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" Care to stay for a drink? " 🥂✨

[dilucsflame33]

Bladie 🥹💞💞

This letter is dedicated to my best friend who feels so much like a sister to me. Hope you enjoy it, mind you everyone I write from my Au I designed together with her. Respect my works and have fun!.

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He was busy reading a book at this moment then had a thought, Its Valentines Day and he yearns for his girlfriends affections. So instead since he sometimes struggles to verbally express himself, a letter would be perfect. Takijg out a pen and paper starts to write.:

"To my dearest girl, whom I cherish like the delicate flower you are. I hope this message finds you in time as It is the day we get to spend time together and express our deepest feelings for each other. The time together we had was a long journey, however to me It was the most memorable to me. My dearest darling, I yearn for your company again. Lets make this Valentines Day also just as memorable as the day we met, I know I fail to actually speak my inner most thoughts so Instead sought to write them down here. I love you so much that no words could possibly be enough, my hopes are that my actions will speak for me. Please make sure you get enough rest and do take care of yourself, my Lily needs a lot of care as you are my delicate flower."

From your dearest lover and boyfriend Yingxing{Blade}

(Dedicated to @dilucsflame33 )

[dilucsflame33]

Short fic:

TW: possible suggestive nicknames and scene.

OC belongs to my bestie!

~•~Wriothesley fic~•~

Wrio was at his desk trying to work, however there was a certain distraction Maria his girlfriend soon to be wife that wrapped her arms from behind him."Yes my little wild cat? How can I be of assistance to you today?. You know the ring I ordered has arrived, If you wish to see it then sit on my lap here." He leaned into her and hummed as she made her way to sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist holding her firmly in place. Placing his paperwork down, his hand nimbly opens a draw that had a small palm sized velvet box. Holding it out to her on his palm he smiled watching her tear up slightly,"I know it feels unreal, but this is really happening. We are getting married and you get to choose where we must tie the knot." Her playful slap to his chest just earned a chuckle from him,"Hey you can't deny your emotions kitty cat~. Come on lets go get some fresh air, my work can wait."

After walking along the coastline nearby with her in his arms, he sits her on a nearby smooth rock and admires her,"Oh how lucky am I to have such exquisite beauty here before me." She just rolls her eyes and in turn speaks up,"Well this exquisite beauty will kick your ass If you scare me again like you did protecting me."

He raises a brow and walked over to her, his posture and the way he power walked just oozed masculinity. She was biting her lower lip and was snapped back to reality as his thumb grabbed her chin.

"Say that again my little wild kitty?, tell me precisely what you had just said."

Oh she couldn't say anything, his dominant aura was just too overpowering. Instead she mumbles to herself,"So unfair how you always win, I will get you back."

His smirk told her that she was heard and she gasped when his lips crashed into hers. He could care less If anyone was watching, by the end of tonight she was gling to be aching all over her body and in turn he will be spent. The Duke of the fortress of Meropide will be milked dry!.

[Just note its a short writing piece. Enjoy bestie!.]

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[dilucsflame33]

ART OF THE BEDCHAMBER | part 1

"Dual cultivation with you wouldn't be very useful. You might have extraordinary qi as a Vidyadhara, but it's sealed when you're in your human form."  Dan Heng stares at your fingers, deliberates as you trace the invisible paths of his meridians.  "Then," he says, "what about my dragon form?"  (Or: Dan Heng dreads the thought of outliving you and will do anything to help you achieve immortality. If that means fucking you in his dragon form, then so be it.)

6.5k words. smut, fluff, established relationship, xianxia elements. semi-explicit sexual content (only with dan heng in his human form in this chapter, sorry). reader is gender neutral, afab — they have breasts and bomb pussy game. cultural notes: "yinyue jun" is the chinese equivalent for "imbibitor lunae". please see the end notes for information on cultivation. other notes: this is set pre-1.2. 风月 was based on this fic so some things may feel very familiar! network: @trailblazernet. MDNI.

When Dan Heng—in a rather unexpected move—fell in love with you, he didn’t foresee all the agony that would come with it.

Shockingly, you aren’t the direct cause of this agony: a remarkable fact, given your routine of pestering him for as many hours as the day will allow. Dan Heng often complains about your many inconvenient behaviours (e.g., trying to cuddle with him in the archives, trying to kiss him in the archives, trying to have sex with him in the archives), but to the amazement of his fellow trailblazers, he never actually does anything about it. After getting over his initial embarrassment at such public displays of affection (this took quite some time), he’s come to tolerate it.

You often like to tease him for his leniency, all playful smiles and lilting tones: You don’t have to act so shy, Dan Heng—I know you enjoy the attention. My Heng'er likes to be spoiled, huh?

He always rolls his eyes in response. Consider it a miracle that I haven’t kicked you out yet, he’ll usually say, flicking you on the forehead. He never tells you if he means kicking you out of the archives or if he means throwing you out of the Astral Express itself, right into the vacuum of space. (Most bystanders are astonished that the latter hasn’t happened yet. So are you.)

He also doesn’t tell you how wrong it feels when he isn’t listening to the background noise of your shameless flirting. Or how wrong it feels when he doesn’t get to humour you with a kiss every once in a while.

Which brings him to the root of the problem: the wrongness that he’s feeling right now. The emptiness of the archives without your laughter, the tasteless quality of his food when you’re not there to dine with him, the restlessness of trying to sleep without you—it’s all wrong, wrong, wrong. Wrong enough for it to be a little agonizing, now that he’s nearing one hundred and twenty days of this.

You often have to leave the Express for many months in a row, so Dan Heng is no stranger to these unsettling feelings. Neither are you. If I could spend more time with you, I would, you’d said before leaving last time—and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that. But I can’t avoid going into seclusion. It’s part of the whole Cultivator gig, y'know—gotta go to a mountain somewhere and meditate for a few months. That’s just the price of immortality if you’re a measly human. Then you’d given him a little smile, pecked him on the lips. Most people do it for years at a time, but I wouldn’t be able to leave you alone for so long.

The first time you’d pointed this out, Dan Heng was startled by the relief that flooded him. Vidyadharas have an intuitively different sense of time compared to human beings, and two or three years should feel like nothing to him: relative to the centuries he’d lived as his previous incarnation—or the decades as his current one—it would be only a fleeting moment.

But in your absence, it would feel like an eternity.

It surprises him how much he hates the crawl of time without you. Dan Heng had never before been a needy person: solitude and isolation had always been the norm for him, in a lifetime absent of human touch—first imprisoned from birth, then exiled from the first moment he got to see the sun. Even after leaving the Alliance, he hadn’t allowed himself to become particularly close with anyone: it would have been too complicated because of the sensitive matter of his past, and he simply didn’t feel deserving of it anyway. Nor was he in need of it.

Then he met you.

Then he met you, and he became accustomed to the sound of your laughter, and then your offhanded, warm touches, and then your smile as you sat in the blue glow of the archive floor and poured baijiu into everyone’s cups. (Scalding, bitter; you had laughed as he made a face and warmed up huangjiu specifically for him next time, and it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.) And then he became accustomed to talking to you—to letting you unearth things he’d buried for decades, to revealing his suffering and receiving your compassion, to the gentle feeling of your hand on his shoulder. Then the tender, nervous look in your eyes, then the silky press of your lips, then the closeness of your unclothed body, and then the breathless warble of your voice—Dan Heng, I’m close, I’m so close, please—and then the euphoria of having you arch and fall apart so beautifully in his arms.

And then the afterglow. He hadn’t only grown used to that: he’d become addicted to it. Warmer and headier than huangjiu, something that he’d have never been able to imagine while growing up in the night-dark prison of his childhood.

Even the memory of his first taste of sunlight aboard the Luofu pales in comparison to the feeling of having you in his arms. The first time he’d had the privilege of holding you, he caught himself thinking: If paradise is but a dream, then I wish to sleep forever.

And now, each time he lies awake on his futon, alone except for the glow of artificial stars, Dan Heng becomes acutely aware of the emptiness left by your missing form.

He isn’t exactly deserving of your companionship. He knows that.

But he is in need of it.

