day as he watched you and Yanqing spar. "But remember, [Name], there is no shame in using your mind as well as your strength."
You paused mid-strike, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips. "I know, I know. It’s just hard to put down the sword sometimes."
He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "Take your time. You’re still learning."
There was something about the way he said it that made you feel seen—not just as a warrior or a Cloud Knight, but as a person. Someone who was growing, who still had room to learn, and most importantly, someone who mattered.
"I will, General," you said, the familiar teasing tone in your voice. "I’ll try not to disappoint."
"I know you won’t, my child." Jing Yuan replied, the corners of his lips curving upward.
And just like that, the unspoken bond between you and Jing Yuan grew stronger. The calm, wise, and patient leader of the Xianzhou had become more than just an ally or mentor—he had become a father figure, and in turn, you had become a beloved part of his ever-expanding family.
・In my Jing Yuan post, I mentioned Yanqing as a sort of subsidiary yandere to Jing Yuan; he, who follows the General’s word as law, certainly feels quite interconnected with him if a matter such as this obsession were to emerge. It isn’t impossible for Yanqing to emerge as a platonic yandere of his own, however. …He isn’t really known for making many friends his age, but if someone more normal- or perhaps even ‘weak’ were to coalesce into his life, I feel like overprotectiveness is a natural result. Be they perhaps his sibling or even just a non-Cloud Knight friend he grew close to by chance, those are avenues in which Yanqing could become an independent sort. Regardless of whether or not his obsession comes in tandem with Jing Yuan, though, the result is much the same.
・Yanqing is a highly self-assured person- and that’s for good reason, considering both his prodigal talent and his stern conviction in his self-improvement. He is still a child, though, and that can make him quite reckless. When it comes to someone around his age he views as weak, he very much feels the need to sort of ‘prove’ he’s able to protect you. To be more blunt- as he doesn’t talk to people his age that he can show off to so often, you get the bulk of that attention. He always wants to appear cool in front of you and tries very hard to come up with new tricks and maneuvers to show you.
・What you see the most of with yandere Yanqing is this mix of equal parts childishness and equal parts maturity. He tries to be both a peer and an authoritative figure to you at once, to perhaps mixed reception. He’s more willing to aid you in typical sibling-like hijinks, but if Jing Yuan is also in the picture his rules will come first.
・While Yanqing is primarily someone who enjoys time well-spent with you, one other thing about him is that he has no financial reason whatsoever. He buys new swords for his collection like how others might spree-buy plushies, and holds a great aesthetic eye when it comes to choosing decorative details. I can see that with a person deflected as the focus of his obsession, that impassioned spree-buying will be focused on you and things he thinks ‘fit you.’ He would adamantly deny the idea of treating you almost like a dress-up doll… but that’s exactly what it’s like.
・Yanqing has less authority than most platonic yanderes I’ve covered, being it that he’s closer in age to you, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his hardest to have more, almost like a toxic middle school friend. If he is a lone platonic yandere, if he ends up having a personal gripe with your caregivers (be he just jealous or annoyed if they try to separate him from you), he may end up at grasping at whatever straws may be needed to convince himself that they are unworthy to take care of you, and then appropriately deal with it with his authority as a Lieutenant to frame their actions as criminal. He is a clumsy yandere due to his age, but he definitely has all the makings of a more authoritarian one. Different as he is to Jing Yuan, he is similar in being calculative but also requiring a moral sense of justification.
warning — none, just fluff! might be ooc, established relationship, gn! reader, mentions of killing, platonic for yanqing, characters in order
a/n— first hsr post omgggggg!! as i stated in the warning the characters might be a bit ooc because it's my first time writing for them so.. it's short im sorry :(
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blade 刃
✧ he was just crouching down when you, out of the blue, start patting his head.
✧ blade turns his head up to look at you, mans just.. staring at you with such cold eyes. watching as you pat his head, he's... ugh *cue a deep and "annoyed" sigh*
✧ "what is it now, Y/N?" he asks in an annoyed tone, and honestly, he could've just stood up or removed your hand from his head but he didn't. weird, isn't it? blade lets you continue your nonsense as he crouches there, pressing his lips into a thin line as people pass by, giggling and pointing at you two. they were probably talking about how cute you two were.. a tall, scary guy getting head pats from someone who isn't to scary looking. how adorable! ♡
✧ he watches you intensely with piercing eyes, but you know that there is a small glint of softness seeping out of his mask.
