#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

[aventurineswife]

Hiya!!! I wanted to request how HSR people (Jing Yuan specifically, but you can do more if you want, I just feel silly saying a specific person ;~;) would be with a Cat hybrid s/o? For genre I'd say mostly fluff. I'm not sure how to give more description, cause I'd love to hear your thoughts! If you do this, thank you so much!!! If not/you don't feel comfortable with it, that's totally okay too!!! Either way, love your writing!!! Have a good day/night!!! And please make sure to rest, eat, and drink some water :D <3

The Sound of Purring Peace

Summary: Jing Yuan finds comfort in the quiet company of his cat hybrid significant other. In a rare moment of peace away from his duties, he teases and spoils you with affection, encouraging you to help him rest. As you curl up together, the stresses of leadership melt away, and the two of you share a tender, intimate moment.

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Soft Moments, Affectionate Jing Yuan, Rest, Tenderness, Romantic.

The bustling corridors of the Xianzhou Luofu quieted as you slipped into Jing Yuan’s chambers. Being a cat hybrid had its perks; stealth came naturally to you. Your ears flicked in response to the faint rustle of papers, followed by a soft exhale. Jing Yuan, the esteemed Arbiter-General of the Cloud Knights, was at his desk, eyes focused on a scroll. His long hair shimmered under the warm lamplight, tied loosely with the familiar red ribbon.

But your heart melted when you saw the faintest smile tug at his lips. He always knew when you were near.

"You're late," Jing Yuan said, not bothering to look up, his voice smooth and teasing.

You pouted, tail swishing behind you. “Says the man who naps half the day. How do you even notice the time?”

He chuckled softly, setting the scroll aside. “An Arbiter-General must remain observant at all times. Besides…” His gaze lifted, eyes locking with yours. “You’re quite hard to miss, little cat.”

Your cheeks warmed at the affectionate nickname. Bounding over to him, you perched on the armrest of his chair, curling your tail around yourself. He reached out, his hand gentle as it brushed against your ears. A purr involuntarily rumbled from your chest.

“Ah, there it is,” he murmured, leaning back as if satisfied with his discovery. “My greatest weapon—your purring.”

You swatted at his arm, but there was no real strength behind it. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he countered, cupping your chin, his thumb brushing against your cheek, “you keep coming back.”

Silence lingered for a moment, the soft hum of the room wrapping around you both. Jing Yuan’s thumb traced slow, soothing patterns along your jawline. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as the tension of the day melted away.

“You’re overworking yourself again,” you murmured. “When’s the last time you took a proper break?”

He smirked. “I believe I took a rather refreshing nap yesterday.”

“That doesn’t count!” Your tail flicked in mild annoyance, but he only chuckled.

“Hmm. Perhaps I’ve been remiss in caring for myself,” he conceded, though his tone held a mischievous edge. “Would you, my dear, take it upon yourself to enforce my rest?”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes. “Are you asking me to become your personal nap enforcer?”

“Precisely.” Jing Yuan stood, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You squawked in protest, but he carried you to the plush couch near the window, settling down with you nestled against his chest. His capes draped over both of you like a blanket.

“You’re impossible,” you grumbled, though you couldn’t deny how comfortable you were in his embrace. Your tail curled around his arm, and he let out a soft sigh, resting his chin atop your head.

For a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift. The Dozing General, the Divine Foresight, the leader of the Cloud Knights—none of those titles mattered here. He was simply Jing Yuan, holding the person who made the endless march of time feel a little less lonely.

“Rest with me,” he whispered, voice low and warm. “I’ll sleep better knowing you’re here.”

You let out a soft purr in response, and his eyes softened further. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a shared tranquility. In this quiet moment, with no battles to fight or strategies to plan, it was just the two of you—content, safe, and at peace.

[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

[vntys]

jing yuan stimboard!

x x x / x o x / x x x

[koma-stims]

Caregiver Jing Yuan Stimboard

X X X / X X / X X X

[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.

[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

[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