After one hundred and twenty one days of seclusion, you are ready to return to the Astral Express.

Time moves differently when you cultivate behind closed doors. The act of such intense meditation and training distorts the flow of the world for you, makes entire months feel like days. Emerging from seclusion always comes with a certain anxiety: Are your friends well? Have they forgotten you? Has the Express continued its journey across the galactic railroad, or has some terrible event happened to your home—a supernova, a meteor shower, the destructive force of a stellaron?

And, most importantly: Did anyone murder your boyfriend while you were away?

There is at least one intergalactically wanted criminal who's tried to kill Dan Heng a number of times, and an entire alliance consisting solely of his haters. Half the reason you take your cultivation so seriously is to prepare for the inevitable day that someone is going to seriously attempt to murder him in front of you (probably the aforementioned criminal). You want to be strong enough to one-hit KO Arbiter-General Jing Yuan himself, if it ever comes down to it.

Of course, the downside is that the murder attempt might happen while you're off training, but you're hoping that March 7th and Caelus can cover for you in that case.

Still—while you have nothing in confidence in Caelus’ abilities (you adore March, but will not comment on hers), you sigh in relief when your phone begins to buzz.

> Are you out yet? We're on our way. > Get something to eat if you haven't yet. I'll make sure something is ready for you on the Express too. > I know you can practice inedia, but you're still a human at the end of the day. Please get something to eat as soon as possible.

No hello, no I missed yous, just plain, practical concern—as always.

You are not a practical person.

> GEGE! > GEGE GEGE GEGE > DAN HENG GEGE > come fast i want to kiss u > i'll die if u don't kiss me soon > i missed you!!!!!! > did you miss me??????

You can more or less imagine the expression on your (hopefully unharmed) boyfriend's face: deadpan exasperation. The first time you came out of seclusion during your relationship, you texted him no less than twenty times in a row from a new number, and he reflexively flagged it all as spam. He's since told you to tone down the double texting (and triple texting, and quintuple texting, and dectuple texting…), but always replies anyway.

> The Express is about to warp. We'll be there soon. > I'll do whatever you like, please just eat.

You watch as an ellipsis appears at the bottom of your chat window, then disappears, then appears again. When he finally sends his text, a smile stretches wide across your face.

> And yes, I thought of you the whole time you were gone.

With your return to the Express, you make Dan Heng engage in all your usual couple activities. Which is to say: you act disgustingly sweet with him and the other passengers experience varying degrees of shock and entertainment at his complacent behaviour.

You surprise him as he works in the archives, looping your arms around his waist and pressing against his back so you can whisper things into his ear: Gege, pay attention to me! or Dan Heng, can't you take a break now? or Heng'er, are you really going to ignore your lover like this? So cruel!

Dan Heng doesn't react during these moments, but he also doesn't push you away. Sometimes he'll shove a stack of books into your hands and say, If you have time to mess around like this, then you can work on digitizing these for me. You always agree, but wheedle a kiss out of him in exchange for your hard labour.

(Welt Yang walks in on one such kiss, coughs loudly, and walks back out. Dan Heng pulls away from your lips to stare at the door in abject horror.)

You give Dan Heng a number of books and films from your travels, and keep him company as he dives into them. He always gravitates toward the latest Xianzhou novels first, especially the ones that give mention to everyday life on the Luofu. You suppose that he's never been able to rid himself of his curiosity about the life that he'd been denied, enthralled by visions of night markets and starskiffs, teahouses and cross-talkers. You can see his longing in the crease of his brow, the softening of his eyes as he reads.

Seeing his wistful expressions, it is impossible to stop yourself from keeping him company. You press into his side, resting your head on his shoulder—something that will comfort him, you hope—and read alongside him. Sometimes the two of you fall asleep like that, wrapped up in each other on the archive floor.

(March 7th stumbles into one of these moments and can't help but snap a picture of the two of you. Dan Heng later pales when he sees your lock screen, where your slumbering, entwined forms are clearly visible.)

You often convince Dan Heng to have a proper, sit-down dinner with you in the dining car. He won't ever do it for food from the kitchens, preferring to eat in the archives instead, but he'll do it for food you cook together. The two of you enjoy your meals while watching the interstellar scenery roll by outside, stargazing at distant galaxies. Sometimes you savour the tangy-sweetness of tomato-egg stir fry (your handiwork); sometimes you enjoy the rich broth of delicately steamed xiaolongbao (your boyfriend's handiwork); sometimes the both of you sweat over the punishing numbing-spice of malaxiangguo (a combined effort and favoured couple's activity—right up there with building furniture).

The other passengers wave whenever they see you, impressed that Dan Heng has emerged from the archives. They joke as they greet you: I guess you're the only one that can pull him out of his cave!

(The older ones—Himeko especially—laugh and talk fondly about young love when they spot you. Dan Heng's expression stays as stoic as ever, but the tips of his ears go red and he accidentally burns his tongue trying to eat his own bao.)

You address Dan Heng with an astonishing number of pet names at an alarming frequency; your excuse is that you need to make up for the four months you couldn't call him anything. Mostly you call him 'Gege' in public, which he usually doesn't mind as it saves him considerable face relative to all the alternatives, but this changes when Caelus starts teasing him about it.

Morning, Gege, he starts saying at breakfast, drawing a long stare from Dan Heng. Gege, can you help me with finding these records? he asks whenever he strolls into the archives. Before expeditions, he starts turning to Dan Heng and using his most sugary voice: You'll protect me, right, Gege? And Dan Heng turns to Himeko to flatly state, I will not be held responsible if he dies.

Eventually, Caelus grows bold enough to join you both for dinner: Gege, he asks, do you want me to hand-feed you these noodles too?

Dan Heng replies by rising from his seat and walking straight out of the dining car.

(Your long-suffering boyfriend eventually says, during one of your reading sessions, that Caelus is quickly becoming unbearable with this new habit of his.

Well, you muse, since he’s just teasing you about the way I talk to you, I could stop calling you ‘Gege’.

Dan Heng stops. He looks almost hesitant, like he wants to protest, but his expression flattens into a deadpan when you continue: I could always call you 'baobei' instead. What, you don't like that? But Heng'er, you're my baobei, my xingan baobei, my little little apple and beloved husb—whoa!

You laugh hysterically as you dodge the book he chucks at you.)

Sometimes you do get him to reciprocate your actions. Shockingly—despite his reserved and conscientious disposition—you have the greatest success with this whenever you tease him while he's working. You find it works best to crawl into his lap and kiss at his jawline, whispering into his ear while he tries to focus on his screen.

I’m so pent up, Gege, you often start with. I've been trying to take care of myself, but my fingers aren't enough. You like to straddle his hips as you talk, grind a little if you think you can get away with it. You whine if you do, pressing your face into his neck—right beneath his clenched jaw. Won't you give me some attention? Just ten minutes on this desk is all we need.

Dan Heng can only ever endure about fifteen minutes of this before throwing you over his shoulder. You inevitably find yourself being flipped over in a fireman's carry, being lectured in a flat tone. I don't know where you get off lying like that, he usually comments as he makes his way to your room, ignoring your yelping and kicking. 'Ten minutes'? Every time you act like this, you end up taking up my whole evening.

(He does, in fact, spend the rest of his night in bed with you, making it clear that there is no need for you to ‘take care of yourself’ so long as he’s around.)

But despite all the grief you give Dan Heng with your public, grand displays of affection, your favourite moments with him are the private ones. The ones where you sit next to him on his futon, sharing a pair of earbuds and listening to the latest hits from the various worlds to which you’ve travelled. The ones where you make dumpling skins together during the quiet hours of the kitchen, flour dusting your fingers as you roll out the dough that Dan Heng has kneaded. The ones where you spend lazy mornings in bed together, Dan Heng holding you as you talk at length about nothing at all.

The ones where you pause in your long-winded ramble to find him staring at you, his gaze fond and fully attentive. Met with such tenderness, you have no choice but to lean in and kiss him, long and deep and smiling—and in the privacy of your room, your boyfriend is more than happy to return it.

Some weeks after you return to the Express, Dan Heng gives you a long look after one such moment and says, "You should spend more time with me."