✧ blade doesn't really like pda out in the public but, a head pat? pfft- that's not even big! why would he be affected by something to small? so he doesn't care. (but he really does, because ohmygosh! it's you!! you're giving him head pats, so so adorable!)
✧ he doesn't mind anything when it comes to you.. but if somebody who's not you starts patting his head, they'd be dead on the ground already.
✧ whenever someone (like jing yuan) notices this cute interaction and give him a smirk and mouth "aww" he rolls his eyes and stares into their soul, because when you're done he may or may not try to kill them later <;33
✧ (blade tells you to not do that in public once you're done, but when you're both together in private he asks, in a very embarrassed tone, if you could give him some head pats.)
✧ he grumbles and mutters under his breath, something along the lines of "i can't believe it." when you smile and pat his head, he's trying to act all tough and act like he isn't affected by your actions but it's really hard to when heat rushes to his cheeks and a pink hue suddenly appears on his cheeks.
✧ "what? i'm red? don't be so ridiculous ...."
gepard 傑帕德
✧ he blinks at you in confusion when you stand on your tippy toes and gesture for him to come down to your level, when he does, you start to pat his head. ah, there it is. the flustered and confused gepard.
✧ "ohmygoshyou'resoadorablehowcanonebesocute!!!" literally his thoughts right now as you pat his head and gush over how soft his hair is, gepard is quite literally on cloud nine.
✧ gepard sort of.. malfunctions? his cheeks are so red and hot he thinks he may faint from your head pats. he freezes when you first place your hand on his head but within a few seconds he immediately melts in your touches and smiles up at you.
✧ gepard loves receiving pda from you. whether it be something small or not. he loves knowing the fact that everybody knows that you two are together from these simple loving acts. he allows you to continue patting his head (as if he could stop you) and you can see how he's blushing like crazy.
✧ he looks like a cute puppy boy who loves getting head pats (because he does) and his adorable red face makes your heart melt. once you're done with patting his head, he immediately grabs onto your hand and for a second he pauses before he slowly puts your hand down, he blushes and looks at you in an embarrassed way
✧ "i.. is it alright if you continue this later? when we're alone..?"
dan heng 丹恆
✧ hghfffffff are you trying to kill this man? could this interaction not be any cuter!?!?!? <- dan heng freaking out internally as you pat his head. dan chuckles softly and sighs in delight.
✧ dan LOVES it when you give him affection, in the public or not. if you hold his hands, he will blush, if you give him a peck on the cheek, he will blush, if you link arms with him, he will blush, if you- (you get the idea..)
✧ "truly, Y/N, you're so cute.." dan sighs, closing his eyes as you continued to pat and run your fingers through his hair. if he was a cat right now, he would be purring loudly. like, really loud.
✧ he doesn't care if his friends see him like this, it's adorable, is it not? if anything he'd smile happily at whoever's passing by or at his friends and mouth "im in heaven-uh!!" while pointing at you patting his head.
✧ your head pats give him some soft of comfort, it's like you're praising him, by patting his head. and he would love nothing more than you patting his head after doing something successfully or winning a duel.
✧ when your hands leave his head he immediately grabs your hand and places it back on his head. "don't stop, i like it." and how could you refuse? (you can't, that's the thing)
✧ so you spent like 20 or more minutes just patting his head, your hand was getting slightly tired and when he noticed how sloppy your movements were getting he let out a soft sigh and stood up, smiling down at you.
✧ "thank you for spoiling me, love. lets go get some food yeah? how about your favourite?"
jing yuan 景元
✧ he raises his brows at you in confusion and amusement. he doesn't say anything though, only staring at you with those pretty eyes and watching you pat and rub his head.
✧ slowly, his lips curve into a smirk. "dear, what are you doing? giving me head pats.. interesting.." his tone is so teasing for what reason.. jing yuan is a general, so whatever he does affects his reputation and his image, but he really doesn't care when it comes to you.
✧ like when yanqing comes running to jing yuan, looking at you patting his master's head. he's obviously thinking "what.. on earth..?" and opens his mouth to speak but jing cuts him off. "what are you here for, yanqing? im currently busy with my partner."
✧ huhu, he's such a tease, asking you why you're giving him head pats, asking if you're doing this to get his attention or something.. you can only shut him up with a chaste kiss to his lips to which he blushes at.
