#gendern neutral reader

[kkl1nch0r]

title: sealed with a kiss (jingyuan x gender neutral reader)

notes: ok but not me shapeshifting and writing hsr content that i barely have any comprehension of???hsr as a whole??? so i try my best when i write this stuff. help me. i had FUN WITH THIS. giggling and shit when i wrote this HAHAHAHA

Fingers across a chessboard. The satisfied sigh from the general next to you. The rustling of the trees, their branches bearing the endless yellow that was nothing but background noise.

All of this came to your mind when you looked at the chessboard, locked in a battle of ecstasy and anticipation-- Jing Yuan, general of the Xianzhou Luofu, looking smug at the pieces. He's baited you into "sparring practice" with his disciple, yet Yanqing himself is nowhere to be seen.

The game seemed to be ending, and you bit back a gasp-- the pieces themselves had been in your victory, why had they turned against you now? Jing Yuan looked sincerely pleased, having beaten his accomplice at yet another round of chess.

"Checkmate," he calls, and you lean back, sighing. It was always like this: yours, defeated, and his, victorious. But you found yourself anticipating the general's genius moves, and had even sometimes put him in a position where it took several minutes for him to make his next move.

"Another round?" you asked, forgetting the "sparring practice." The pieces rearranged themselves back into place-- yours black, his white-- and stood right into rigid position.

"Why not?" Jing Yuan replied, fingers hovering idly over the pieces. He looked lost in thought: looking at the chessboard, mind straying somewhere else.

Then he smirked. And you knew.

"Let's make this a contest," he proposed casually, taking a piece and placing it one square unit forward. The soldier piece stood there, your eyes catching on it. "The winner gets to request whatever they wish from the loser."

Your heart caught in your chest. This was an opportunity that rarely came by; getting personal grants of request from the general was not common. You marveled at Jing Yuang's resolve, having said something so bold who held themselves in such high regard. A king against a pawn.

"Oh?" you asked. "And what limit may those requests have, if I ask?" "

Jing Yuan paused, eyes on the chess piece. You sat there in awe, remembering what he'd said to you days ago when you actually doing sparring practice.

"Eyes on the pawn, mind on the prize," he had said, smiling. "The prize would never know they're the prize, either."

Jing Yuan stared at you. You stared right back.

"Anything," the general said finally. "Free to request anything you wish. So, what is yours?"

You shrugged; it wasn't as if you were going to win-- but it was rather tempting, to request something the general could not grant.

Your mind whirred, thinking of all the possible things the general could not, would not, fulfill.

And you'd found just the thing.

"A kiss," you announced smugly, crossing your arms, then taking one of your chest pieces to mimic Jing Yuan's previous move. "If I win, you give me a kiss."

Jing Yuan froze, but then he regained composure before throwing back his head a bit and facing the sky. "Ha!"

You'd drawn a blank as to where you'd gone wrong as Jing Yuan laughed, wiping fake tears from his eyes. Then he was still, his eyes meeting yours-- for his oppressors, the look would have chilled them.

"That's funny," he said quietly. "Because that was exactly what I would request of you. Let's start."

You sat there, shell-shocked, as the general made his next move.

The next few minutes were tough. Every change you made to the chessboard reflected what was to come. Your mind incanted one word: kiss, kiss, kiss. It seemed to cloud your thoughts as the rest of the match flew by.

Jing Yuan huffed, but it confused you; you didn't know whether it was one of exasperation or complacency. A few pieces rolled off the board, followed by another, another, another...

It was a rough match; it seemed that you worked under pressure, and your moves perfectly opposed each of the generals... it was the final move, you were so close to victory, there were only a few pieces left, and...

"Checkmate."

But it was not you who said the word, it was Jing Yuan, and you sat there, in awe and in wonder...how had he dominated the chess game so quickly? You were stunned, as Jing Yuan sat across from you, eyeing the chess pieces like he'd fought well.

"Eyes on the pawn, mind on the prize," Jing Yuan said, extending a hand. "Good game."

Without thinking, you took his hand to shake it, but Jing Yuan yanked you in--

The kiss was something. Your mind had just drawn a blank, trapped in endless white space as Jing Yuan had placed his lips against yours. The only thing anchoring your consciousness was the intense pounding of your heart. You'd lost, and he won, and here was, doing what he'd requested, it was so--

Jing Yuan lost air first, as he pulled away, face smug. You exhaled, trying to calm yourself down, and sighed.

He'd kissed you. The general of the Xianzhou had kissed you. You yearned more, but that was...certainly something. Something no words could describe. Warm and stirring, perhaps?

There was a lot of steam to let out after that. Sword glittering at your hip, you unsheathed it, bringing the blade to the light.

"Care for some sparring practice?"

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