You raise a brow. "Eh? I already spend plenty of time with you, Heng'er. I've been bothering you 24/7 now that I'm back on the Express… It's a wonder you aren't sick of me yet."

"Of course I'm not sick of you," he replies plainly. "I could never be."

The admission makes you blink. Heat prickles the back of your neck. It's not often that Dan Heng is so straightforward with his feelings.

"And I mean"—he looks away, the red paint along his waterline hidden by his lashes—"that it'd be nice if you didn't have to leave the Express so often. If you could stay here all year round."

You can't stop yourself from frowning. "You know I don't like leaving you, but I really don't want to compromise my training." Your fingers sweep gently at his brow, brushing away his hair. "I wanna be strong enough to protect you, Gege. After I get to that level, I promise I'll be around more often." Then you smile a little. "And if I'm lucky, I might even get a long life out of it!"

Dan Heng's brow dips. "A 'long life'? The whole point of cultivation is to achieve immortality, isn't it?"

"Sure, in theory. In practice, almost no human ever becomes immortal by these means. If cultivation were so easy, then people wouldn't turn to shortcuts like magical elixirs or blessings from Aeon Yaoshi." You purse your lips, voice starting to colour with derision. "Not that I'd ever be shortsighted enough to chase either of those things, mind you. I'd rather work hard, have a long and healthy life, and die and reincarnate properly if it comes to that. Immortality isn't worth the strife caused by any other method."

Dan Heng studies you closely, his eyes steadfast on yours. "Then… what do you consider a 'long life'?"

You hum, thinking. "If I don't slack off with my training, I have maybe eighty to a hundred years of youth before I kick the bucket."

"Eighty years?" Dan Heng's eyes go a little wide. You aren't used to seeing it.

"Yes?" You shift, fidgeting. "But that's only if I'm lucky. Pushing for anything more would be tough. I could undergo a qi deviation and die… or I might just not be talented enough to reach that stage of cultivation and pass away from natural causes… someone could also just kill me at any time, given my lifestyle. I've got a lot of options for dying, you know."

Dan Heng doesn't reply, nor does he look at you. It occurs to you that this whole conversation might be unsettling for him, given everything that's happened with the Xianzhou Alliance, with the matter of his past life and that vengeful monster he seems unable to kill. The mere thought of immortality must be painful for Dan Heng.

"I'm sorry, Gege," you say. "It's insensitive of me to talk about these things with you. Anyway—I'm not seriously trying to become an immortal, so you don't have to worry about me. I'm not looking to break any taboos."

Your lover gives you a long, unreadable stare before replying, "Right. Of course. Nothing good can come from the pursuit of immortality." Cinnabar paint flickers as he looks away. "Human life should be as morning dew—fleeting and ephemeral."

Dan Heng starts to behave strangely, after that. Quieter and withdrawn. Not just subdued in his affection, but absent in it.

When you bother him in the archives, he no longer scolds you or distracts you with any work—merely continuing with his tasks, completely immersed in them. When March 7th and Caelus tease him about his many pet names, he doesn't get flustered—only rolls his eyes and ignores them. When the other passengers catch sight of the two of you dining together and fondly comment on your relationship, he hardly reacts. He only continues eating, staring absently at his dish—usually something you've made, because he seems uninterested in eating anything else these days.

(Are you sure you don't want actual food from the kitchens instead? you ask once, studying what's supposed to be dough for fried breakfast buns. For whatever reason, you can't get the consistency right. The Express chefs are way better than me, you know.

No, he insists. You made it, so I want to eat it.

You don't need to be so polite!

I'm not being polite. He looks down at your fingers, dusted snow-white with flour. It's just what I want.)

You wrongly assume, for a little bit, that he's somehow lost interest in everything but your cooking. It only feels like the logical conclusion, especially when Dan Heng gets into the habit of ignoring you for most of the day despite your use of every trick in your arsenal—from kissing him to teasing him to begging him for sex. He simply tells you that he'll entertain you later, and is otherwise too deeply absorbed in his work to pay attention to you.

"Is something wrong, Dan Heng?" you eventually ask, voice small. "Is it that you don't feel the same way about me anymore? Do you want to break up?"

Dan Heng goes stock still when he hears this. Without saying a word, he puts down his tablet, locks the door, and kisses you long and hard. And then—for the first time in your relationship—he proceeds to actually fuck you in the archives. He rails you next to the terminal for the better part of an hour, forces an earth-shattering orgasm out of you that ruins the carbon-fibre surface you're laid out on, and then he fills you up to the point that his spend starts trickling down your thigh.

Hazy and fucked out, you wonder idly if it's dripping down onto the phosphorescent tiles below. Dan Heng will probably make a fuss about it, especially since this is technically a public space, and the terminal is its most high-traffic area. He'd have a stroke if anyone ever saw this mess.

When he stands up, you assume that he's getting right to cleaning, like usual. The guy can hardly ever relax.

You don't expect it when he gets onto his knees and puts his head between your thighs.

"Gege?" you say, solidly confused, but before you can ask him what he's doing, you feel the press of his tongue against your dripping entrance and then all you can do is moan.

By the time Dan Heng is done with you, the two of you are messy and breathless, collapsed and tangled up in each other on his makeshift bed.

You stare at the ceiling, mind whirring even in your exhaustion. It had been hard to process the situation while your boyfriend was railing every thought imaginable out of you—but now that he’s finally done, the shock is settling in.

Holy shit, you think, Dan Heng never gets this nasty. Something really is wrong!

You think of broaching the matter, but Dan Heng beats you to it. He turns to you, says, "I don't want to break up," and then gets back on top of you for another round.

You decide to put your foot down.

The next night, you invite Dan Heng into your bedroom. You're all business this time. There's no whining, no teasing, no Heng'er, you don't want to touch me? There are no desperate and indirect plays to get his attention while you simmer in anxiety about what he's hiding from you. (This change is not because of your own strength of mind—of which you have none, when it comes to your boyfriend—but because you're now sure you won't break up, whatever happens.) Instead, you seat him at your table and regard him with a firm expression.

You're careful to keep your voice gentle, but you still don't hesitate: "I know something's been bothering you, Dan Heng. Can we please talk about it?"

Dan Heng is prepared for the question. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you," he says instantly. "It won't happen anymore. I'm very serious about our relationship, and I have no wish for it to end."

You know he's being earnest. After spending the rest of his night fucking you—slow and sweet in your bed, rather than the desperate way he'd done it in the archives—he'd woken up this morning and gone back to normal. Paid attention to you, paid attention to others, humoured your public displays of affection and initiated his own in private. Acted like the past two weeks never happened, and that nothing’s been weighing on his mind.

Were he anyone else, you'd assume that you're simply being strung along for sex, or perhaps being distracted by it. But Dan Heng isn't anyone else: he has absolutely no interest in physical intimacy without the emotional kind. He'd slept with you as an affirmation of his feelings for you. (He probably also did it because you kept begging to be fucked, but that's neither here nor there.)

Still, as much as you liked having your back blown out in the archives, semi-public sex isn't exactly a healthy way to deal with relationship problems.

"I know you'll be more mindful of my feelings now," you reply, "but I'd still like you to tell me what's been bothering you. I won't force it out of you, but if you did tell me, we could maybe fix it?"

"It is unfixable," he replies, "and not a problem to begin with. Simply the nature of things that I must accept."

His tone is neutral. Factual. Certain of the insignificance of whatever the issue is, even though you know that he's not the type to be bothered by insignificant things.

You frown, confused. "If it's the nature of things, then it won't hurt for me to know."

Dan Heng isn't looking at you anymore, instead fixated on the view beyond your window. Peering at the many moons of this galaxy, he finally relents: "'The night-blooming cereus flowers only once.' This is how Vidyadharas describe human life."

You consider his words, contemplating the bittersweet air of the idiom.

"Because human life feels ephemeral to you?" you discern.

"Yes. The lifespan of a human is but a fraction of ours. It's never bothered me before, but"—he's finally looking at you now, and his expression guts you—"four months without you feels unbearable. I can't imagine four centuries."

You go quiet.