✧ he sighs softly and closes his eyes. taking in the calm breeze and the nice head pats you're giving, jing yuan won't really voice that he's enjoying this, but maybe his soft hums that escape his lips will tell you.
✧ but in the end when the head pat session is over, he smiles tenderly at you and leans forward to give you a quick kiss on your cheek. "i enjoyed your little head pats.. maybe you should do it more often."
✧ he gives you head pats in return as well!! it's only fair, right? once you're done with your head pats it's his turn, you're surprised at first since you didn't expect him to do that but you don't complain. his eyes soften as he sees how you're enjoying this, a faint blush on his cheeks as he continued to pat your head. you're so adorable.. it's truly a blessing to have you in his life.
✧ "it's only fair, is it not? you give me head pats and i give you them as well.."
yanqing 彥卿
✧ he looks at you in confusion as you pat his head, was this some sort of reward for finally hitting 5,000 strikes on a practice dummy? either way, he lets you continue patting his head.
✧ yanqing thinks that it'll be over soon but.. nope. you continue to pat his head and he just continues to stare at you, giving you a nervous smile when your eyes meet his. "ah.. Y/N, why..?" he stops himself from talking when you stop moving your hands, did he upset you?
✧ but when he realizes that you only stopped because you thought that it was making him uncomfortable, he immediately reassures you that he wasn't uncomfortable, only... confused.
✧ when you explain that you just wanted to give him a head pat (maybe as a reward for doing such a good job) he nods his head and speaks again. "you.. can continue if you want. i dont mind. just tell me next time, okay?"
✧ he knows that he made the right choice when he sees your eyes light up as you start to pat his head again. yanqing is slightly embarrassed when he sees that jing yuan notices what you're doing to him
✧ yan smiles awkwardly at jing and he's sweating BALLS because now the general, his master!! is seeing him in a situation that.. could make him be seen as vulnerable.
✧ he eventually stops you and apologizes, saying that he has to go do something (he really does) and that he doesn't mind if you pat his head next time, probably somewhere jing yuan doesn't frequent.
luocha 羅剎
✧ ah.. he expected you to do something like that. he doesn't really mind it, if anything he loves it! he smiles tenderly as he relaxes in your touch, sighing softly. "mm, i do enjoy this, why head pats all of the sudden?"
✧ when you explain that you just felt like it, he lets out a hum and nods his head. luocha continues doing what he was doing before, it was quite hard to concentrate, yes, but he didn't have the heart to stop you so..
✧ luocha likes receiving pda from you, mostly in private though, but as of right now you two are alone so he doesn't care what you do to him. and if you don't mind, maybe he could return the head pats (and more) as well?
✧ he actually enjoys the head pats, and he actually voiced it as well!! and when you tease him about it you notice a faint pink hue appear on his cheeks.. so cute..
✧ if you give him head pats out in public though, he might stop you if you go on for too long. but don't worry, he will allow you to do it for however long you want to once you two are home.
✧ he's so soft for you honestly, so expect head pats back. when you're done you turn away but suddenly he starts to pat your head back and you're just like ??? you're still and everything
✧ luocha chuckles softly at your reaction and smiled tenderly at you. "how cute of you, i must give you something in return, no?"
welt 瓦爾特
✧ ".... what are you doing..?"
✧ he's so confused i swear, staring at you dumbfounded and slightly annoyed when you pat his head. he lets out a huff and goes back to his activity. he could care less about what you're doing to him and doesn't mind what others think.
✧ welt is unbothered by you, allowing you to continue your head patting and you're glad that he's not that affected by your actions.
✧ welt glares at anybody who's giggling and pointing at you two. like, mind your own business.
✧ he looks like a grumpy dad and sighs sadly. "why... are you.. nevermind."
✧ you might think that he isn't enjoying it and he has to put up with you everyday, which, he does. but he is enjoying it. anything you do to him he absolutely loves and cherishes. you think he'll forget about the head pats? absolutely not, once you two go home he's asking you to massage and run your fingers through his hair after showering.
✧ "dearest, could i trouble you to do what you did to me earlier today, right now? i.. enjoyed it.."
sampo 桑博
✧ smiles like a mad man!! you're just so adorable.. how could he not?? sampo's smiling like crazy when u give him head pats <;33
✧ "oh? what's my little dove doing?" he says in a teasing tone (?? he likes teasing u hhh)
✧ his heart is beating so fast you can probably hear it if you were to lean in closer to his chest. not only that but he's B.L.U.S.H.I.N.G. face red like a tomato as you run your fingers through his hair.
