#jing yuan is a cat

[h3wi]

life sucks sometimes. luckily, he has you.

hsr x gn!reader — ft. jing yuan, blade, dan heng, gepard

pre-established relationship. fluff. drabble. panic attack implied. mentions of death and suicidal thoughts.

time does not erase all pain, jing yuan knows this well. on the days when ghosts of the past threaten to wrench him by the neck (—cast him back into war, loss, everything that hurts—), he finds that his feet carries him with practiced ease to your doortstep.

he doesn't have to explain, you know him well. you lead him in, and shift the pillows on the couch to the side. he finds a comfortable spot for his head to rest on your lap. the sun is shining through a crack in the blinds, your hands are tenderly carressing his hair, and he sort of feels like a cat taking an afternoon nap. if fu xuan is blowing up his phone, he doesn't notice.

time does not erase all pain, but time spent with you eases it well enough.

—

blade wishes for death—that is nothing new. the sound of his sword cutting through the air, the feel of raised scars that bypassed even abnormal self-healing, the smell of blood, they all remind him of his near-unattainable desire.

he doesn't ask for comfort (after some point in time, he started to think of pain as fuel, and isn't that just easier?), but you give it anyway. when he wakes up, dizzy from dreams of blood-red eyes (or worse, blue), your arms are already wrapped around him, his head is already in the crook of your neck.

if the sweet embrace of death doesn't reach him, yours does.

—

memories that are not dan heng's haunt him most nights, accompanied by familiar dread. they are always violent like unforgiving waves in the midst of a storm, leaving him shaken and desperate to recover from the recoil.

the others think he has overslept, but you know better. when he hears gentle knocks on the door, he doesn't hesitate to open them. he is rewarded with a hug, hands rubbing slow circles on his back. 'it's okay, i'm here.' his stuttering heartbeat evens out, and he no longer feels like the walls are caving in. he believes your touch is magic.

what a blessing, he thinks, that he met you in this life.

—

gepard knows that death is common on the battlefield. he has first-hand experience, after all. a bright-eyed recruit he shared rations with in the morning could be impaled through the heart by nightfall. he carries on regardless, bound by duty.

the rare day-offs he gets he wants to spend with you. when casualty counts spike and he wonders whether he's even fit to be captain, he finds solace in your presence. your laughter, the idle chat about what you've been up, relaxing near the city fountain, they provide a brief respite to what feels like a never-ending fight.

it serves as a reassurance. he is more than willing to fight for little joys like this.

[a-little-lost-in-my-own-head]

You won't find a finer cat man anywhere.

He…

[megwillart]

Jing Nyan gets curious about Rice Dumpling... 🍁🐈

Inspired by something my actual cat has definitely done.. I love that these two both got cat forme

[aratribow]

Jy and his two guard dogs (or cats)

[kaliune]

happy Jing Nyan ♡

[thatonejingyuanenthusiast]

A little Jing Yuan spread

he is eepy

[n4tsum1-san]

im lowkey being exploited by my workplace but who cares. happy boothill release! may all wanters be havers!

btw dan heng is making the dad joke bc he canonically likes dry jokes (i edited the wiki just now to add that to his trivia w/ references)

[aoiberrie]

just another normal day

[sh1-n0bu]

picks up mic with shaking hands

desperate, whining , puppy dom fucking bratty, cat sub while begging the brat, cat sub to allow them to come inside so they could finally get pregnant and live happily with a bunch of pups and kittens all the while the bratty, cat sub could only fist at puppy dom’s hair with no other words than “s-stupid do-owwgg! ungh gcckk♡︎♡︎!”

drops mic and dies

[deathwaltz-ao3]

jing yuan: this life is a cruel one, I know no peace.

yanqing: is mr. luocha mad at you

jing yuan: luocha is mad at me

[teddybeartoji]

mmmmmmmmmm nuzzling your face into jing yuan's chest while he makes breakfast for the two of you mmmmmmmm his voice is so deep and raspy as he comments about the pillow lines on your face, cooing sweetly when you tighten your arms around his middle. he kisses your temple with a laugh and just let's you melt into him, delighted by the fact that you find so much comfort in him.

[cruel-hiraeth]

lion hybrid jing yuan who refuses to go to sleep unless you allow him to groom you…

[ninadove]

The people (@bittersweetresilience) wanted a Jing Yuan cat cake. The people shall have a Jing Yuan cat cake.

Their name is Berrypheasant Skewer ❤️

[aratribow]

I STAN JING YUAN VISITING THE HERTA SPACE STATION

He would love the lil cat critters (especially sesame cake and rice dumpling; I am totally NOT biased)

[kaliune]

Jing Nyan

[koma-stims]

Caregiver Jing Yuan Stimboard

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