Dan Heng is right: this is the nature of things. Skilled as you might be, you aren't likely to be one of those rare few humans who can ascend to immortality without Yaoshi's fruit. He’ll likely need to spend the better part of his life without you, and then every lifetime thereafter. Such is the reality for a Vidyadhara choosing to love a short-life species.

“...I’m sorry, Dan Heng,” is all you can bring yourself to say, but he shakes his head.

“There is no need for you to apologize," he says plainly. "I should have prepared myself for this eventuality when I chose to commit myself to you. It cannot be helped."

Dan Heng loves this phrase, you think to yourself. It cannot be helped that I had to live alone for so many years. It cannot be helped that I was exiled from my home. It cannot be helped that I was punished for the sins of Yinyue Jun.

It cannot be helped that you will someday leave me.

A splinter digs into your heart. You reach out, squeeze his hand, and wish that you could do more.

"It cannot be helped," you agree, "but that doesn't make it any less painful."

Dan Heng does not speak, but the way that he closes his eyes is enough of a reply. No matter how unfeeling he makes his voice, his pain is evident.

You wait for him to collect himself. Listen to his breaths—deeper than usual, meditative, reflective. There is hesitation in his eyes when he finally looks at you. A weakness that he only ever shows at night, after waking from a terrible dream.

"...I know it's a cruel thing to ask of you," Dan Heng eventually says, and the bitter edge to his words surprises you, "and perhaps a sign that this soul of mine will never change in its sins, no matter how many times it is reborn—but is there no way for us to spend a life together?"

You forget how to breathe.

What he's asking you is not just heretical for him—it's traumatic. An echo of the crime he'd committed in his past life, the tragedy that marked him for suffering in this one. He must be desperate for an answer if he's voicing the question at all.

You struggle as you think through your options.

"Seeking out the Peaches of Immortality is out of the question," you start. "And Sanctus Medicus is just a bunch of nutjobs—no way could they make me immortal. Demonic cultivation is another Path, but I don't think you'd like the thing I'd become by the end of it."

A brilliant river of stars streams past the window, like the one in that ancient folktale about the bridge of magpies. You can see the reflection of your lover's face in the window: muted, sorrowful, already mourning you. And of course he's mourning you long before your death, with how much he'd lost long before his birth.

Oh, Heng'er, you think, even if I drank from Meng Po's bowl and lost every memory of you, I'd still find my way back to you in my next life.

It would be too cruel to say aloud, so you remain quiet—merely staring at the galaxy before you, hoping quietly to see some kind of bridge.

Then a nearby sun flickers, and you remember something.

"...I guess there is another option," you say slowly, "but I can't imagine you being happy with it."

He straightens up. "What is it?"

"Well…" You take a deep breath. "Sometimes people practice dual cultivation as a way to extend their life. It's quite safe, but would be difficult given our relationship."

Dan Heng stares. "What exactly does it entail?"

"Well… it's basically cultivating by having sex. If I slept regularly with an immortal being with highly refined qi, I could probably exchange energy with them and achieve longevity that way." You make a face at the thought. "But it's not exactly easy to find an immortal who'd want a lifelong friend with benefits… and I'd really rather not have sex with anyone other than you, anyway."

It would probably make him miserable.

You're surprised when Dan Heng looks thoughtful, rather than disturbed. He studies you for a long moment, considering.

"Vidyadharas are immortal," he says, "and the qi of a High Elder is much more powerful than that of any other species. Is it not helping that we're already coupling so often?"

"Not really." You reach out across the table, hold out your palm, and he knows to give you his hand. You turn it over, tracing a finger along the length of his wrist. "Dual cultivation with you wouldn't be very useful. You might have extraordinary qi as a Vidyadhara, but it's sealed when you're in your human form."

You feel for the warm glow of his meridians, even though you already know what you'll find—an ordinary, unremarkable life force coursing through his body.

Dan Heng doesn't seem discouraged, though, when you look back up at him. Only curious.

"Then," he says, "what about my dragon form?"

It doesn't end up being very straightforward.

For a full ninety minutes, Dan Heng sits in your room and listens to you discuss the mechanics of dual cultivation, also known traditionally as the 'art of the bedchamber'. As its name would suggest, there are quite a few nuances and technical considerations involved: different positions enhance your qi in different ways; certain acts are more useful than others; mutual pleasure must be attained for the greatest possible benefit.

It isn't just a lecture that you give him. You take out one of your cultivation manuals and show him various diagrams and poses. You whip out your tablet and visit "questionable websites" for "video demonstrations". You quiz him intensively at the end of each unit.

At around the seventy-minute mark, you catalogue Dan Heng's expression—thousand yard stare, stiff posture, red ears—and decide that you're overwhelming him. So you tell him the most important takeaway, which is that one thing he must absolutely do is—

"—finish inside you?"

"Mhm." You sound completely unbothered. "As much as possible. And as many times as possible."

He gives you a long, blank stare, and then crosses his arms. "...all of this is just a ploy to get me to do one of your favourite things in bed, isn't it."

"What? No! I wouldn't lie to you about something like this, Gege!" You're being truthful. Though your sex drive can sometimes drive you to try insane things, it never drives you to be cruel. "I'm being dead serious right now. This really will extend my life. Those cultivation manuals were proof!"

Dan Heng considers you. "You're right. You wouldn't lie about something like this."

"Thank you."

"You're already so shameless about begging for it—I don't think you'd see the need to come up with an excuse."

Wow.

"...okay, yes, but you're also pretty shameless about giving in."

Dan Heng clears his throat, and you try not to laugh. "Well, I've never had a reason not to, since we don't need to worry about pregnancy…" He tries very, very hard to assume some semblance of dignity as he deflects: "Anyway. I think I understand the gist of it. You more or less want me to do the usual things."

"Yes—but while you're in your original form, of course."

"Right." His eyes narrow, and his expression becomes uncertain: something you've only seen a handful of times. "...I do need you to know that taking that shape… complicates things. There is a reason why my powers are usually sealed."

You nod. You've known for a while now that Dan Heng hates invoking his Vidyadhara powers—he considers it as taboo as much as a Xianzhou native would. Truthfully, it did occur to you some time ago that exchanging qi with a dragon would make your cultivation progress leaps and bounds, but after learning about how much he despises that form of his, you'd scrapped the whole idea and put it out of mind.

You're surprised that he's even consenting to this, all things considered.

Noticing the tension in his body, you leave your teaching set-up (tablet, an annotated cultivation manual, and smartboard with various stick figures you've drawn) to rest a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know if we have to worry about that. The Alliance only sealed Vidyadhara powers due to historical reasons relating to the Sedition, right?" you try to console him. "Rather than anything to do with your nature in this lifetime, I mean. You aren't inherently dangerous."

You can see the conflict in his eyes; your words run exactly counter to everything he must have heard while imprisoned on the Luofu.

"I don't know," Dan Heng finally says, "but for better or worse, things are still different when I take my true shape. I'm no longer used to it." He frowns a little. "The amount of power feels overwhelming to me now. It's fine in normal circumstances, but—" He struggles for a moment. "...I don't know how I'll behave in… these circumstances with you."

"Ah, I see. You're worried that you won't be able to control yourself while fucking you're me, huh?"

He gives you a disgruntled look. "Do you have to use such crass language?"

"Sorry, Gege. I'll try to speak eloquently like you: Yinyue Jun may fall to his base instincts once he's crossed the threshold of the chrysanthemum gate, right?"

His expression turns from disgruntled to disdainful. Evidently, he's not a fan of your erotica novel slang.

"Please be serious for once. We need to be careful if we do this. I might behave impulsively—do something rash. Accidentally hurt you."

You hum, considering his words. "That's surprising. I thought dragons were generally supposed to be pretty calm and wise…" Then you think about how you couldn't walk this morning. "Though I guess you weren't particularly calm yesterday."

He snorts. "Well, I usually am. Unfortunately, I find it exceptionally hard to control myself around you, with how much you like to provoke me," he says plainly. "It'll just get worse if I switch forms."

You try not to stare at him, shocked at how unbothered he is by these admissions. You suppose that multiple rounds of semi-public sex might have forced him to cross an event horizon of shame, and now his face is finally getting thicker.