✧ sampo will NEVER stop you from giving him affection (especially kisses and linking hands with you) so when you give him head pats he allows you to instead of stopping you.. and you're doing this in public too.. not that anything's wrong with that!!
✧ he pulls you in closer by your waist!! smirking as he hears you yelp from surprise. "what~ did that surprise you?"
✧ sampo could care less about the stares he gets from people/his friends, why should he be? everybody in the world should know about your relationship!
✧ please don't stop the head pats :(( he's literally begging you to not stop because its just so comforting to him ♡ if you do stop he won't pressure you to continue but he'll probably pout for a good 20 minutes before he finally smiles again when you kiss his cheek.
✧ he loves the head pats. so he hopes that you will continue giving him head pats in the future <;33
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another note: first hsr post!!! also i got my glasses today and uhm i kinda hate it but yk what, my eyesight is so much better so...
* pairing(s) : various hsr x gender neutral reader
* prompt : drabbles abt hsr charac's and smth they like abt u?? idk im having brainrot spare me <\3.
* authors note : this was a cute idea, lowkey made me miss having a crush HAHAHA. if this does well i promy on my left toe ill do a part two (REAL).. maybe ooc, i'm just brainrotting huhu
DAN HENG was.. oddly uncomfortable but comfortable with the feeling of liking you. You two hadn't been together long, but the short amount of time had him noticing all the little quirks that you'd do, how you'd tap your pencil whenever you were stuck on a problem, the routine you had every morning and the little notes you'd leave for the trailblazers inside their rooms.
The part that made him feel a little iffy was that.. he wasn't used to being like this. He was never the type to care much about the quirks and habits of people, but considering the amount of time he spends with you (and staring at you), he can't really blame himself. He was absolutely smitten for you, so maybe those changes weren't so bad.
"You're so cute." He chuckles as he leans on his doorframe, catching you red handed as you stick the 'anonymous' sticky note on his desk. (Everyone figured it out it was you since you were the only one who wouldn't recieve one.) "Heyy, how did you catch me?" You say with a giggle, as he walked towards you and pulled you close from your waist. "The little things about you give everything away, my love."
Saying that MARCH 7TH adored you was an understatement. She absolutely LOVED being with you, all the time, everywhere. She'll be clinging onto you like a koala and if you're busy or Welt tells her to stop being so affectionate she'll pout and cross her arms. "Why can't I be with my partner?!" She'll say with an annoyed tone, "Because you have a mission, March." Welt would reply, rolling his eyes as you only chuckle in amusement.
You already knew how clingy she'd be, and infact you loved that about her, it was so sweet with how much she cared. She'll take and shoot thousands of arrows for you, to protect you and make sure you'll always be safe and happy to cuddle her before sleeping.
Speaking of which, shes in your arms, softly snoring as you two snuggle closely on her bed. You can't believe she's yours, the most pretty, bashful and caring girl in the universe. And she loved being with you the most.
BRONYA frowned as she stared at the clock in her office, 9PM. She was still forbidden to go home, and knew how lonely it must be for you. She was your lover, but could barely find time on most days to be with you. "It's okay!" She remembers you saying, but she can't help but feel guilty imagining all the times you slept alone in a shared bed.
The sound of her door creaking open caught her attention, and she watched as you peeked your head through the door and giggle. "(name)?!" She says with a shocked and confused voice, watching you open the little sling bag that you brought with you and pull out a lunchbox. "Eat. I know you haven't eaten." You demand, putting the neatly put together meal that you made for her.
Even if you had done this so many times, it still surprised Bronya every time you had these little surprise visits. "Dear.. I appreciate all of this but it'll be late if you leave now-" But a puzzled expression is plastered all over her face as she watched you make a little comfy sleeping corner with a pillow and a hood you were wearing as a blanket.
She sighs at your stubborn nature, knowing she won't change your mind. You notice her pulling up a chair and putting it next to hers, she sits down and pats her lap. "You can.. try and see if that's more comfortable." Finally, her worried gaze turned into a smile as you're eyes sparkled in delight. Before you sat down, you plant a kiss on her cheek and lay down on her lap.
"I love you, Bronya."
"I love you more, (name)."
Dating JING YUAN might be the hardest quest you've accepted, the DOZING GENERAL was on quite a handful of lists of men that parents want their daughters to marry. And hell, they've even tried throwing their daughters in his way, but he's effortlessly avoided them all. As you were the only person who had truly mattered in his heart.
