"As a thick fog rolled in, he disappeared from view.
Until, out of nowhere, I saw the glint of... eyes.
[...] I couldn't tell if it was a human staring back."
what if the reader found a cat that acts like their lover? Like they have the same kind of attitude! Reader takes the cat home to take care of it with their lover! Imagine you just see you’re lover and cat staring each other down for you’re attention lol
you can do this with any honkai star rail (I’m bad with names) characters! (I prefer male but you can add female if you want) and you can do as many as you want! I just like telling my ideas :)
Two of a Kind
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Blade x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Romance, Humor, Fluff, Jealousy, Rivalry, Comfort, Lighthearted, Domestic.
Warnings: Mild Jealousy (between the characters and the cat), Slightly suggestive interactions (implied, but nothing explicit), Fluff overload, OOC 😔💔.
The moment you found the small, snow-white cat in the alleyway near the Cloud Knights’ barracks, you knew something was strange. It lounged on a pile of silk scraps like a dignified ruler, eyes half-lidded in serene boredom. When you crouched down to offer a hand, it yawned leisurely before rubbing its head against your palm.
"Lazy little thing, aren’t you?" You chuckled, scooping it up. It was oddly… familiar. The way it melted into your touch, stretching lazily, as if it had all the time in the world.
Bringing it home was inevitable.
Jing Yuan was reclining in his study when you arrived, eyes flickering open as you placed the cat in your lap. He raised a brow, immediately sitting up.
“…You brought home another one?” His voice held a mix of amusement and suspicion.
"This one’s different," you grinned. "Look at it."
The cat blinked at Jing Yuan, slow and deliberate.
Jing Yuan blinked back.
Then, as if recognizing a rival, the cat turned its head with a haughty sigh and curled up in your lap, looking every bit like a miniature version of your lover when he feigned sleep to avoid meetings.
Your laughter made Jing Yuan frown. "Don’t tell me… it acts like me?"
"It really does! Look at the way it lounges!"
Jing Yuan rubbed his temple. "I’m being replaced by a cat."
For the next few days, the battle for your attention escalated. Whenever you pet the cat, Jing Yuan would pull you onto the couch beside him, draping an arm over your shoulder. If you scratched behind the cat’s ears, Jing Yuan would hum pointedly until you did the same for him. You even caught them staring each other down one evening—one with feline eyes, the other with his usual patient amusement, both vying for your affection.
You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "You do realize you’re jealous of a cat, right?"
Jing Yuan huffed, crossing his arms. "I’m not jealous. I’m simply… asserting my rightful place."
The cat, as if mocking him, promptly stretched across your lap.
Jing Yuan sighed in defeat, then reached over, stroking the cat’s head with surprising gentleness. "Hmph. I suppose we can share."
And so, the rivalry ended in an unspoken truce—one where you were adored by both the lazy general and his equally lazy feline counterpart.
You weren’t sure what it was about the midnight-furred cat that made you stop in the middle of the street. Maybe it was the sharp red eyes, eerily intense for a feline. Or maybe it was the way it sat in the shadows, unmoving, its aura both captivating and unsettling.
Regardless, you brought it home.
Blade was polishing his sword when you arrived, and his first reaction upon seeing the cat was a deadpan stare.
“…You’re joking."
The cat, sitting by your feet, glared at him with the same unnerving stillness.
You tilted your head. "What?"
Blade sighed, setting his sword aside. "It looks like me."
You blinked. Then you looked at the cat again—black fur, red eyes, an almost unnatural stillness to the way it held itself. Then, you burst out laughing.
"Oh no," you wheezed. "You’re right."
Blade scowled, rubbing his temple as the cat leapt onto your lap, curling into a tight ball like it had no interest in anything else.
"You brought home a brooding, quiet stray," Blade muttered, arms crossed. "Sound familiar?"
You grinned. "I have a type."
For days, the cat shadowed you, always quiet, always intense. Blade would sit in the corner, watching as you absentmindedly pet the feline while reading. At some point, you noticed the two of them mirroring each other—both staring at you, both exuding the same quiet, brooding energy.
It was unnerving.
"Are you two competing or something?" you finally asked.
Blade scoffed. "Tch. I don’t need to compete with a cat."
The cat, in perfect synchronization, flicked its tail as if scoffing right back.
You buried your face in your hands. "I can’t believe this."
Still, one night, you woke up to find Blade sitting on the floor beside the couch, absently petting the cat with an almost thoughtful expression.
"...You like it," you whispered.
Blade's hand paused, his expression unreadable. "It’s quiet. Doesn’t ask for anything."
You smiled. "Like you?"
Blade clicked his tongue, but he didn’t deny it.
And so, the brooding warrior and his feline doppelgänger coexisted in an eerie, wordless understanding—both bound to you, both unwilling to admit that, maybe, they had found comfort in something they never expected.
The cat you found had fur as soft as clouds and an uncanny, almost celestial presence. With golden eyes, and an air of quiet authority, it reminded you of someone.
Taking it home, however, proved to be the real challenge.
Sunday was seated in his grand study, calmly flipping through a book when you entered with the cat in your arms. The moment his eyes met the feline’s, an odd silence settled over the room.
The cat blinked.
Sunday blinked.
You swore you could feel the tension.
Finally, Sunday exhaled, closing his book. "...My dear, why does this creature look like it stepped out of my reflection?"
You grinned. "I was thinking the same thing."
Sunday reached out, gently brushing his fingers over the cat’s fur. The cat, rather than lean into the touch, simply tilted its head with a regal, knowing gaze.
Then, as if dismissing him, it turned its attention back to you, purring contentedly as it nestled in your arms.
Sunday raised an elegant brow. "I see. A competitor has appeared."
You chuckled. "You’re not actually jealous, are you?"
Sunday didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You wouldn’t abandon me for a mere feline, would you?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was a quiet possessiveness beneath it.
You rolled your eyes. "It’s just a cat, Sunday."
"Yet it looks at me as if I am the intruder here," he mused, golden eyes glinting. "Fascinating."
For the next few days, you often caught Sunday and the cat watching each other in eerie silence, as if locked in an unspoken battle for dominance. Whenever Sunday pulled you onto his lap, the cat would jump onto your shoulder. Whenever the cat nestled against your chest, Sunday would wrap an arm around your waist, subtly claiming you back.
It was absurd.
"Sunday," you sighed. "You’re not actually fighting a cat for my attention."
He simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your hand. "My dear, I always win."
The cat, unimpressed, flicked its tail.
And so, the celestial rivalry continued—an eternal battle between a regal dream-weaver and his equally dignified feline reflection.
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