"It isn't just my behaviour I'm worried about," he continues. His arms cross again, and his brow furrows. "You might find my form… unattractive. You probably won't like it."

You frown. "I can't imagine that. I bet the real Cold Dragon Young is super handsome."

It's a testament to his anxiety that he hardly reacts to your stupid comment. He just studies you carefully, uncertain. Apprehensive.

"I guess we'll find out."

END PART 1

notes: for those unfamiliar, this fic is set in the same universe as fengyue. fengyue was actually based on this fic, but due to my inability to manage deadlines, it came out way ahead of this LOL

i'm sorry there was no dragonfucking in this part when i have been promising dragonfucking for ages on this blog. but i am 12.5k words into part 2 and i can assure you that there is an excessive amount of incredibly nasty dragonfucking in it, so please look forward to that

this was written way before 1.2 came out (and in fact, before I had even caught up to 1.1 content). hopefully the characterization still holds up ok!

big, big thank you to @petrichorium for helping me navigate canon lore and riffing w me on this piece. please go check out their works, they have banger star rail content!

cultural notes:

cultivation is the practice of using martial and spiritual arts to cultivate one’s qi, gain spiritual powers, and attain immortality

dual cultivation is the act of refining your qi through having sex

I will be honest. I cannot remember the other cultural refs I dropped because I just kind of blindly write them in so please let me know if you have any questions about things LOL

translation notes:

gege is a term meaning "older brother", though it is often used for non-familial relationships that are very close; it can come off as either flirty or childish. heng'er is a diminutive of dan heng's name.

“If paradise is but a dream, then I wish to sleep forever” - this was a reference to the chinese version of dan heng’s ult line. in english, he says “this sanctuary is but a vision”. however, in chinese, he says “洞天幻化，长梦一觉” which is closer to something like “paradise is an illusion, reveals itself to be a long dream”

"The night-blooming cereus flowers only once" - this is how I rendered the idiom "曇花一現", which describes thing that are short-lived

"Human life should be as morning dew" - this is how I rendered the idiom "人生如朝露", which describes the ephemeral nature of human life

yes I really made dan-gege break out the chengyu and poetic speech... I'm not sure how he sounds in english but my man has his super literary moments in chinese haha

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In my Memory

Ship: Raph x Reader

Summary/Warning: Angst. There was an accident and love makes people hang on when they should let go.

By default - Aged Up (18+) Bayverse Turtles, Reblogs are MUCH appreciated! Comments too! My askbox is open for all sorts of messages and requests! (currently taking Raph aligned ones)

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"You smell something?" You looked up from your spot on Raph's bed. "Something's burning."

Raph paused his push-up reps. "Probably Leo got to the toaster again," he snickered. "Donnie gonna have his head."

You smiled. "Yeah, most likely," you said. "Are you coming to bed?"

"Yeah, I think I am done here." He got up and stretched a little.

You snickered and stretched your arms to him. "C'mere you big brute."

He didn't let you wait long. He was right there next to you, wrapping his big arms around you, holding you close and safe.

~~~~~~

"Do you think Donnie can fix my phone?" You asked the next day.

You were lounging on top of your boyfriend watching him pay Animal Crossing. It was a secret just between the two of you.

"He should be, I'll pop by his lab and ask how's it going," Raph replied. "Get. Out. Stupid. Duck." His little avatar was smacking Gloria in the head. "It's been long enough, like couple weeks, no?"

"Yeah, something like that." You stroked his arm. "Am I not too heavy to lay on top of you like this?"

"I've told you before, you're light as a feather," he replied and kissed your head. "Finally!" he exclaimed when Gloria announced she's moving out.

"Why did you have her in the first place?" You giggled.

"Mikey. He got my Switch and decided to prank me," he grumbled.

"That's Mikey for you."

~~~~~~

You stood on the roof, enjoying the morning breeze and the sunrise. Pros of dating a ninja turtle your daily schedule was kinda off, allowing such things more frequently than not. The light breeze went right through your hair as you watched Raphael parkour his way over the roofs to you. The gravity meant nothing for him.

He had always been there for you. The great, red protector. Ready to sacrifice himself.

As he got closer you could tell he was annoyed. He landed next to you. He was buzzying as his irritation just radiated off of him. You smiled and sat down on the edge of the roof. This was going to be one of those Leo rants.

"-and he doesn't listen! Like I wasn't even there!! He always does that! If he just listened-," he grumbled stomping about, trying to walk off the energy.

You walked up to him, stood on your tippy toes and hugged him tight. "Shh," you tried to sooth him. "But the mission was successful?"

"Yeah, it was..." he admitted reluctantly. His arms were around you.

"Then for now that's good, you should really talk to him, you know? Really tell him how you feel," you said softly.

"Have you been watching any weird shows with Mikey again?" He snorted, nuzzling his forehead to yours.

"No, I didn't," you laughed a little. "You know that."

You stayed close, just basking in each other. "I need to go home soon," You said after a while.

"I know but... this with you is good for now," he replied.

"Okay."

~~~~~~

When you walked into the lair everything was so quiet. Splinter was sitting by the kitchen table, stroking the scarf Raph knitted him once. There was Leo, mindlessly going through his practice. Donnie by his monitors, watching one in particular, as if frozen in place. The atmosphere was strangely heavy.

You noted the rough shape everyone was in.

"Where's Mikey?" You asked.

"He's in the Needle Room," Raph replied quietly, squeezing your hand a little. You noted the tension in him. The clenched jaw, eyes fixed on the entrance to the Needle Room.

"Raph?" You turned to him. "It's okay."

"No, it's-"

Suddenly he got cut off when Donnie grabbed the edge of his desk and flipped it over. He yelled loudly and everyone stared at him in anticipation.

He slumped into the chair, hiding his face in his hands. Leo stopped his work-out and ran to his brother. Their father approached them and the three hugged pressing their head together.

"You have to be strong my sons," Splinter said softly. "The worst hasn't happened yet."

You turned to Raph. He was biting his lower lip, eyes shut and shivering as his tears slowly went down his face.

"Babe," you sighed and stroked his cheeks. "Let's go see Mikey."

"What if I don't want to?" He looked to the side. Not wanting for you to see him.

"But you do," you said. "He needs you."

You hugged him tightly. "I need you," he whispered into your ear.

"I won't be going anywhere," you promised.

Slowly, you both headed towards the Needle Room.

~~~~~

Raph's entire being screamed to not go. The sounds around him were muted aside of this constant high pitched noise from somewhere. The closer the two of you got to the room the stronger the smell of burning got. The heat licked over his scales and sank through into his bones.

Raph could swear his heartbeat was so loud he could hear it coming from the outside. His feet were dragging. Each step thundering over the metal flooring. Finally, both of you were there. At the mouth of the Needle Room.

He looked at you. Swallowed heavily. His hand trembled in yours.

"It's okay, you're almost there," you assured him.

He reached toward your face and pushed the hair covering half of it out of the way. He sucked the air in.

His mouth dried. You smiled.

"I am so sorry," he said, his voice becoming hoarse, wet. "I am so sorry." He felt to his knees.

"It's okay, I don't blame you," you spoke softly, hugging him to your middle. "You got me out. My hero."

You stroked his head, holding him close as a terrible sob broke through.

"I need you to do something for me," you spoke.

"No." He shook his head.

"I need you to go back to your brothers."

"No, no," he repeated. His eyes were bloodshot, he could feel his throat closing up. How could it be closing up, it wasn't even real!

He desperately clung to you. The scraps your clothes became as reality started to seep through.

"Please, please," he begged, desperately sucking in air between the sobs.

"They need you more than I do, you saw it."

He wept on the floor, your broken hero. Failed saviour. He was so cruel to himself.

"You did your best."

You pulled him up. It was so easy now, despite your form slowly crumbling up.

"please, come with me," he begged you but you shook your head. Your hair spreading embers.

"it's not how it works." Gently you pulled yourself out of his grip.

"I will be so lost without you, Mikey will miss you! Donnie, dad, even Leo!"

You placed the last ghost of a kiss on his lips. Then you pushed him inside.