He knew that his popularity can be.. suffocating. Even when he was simply courting you, he asked Tingyun to stop selling photos of him, so you'd know that he was completely serious on being a better man than he ever could be for you. But that alone can't stop the delusions of obsessed women, and Jing Yuan spent no time reassuring you that you're the only one who gets to hold his heart and say it belongs to you.
In a crowded area, his eyes never stray far from your figure that stands next to him and holds his hand. Despite the whispers, or the fawning women (and men), his eyes were locked on yours and his gaze wasn't going anywhere.
During his meetings (where he'd sometimes be dozing off..), he'd notice how you'd actually be paying attention and smiles at your adorable serious face like the most smitten man he is in the galaxy.
You can generalize it and say that Jing Yuan has made it so painfully clear to everyone that he was inlove with one person, and had no intentions of entertaning anyone else.
HERTA, despite her puppets scattered everywhere, her main body was always nervous when it came to being around you. Maybe you were used to it, always seeing her around, but she had not quite been used to human to human contact in a while. It's natural the way she tries to brush off the way she profusely blushes after your fingertips brush against her, because she's not used to spending so much time with someone as herself. She can't just pretend something isn't there anymore, because around you, she's just an absolute mess.
You watched Herta as she works on yet another puppet for the station, putting a hand on her shoulder as she jolts at the touch. "Hehe, no need to be startled. It's just me." You tell her, but she pouts a little in response. "I am an utterly perfect being. Little things such as that do not invoke fear in me."
Humming as a response, she finds it hard to find any interest in her work now. Why would she? You're right next to her, and you were far more interesting and pretty than any of the other things she's created.
She leans on you and you look down at her, "Hm? Have you lost interest in it already?" You ask, already familiar with her habit of losing motivation in a task when uninterested. She looks up at you and smiles a little. "How could I not when you're here? I might even say, you're the most interesting thing in my entire life."
GEPARD was a man who thought that loyalty was to be earned, not given freely. So when he had met you, his heart knew that no one was as deserving of his loyalty than you. You were apart of the Silvermane guards, and so naturally he was your leader. On the first day, you were very kind to not only Gepard, but your fellow guards as well. Many believed you were the kindness that the Silvermane guards deserved but never recieved, and he couldn't help but agree.
When you two began dating, he never noticed how much softer he had gotten. The way his gaze lingered on you when you left the room, the gentle kisses he'd plant on your cheek, and the way he enjoyed making you flustered. Those things were actions that the Captain didn't know he could enjoy, until you had come into his life, and practically changed the trajectory of it.
You were rambling on about something, and as usual Gepard sat next to you and listened. Smiling a bit at your excitement of whatever you were so passionate about, eventually his gaze went from your eyes, to your lips and at that realization he nervously looked away and stared at his shoes as if the most interesting thing in the world.
"Gepard? Are you alright?" You noticed how he he had looked away, and he was silent for a few moments before swiftly planting a kiss on your lips, something unexpected considering you were both in a public space. When he pulled away, a clear blush decorated his cheeks in such a color that made him look so pretty. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
SAMPO adores messing with you, little teases to get you riled up. (but never taking it too far.) How could he not? When you have such a pretty expression when you were getting teased. But other than that, he was surprisingly domestic. He liked cooking for and with you, washing clothes, eating together in the morning and generally just liked doing house work with you.
You'd wake up to breakfast in bed more often than not, and a smiling Sampo waiting for you to wake up in the side opposite to you. "Good morning, sleepy head." or "Good morning, sleeping beauty." on other days, he was such a sweet man to you, to a point you were unsure of what you did to deserve him.
And he knew you thought of that, so every night he'd whisper all the little things he grew to love about you. His own little way to let you sleep without a heavy heart.
You were the child of a swordsmith, YANQING adored swords. Need I say more? You two loved to go on and on about different swords, how they're made, how they're used and the history. Yanqing loved to talk about this with you, as many people thought he was almost crazy for his love for it, but you never judged him. That little thought alone made his heart flutter and eyes sparkle in adoration.
You let him be the little excited nerd he was whenever you invited him to your job, admiring the photos of different swords you helped make on the walls and if he was good, you'd make him a new one to take home.
"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" He'd gush, admiring the newly forged blade in his hands as you chuckle a bit at his excitement. "Your welcome, love."