"No!" He cried out and gasped for air as his eyes opened up.

His throat hurt, his eyes burned and he couldn't move. He saw Mikey, with his arm on a sling ran out of the Needle Room.

Raph was alive.

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This is extremely late and I am so sorry, but holy crap this is so hot. And this exactly what I had in mind when I requested this. Great minds think alike!

This is so good and a definite re-read. 🥰💜💜💜

Hello, love! Hope you're doing okay! 💞

I would like "Learning how to kiss together" with Donnie, please? Female reader, of you will! 💜

I love your writing, so I have faith you will do great!

Oh this is such a Donnie prompt

For you friend, absolutely <3

Bay!Donnie x Fem!reader

Private Lessons

Warnings: i went ham, spelling mistakes, Donnie and reader are over 18 in this, don't be weird there are no minors here, smooth!donnie, smootches, making out, slightly feral donnie,

The situation shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

Your boyfriend was a literal genius, and he lived for giving random fun facts and bouts of knowledge whenever he could.

But there was one large subject that your beloved boyfriend knew almost nothing about.

So when he asked you, in the sweetest (and slightly dirty) way, if you could teach him how to kiss, it made your knees wobble.

Not that they were doing any better right now. Pressing into the sides of his custom-built computer chair, straddling his lap as he- for lack of better words- ate you alive.

It started with shy looks, flushed faces, and his dorky smile. Soft hands cupping the side of your face and warm pecks. But now, you were both panting heavily, hands scrambling all over each other, teeth, tongue, and all sorts of nasty things melting between your body heat.

His hands gripped and massaged your skin, at some point he pulled away to beg if he could touch you. At your nod, his hands dipped under the fabric of your shirt, soft warm touches that made your skin break out in goosebumps.

His hands traveled up your sides, stopping at your ribs, his fingers teasing the sides of your bra. His thumbs traced the skin beneath your breast, making you whimper and moan into his mouth.

Not wanting to push any boundaries, his hands traveled south to your hips and behind.

Your hands couldn't stay still, his skin felt hot and the texture of it against yours was sending your brain into overdrive. Traveling across his thick shoulders to his muscled arms, then down the smooth plates of his plastron.

You couldn't get enough of him.

Feeling your lungs couldn't take anymore, you yanked back, breathing like you had just run a marathon. He didn't hesitate to lean forward, licking hot strips up the side of your neck, nipping at your ear lobe.

The chair creaked in protest at your movements, Donnie pulled you back, stretching out his body, but not giving you more than five inches of space.

"Christ, Don, are you sure you need lessons?" You breathlessly laugh, hands rubbing circles on your shoulders, touching the sensitive skin where his shell met.

"What can I say?" One hand gipped your hip, grinding your hips onto his, pulling you further toward him. "I'm a fast learner,"

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I love Jey and Usagi so much 🥰🥰

🐢💛 Tactical Turtles AU. Helping a... Friend?

Should I keep going with Jey? Should I write more for the Maintenance Man of The Base?

[Disclaimer; All characters are used with the orignal owners permission and are aged up.]

Summary: Jey is just getting himself checked over in the Infirmary when Blue comes in and heads to the Ward where Usagi is. An idle comment from Leo has the diamondback wary for his friend.

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Leo was just stepping back and explaining that he couldn’t find anything past a deep knife score on Jey’s forearm that would need keeping an eye on, when Blue wandered into the Infirmary. He did little more than nod at those in the room before he headed straight to the Ward, causing Leo to sigh in frustration.

“At least he brought the guy a change of clothes,” Leo murmured absently as he reached for a tablet PC and started to make additions to Jey’s medical notes. “I hope the bunny is awake or Blue might get more than he bargained for.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Sunny in an odd tone but Jey didn’t miss the way that fear trickled through her.

Since they were still holding hands, he could read her emotions and reactions as clearly as if she had them written in big letters above her head. Sunny was fond of Usagi, they got along well and her feelings were only positive for the white rabbit. But whenever she thought about Blue, something about the older turtle set off her defences - meanwhile Leo, she apparently could tolerate and almost respect when he wasn’t being overbearing or obnoxiously flirty.

“Just that we had to chase Peepaw out of here once already for bothering Usagi,” sighed Leo, eyes still on the screen in his hands and reminding Jey of his twin so much just then. “But I guess the old perv must have heard that Usagi needed fresh clothes before he could leave.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that Blue is you?” Sunny asked as she looked back towards the Ward. But Jey thought that she didn’t seem overly interested in the answer, compared to her worry for Usagi.

“I won’t be him,” Leo said in an odd tone, flicking his eyes up towards Jey before looking at the door. “But I think he might have known a different version of Usagi, since he’s not given the guy much space since he arrived.”

That was the last straw and Jey let go of his Buttercup as he smoothly hopped off the bed and headed towards the Ward. The room was long, capable of holding nearly twenty beds but was only outfitted with ten at the moment, with rails rigged up for privacy curtains around each bay. There was only one bay that was currently occupied and it's curtains had been partly pulled around it but not all the way.

Jey strode over with long strides, his mind buzzing as he felt his senses slip up a gear again. His heart and breathing stayed calm, even as he felt that spike of adrenaline hit his blood stream, ready for a confrontation.

Usagi was still laying in his bed with the blankets tangled around his legs, showing him to be topless except for a line of adhesive bandages following the long line of his wound. His dark brown eyes were flashing with anger as he held a small blade pointed at Blue, the point of which was aimed at the older turtle’s throat -one wrong movement and there would be blood. Blue for his part was standing there, smirking confidently with both hands -flesh and prosthetic- raised in front of him while the clothes that he had brought had been tossed on the foot of the bed.

“Calm down Gi,” said Blue smoothly, his tone slightly deeper and more sensual than Jey had personally heard him use before. A distracted part of Jey’s mind noted that this was what a ‘bedroom voice’ must sound like.

“I brought you some clothes, is all, Love.”

“Get out of here!” Snapped Usagi, his chest rising and falling like he was in a panic but the grip on his knife was hard and steady. “I was asleep and you tried to kiss me!”

Jey had been frozen in the gap in the curtains, trying to gauge the situation even as his mind felt full of static. Yet Usagi’s words seemed to blow the confusion away and Jey felt anger pour into him once again as he stepped in the bay properly, causing Blue to jump at his presence.

“J-Jey! Hey bubby bro, wh-what are you doing here?” Asked Blue, his bright tone not disguising the sudden stuttering in his tone, as his dark eyes went wide for a moment.

Jey simply narrowed his eyes and glared, stepping closer to the bed as he straightened himself up to his full height. He was taller than the forty year old and used it to his advantage as his hands tightened into fists at his side and he continued to glare.

Blue’s eyes flicked between the angry turtle and rabbit, even as he took another step back. His confident smirk faltered and sadness entered his eyes as he, at last, seemed to understand the situation.

“I… I got confused again,” Blue managed carefully while Jey tried not to wince from the emotional onslaught coming from the older slider. Sadness, grief, loss, heartache and so much unresolved guilt. “I’ll… I’ll go talk to Mikey. I um… yeah… m’sorry…”

With that the older turtle turned and left, his head down and an air of defeat hanging around his shoulders. The pair didn’t move a muscle until Sunny appeared in the doorway, looking concerned as she looked between the Infirmary and the Ward.

“He’s gone,” she said and the pair let out a simultaneous sigh before looking at each other and sharing a smile. Sunny moved closer as they did this, a smirk of curiosity on her own lips while she looked between the two. “So… what happened? Old Perv-paw came out looking like his world was ending… again.”

Usagi explained -while Jey suddenly shifted, realising how defensive and possessive he still looked- that he had been dozing in his bed and waiting for someone to bring him some fresh clothes when Blue had just shown up. Before the rabbit had been able to do more than open his eyes, he’d felt hands on his shoulders and lips pressed against his forehead before they had glided down to his cheek. Old habits meant that Usagi slept with a knife under his pillow and Blue had only backed off when he’d pulled the blade out and nearly slashed the red slider’s cheek open.

“What was that all about?” Wheezed the rabbit as the adrenaline started to leave his system and his shoulders slumped. “Why did he-”

“Blue has been having a few issues recently,” said Leo’s voice calmly as he stepped up to the bay but kept his distance from the bed, arms folded over his chest as his eyes flicked over the group. “His memories of his past are getting a bit… muddled with the Now. He’s starting to meet people that he didn’t meet or wouldn’t meet, until after the invasion was well underway. Dee thinks it's a side effect of time travel and he’s working on something to try and help but Mikey is having the most luck so far.”

“So he thought I was his boyfriend from the future?” Squeaked Usagi, gripping the blanket in both hands and lifting it up to his chin -although it didn’t have the effect he might have thought since he still had his knife tightly in his hand.

Still saying nothing, Jey reached out and gently tugged the blade out of the rabbit’s grip. Usagi clenched his fingers on reflex but offered the turtle a sheepish smile as he realised and let go, allowing Jey to drop the blade onto the bedside cabinet.

“Exactly that,” sighed Leo as he now looked back towards the door before looking back at Usagi. “And while I speak for myself and agree you're cute, you're not really what I’m looking for, personally.”

“Rude.” Muttered Usagi as Leo continued.

“So, if Blue is around, just be patient with him but don’t be alone until he has worked through this.”

“Is he a danger?” Sunny burst out, her tone a mixture of concern and anger that made Jey grimace slightly, his soul too raw for much more extreme emotion. She was both worried for Blue and angry at him, at the same time. Jey could only assume that while Sunny felt sad that he had been through so much, she was still going to protect her rabbit friend from the future turtle.

Leo looked mildly surprised at the sudden question, arms still folded over his chest as he cast his gaze up at the ceiling, as if the suspended tiles could answer the question for him.

“So long as he’s not too lost in his memories and started hallucinating again, he should be just fine.”

“He’s been-” Sunny began, interrupting the red slider but Leo interrupted her in turn.

“That is what Donnie is working on!” Leo was frowning now, becoming defensive of his older counterpart. “Medication strong enough to actually help him. Everything we have is for humans. And Yokai, as far as we know, don’t seem to suffer from PTSD in the same way as the rest of us. Usagi, just be on your guard but you’ll probably find Blue will be keeping his distance anyway.”

With that said, Leo turned on his heel and left before anyone could ask him anything else. The three still in the bay shared a look before finally Usagi’s eyes fell on the clothes on the end of his bed. 

“I suppose I should be grateful that he brought something for me to wear at least,” he said dryly as he reached for the clothes and lifted them up to look at them. “What the fuck? This stuff isn’t mine!”

Usagi was grimacing as he held up one of the stretch-fit black t-shirts used by the Hamato brothers and a pair of combat trousers that were too big to fit properly without a belt.

Sunny sighed and could tell at a glance that Blue had grabbed stuff from his own wardrobe, assuming that they would fit this version of Usagi as well as they might have in his own timeline. Whatever that other Usagi had looked like, the one that was her friend had a slim build and a dancer’s grace, he would have been drowned in those clothes.

“Look, I’ll go grab you some more,” she offered, taking the clothes off of the rabbit with a brisk and professional manner before looking up at Jey. “Will you be okay if I just run off and do this?”

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Smirked Usagi as he winced and shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed. “I think we really hit it off when we met.”

Jey couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he looked away, awkwardly. Sunny thought he looked almost embarrassed and she felt her curiosity grow even more, a mischievous smirk trying to tug at her lips but she reined it in for now. “Well he’s struggling a bit from the fight still, but you might be able to get more of a rise out of him then I have.”

And with those words metaphorically hanging in the air, Sunny giggled and hurried out of the room with the bundle of clothes in her arms. Not for the first time, Jey felt like giving his Buttercup a playful flick around the ear.

Usagi and Jey shared another embarrassed look before Jey shifted and folded his arms over his chest. He tried to look away from the rabbit in the bed but something kept dragging his eyes back, especially as Usagi fidgeted again, trying to get comfortable. The samurai must have noticed his expression because he gave Jey a sheepish smile again and shrugged.

“They might have healed up the wound, but it’s still all bruised and tender,” he explained, sitting up and lifting an arm, twisting his torso to better show Jey the adhesive dressings he wore. “It’s doesn’t even have any stitches in it anymore but the skin is delicate, so Leonardo says I need to keep these on for another day at least.”

Jey’s eyes moved over the line of dressings, but then continued to move over the rabbit's well muscled torso, picking out the dips and curves of the muscle groups while the names floated through his mind. Latissimus dorsi. Serratus anterior. External oblique.

With a flush, Jey realised he was staring and snapped his head away as he cleared his throat. What was wrong with him now?!

“So um…” continued Usagi, shifting and leaning forwards slightly as Jey glanced at him again. “Did you get hurt at all? You don’t look it, but Sunshine said…”

As his words trailed off with a vague wave in the direction that the Laundress had run, Jey realised that he was going to have to try and talk. Clearing his throat again and shrugged, gesturing to the knife slash on his forearm that Leo had found and cleaned out.

“M’kay,” Jey managed to murmur out, grateful at how quiet the Ward was. “Trouble… speaking.”

“Did you hurt your throat?” Asked the rabbit, sitting up a little straighter in concern then wincing at an ache from his side.

“C’mbat stress,” managed the diamondback as he swallowed hard and shrugged. 

Jey suddenly felt embarrassed at being so overwhelmed by everything that he had just gone through, since no one else seemed to be affected. What he wasn’t considering or remembering, were the years of experience and training that his brothers had in comparison to himself. But none of them were emotionally tied to the combat either, sure Raph used his anger and Mikey his passion but it wasn’t the same as feeling the emotions of those around them like they were their own.

If they hadn’t been feral, mindless monsters as they attacked, Jey knew as a solid fact that he would have been able to cripple and manipulate that crowd on an emotional level. He could have filled them with fear that locked up their limbs, crushed them with depression that left them in a heap on the floor, or made them so euphoric that they could have done little else but sit there and smile in a daze.

“Ohh,” the sound of understanding snapped Jey out of his thoughts of shame and he looked down at Usagi. The rabbit was fiddling with the blanket on his lap and legs, looking a little less bright and bubbly just then. “Yeah, I know all about combat stress.”

Before he realised he was doing it, Jey was reaching out and gently rubbing a large hand on the top of the rabbit’s head, scuffing up his long fringe and fur. Usagi laughed and complained as he lifted his hands up and playfully batted the hand away, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement before his whole face brightened.

“Hey! You touched me! I thought you didn’t do that?”

Jey bit his lip as he blushed and shrugged again, making Usagi laugh and punch the air with his good arm. Which in turn caused Jey to snicker and rub a hand over the top of Usagi’s head again, making the rabbit laugh harder as he tried to push him off again.

It was into this scene of laughter and mild flirting that Sunny appeared with an armful of Usagi’s actual clothes, from his room. She hadn’t made an effort to move quietly but the pair were acting like such playful idiots that they didn’t notice her return until she cleared her throat loudly. Jey froze, staring at her wide-eyed before jumping away from Usagi like he’d been burned, his green face blushing hotly.

The only real effect this had was to make Usagi fall forwards onto the end of his bed -since he’d been leaning into Jey hard enough that he was holding him up- and laugh even harder, one hand cradling his wound. 

“He-he jumped like-like he’d been caught!”

“Alright chuckles,” giggled Sunny as she stepped around the blushing diamondback and handed Usagi his clothes. “I got you two choices cuz of your wound and some fresh underwear. Will you need any help?”

Usagi smirked at her as he paused at looking through the clothes, “you offering to help me get dressed Sunshine?”

“Me? No,” teased the Laundress with a sassy flick on her hips before gesturing to Jey. “But I was thinking my big strong friend here would be more than- Ahh!”

Jey, face feeling like it was a beacon, wrapped one hand gently around Sunny’s face and the other around her waist, hiding his face in her hair as he tried to stop her from doing more than giggling. He managed to whimper into her hair while Sunny and Usagi tried to smother their laughter, tears in their eyes.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop,” she said, patting the arm around her waist and tugging the hand on her face. He’d not actually done more than cover her face, not really touching her skin but it had been enough to stop her. “Come on big guy, should we wait to escort Usagi to his room or do you want to go back to your own?”

Usagi smiled up at the pair from the bed, “if you're not tired, I’d feel better hanging out with you guys. If you don’t mind, that is?”

Hanging unspoken in the air between them all, was the request to not be left alone. Not with Blue wandering around somewhere, confused.

“I don’t mind,” Jey managed to mumble quietly, still partly trying to hide himself behind Sunny.

“Awesome! Let’s go to my place, you guys can give me a hand.”

“Wait, what?”

“Shush and get dressed, Fluff Butt.”

“That name is not sticking.”

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Taggies!! ^_^ I would do my normal taggy list, but I don't know if other people want to read about Jey O3O

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[dilucsflame33]

I love them so much 😍💛

🐢💛 Jey and His Buttercup 🌼

No matter what else is going on, she'll always be his Buttercup 🌼

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Taggies!! ^_^ I would do my normal taggy list, but I don't know if other people want to read about Jey O3O

Next chapter to follow!

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[dilucsflame33]

@turtle-babe83 Thank you so much for tagging me, and you are absolutely gorgeous! 🥰

And to all the wonderful people here: @m1dnyt3-w0lf @eveandtheturtles @symmetricalkazekage there's others but they're already been tagged and I don't want to bombard their notifications ☠️ If I forgot anyone, know you are very beautiful/handsome! 🥰

[dilucsflame33]

Let's go!!!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻

Can't wait for part 2! 🥰❤️❤️

Me: *writes a raph request with no idea how to end it, not at all planning to elaborate*

Literally every person who reads it:

Welp

Part 2 coming soon......😈

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[dilucsflame33]

👀👀👀

Honey, you better tag me the whole fic. You got me hooked 😌🔥

You didn't think the headcannons was all you were getting for 100, right? Oh no, no, no, no, no! There's still more!

This snippet is from a Bayverse!Leo x F!Reader fic @symmetricalkazekage and I are cowriting together called Desperation

Just to keep yall on your toes 😌

⚠️WARNING: NSFW, AGED UP TURTLE⚠️

"Yeah, I'm sure." She chuckled, very obviously trying to brush him off. This only made Donnie more worried. Within seconds he hacked into her phone camera. His jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out. There she was, cheeks extremely red and making her freckles pop.

And in nothing but her underwear.

Donnie froze. He didn't know how to collect himself, he didn't even know if he wanted to. His eyes were glued to her chest, taking in every curve and each bulbous bit that protruded out of the seemingly small fitting bra. He started to imagine what they'd feel against his scales, against his calloused hands-

-against his tongue-

His gaze was interrupted by her hand movement. She waved at her hot face, the blush seeming to cling onto her cheeks. Knowing he did that made something stir in him again. He didn't realize he had dropped until his hand reached out to rub himself. The heat of shame filled him but the heat of lust was stronger. He bit his lip. He couldn't just rub one out while talking to her, could he?

"Well if you're okay, mind telling me how your life is going?" If he could just get her to talk for a long period of time…

"Yeah I can!" He watched a smile grace her beautiful face as she began to talk. Donnie took this moment to mute his mic and undo his pants a bit, just enough to pull himself out.

"Oh gosh where do I even start?" She said, thinking. He tried to think quickly, unmuting his mic.

"Uh, I guess wherever, really."

"Okay, okay, I know where! So a couple months ago-"

Donnie was only half listening, giving himself slow, long strokes and lightly rubbing his thumb against his tip. He bit back a moan, instead letting out a small breath in its place. He kept his mic far enough away to not catch his breaths but still close enough so he could answer her. His eyes were glued onto the screen. He watched how her body moved as she talked, he watched how her curves smoothed and scrunched with each movement. He watched how her chest bounced and jiggled at just the slightest movement. He licked his lips, hungry to see more than what was already revealed to him. It was getting more difficult for him to keep his pace slow, to keep himself quiet. He wanted her to know how undone she makes him, he wanted her to know just what he sounds like. He bit his lip as he sped up slightly, trapping his moan and letting it die in his throat. One slip and she'd know what he was doing. Somehow, that thought made him more turned on than before. His hips thrusted into his hand on their own, he let his head fall back, lightly panting. He can't come yet, it was too soon. He needed to savor this moment. He forced himself to slow his movements, a whimper escaping him. His eyes snapped open and his entire body stilled as he looked at the screen, hoping Zee hadn't noticed.

"What was that?" Zee asked

She did.

"Wh-what was what?" He asked back, forcing himself to sound normal.

"That noise. It sounded kind of like-" She attempted to replicate his whimper. Donnie hid his face into his free hand, hoping the torture would stop.

"Oh that! Yeah I had a video playing somewhere and I forgot about it until the puppy whimpered." It was the lamest lie he's ever told.

"Oh okay. Are you all good now?" He was surprised she believed it.

"Uh, yeah I'm all good." He said, a small sigh of relief escaping him.

"Okay good." Then she continued her speech from before. Donnie took a moment to settle his beating heart. Realizing he had gotten soft. He sighed and looked at the screen, immediately heating up at what was on screen.

Zee was painting her toenails on one foot, effectively sitting quite spread in front of the camera. Donnie felt himself getting hard again, twitching now as his eyes traveled to her crotch. Those flimsy, light pink panties barely covering what he craved. He was sure he was drooling. He set his hand into motion, slightly leaning forward as he did so. He began to pant again, doing his best to keep his pace slow. Fuck, how he wanted to be over her body and make her moan against his lips. To feel her squeeze around him. To hear her scream his name.

Donnie didn't know how he did it but he kept Zee talking for hours. She assured him she didn't have work today. It gave Donnie more time to jerk off to her. He counted each time he came, hours between each one and four in total. He muted himself each time. He felt dirty and disgusting but he couldn't stop himself. Here in front of him was the sexiest woman he's ever met who quite clearly shows her liking towards him. At least, he thought she was. There was no way to misinterpret that, right?

Donnie's thoughts were cut short as he felt himself get close. He bit his lip as he sped up his pace, his free hand reaching up to ready the mute button. Gods, he was so close. He quickened his pace, barely holding back the moans that threatened to spill. If he could just hold out for a little longer-

"Hey, Dee, I ne- what the fuck man?!"

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I'm sobbing at 6 AM, please! 😭😭

I woke up today and chose violence. Or I was given two hands and ability to make this everyone else's problem lol. Enjoy

Tw: Death but peaceful

Ship: You X Turtle of choice.

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Red eared sliders lived up to 50 years in captivity. But how long does a mutant ninja turtle lives? It never really hit them to think about that. At some point in their lives they didn't expect to find out their natural life span. If there even was one. They would joke about the way they would go out. Donnie in a magnificent explosion. Ralph during some badass fight with mob, maybe protecting someone like Vin Diesel in one of his movies. Mikey wanted to go out in troves of passion (although others joked he'd probably die slipping on banana peel). Leo's vision was probably similar to Raph's, minis Vin Diesel part.

But however they expected themselves to go... They never imagined their partner dying before them.

Your breathing was shallow, most of it done by the machinery next to you. Your cheeks sunken but your eyes- your eyes were still full of fire. You stroked your lovers head lovingly. His scales lost their youthful shine, his mask was frayed at the edges, odd stain here and there. The multitude of scars on his body told the stories of the many battles he and his brothers went through.

He was silently kneeling next to your bed. Done with all 5 stages of grief and arguing with you. There had to be ways-! Your silly turtle. You loved him so much. What a life you lived. The adventures, the passion. You got a scar or two yourself. You didn't regret any of it.

His eyes were full of pain. Held back tears.

"Hey," you rasped, your voice nothing like it used to be. "Think of this as another adventure," you smiled. "I will just be going a bit sooner ahead."

You squeezed his giant hand. So full of callouses. He nearly lost that one at some point.

"I know," he whispered. His voice barely obeying him. "I know."

"I will see you on the other side," you said softly, quietly. "But take your time. There are people who still need you."

"But I need you," he almost choked out.

"I am not leaving you, not really," you smiled. "I will be right there with you. Forever and always."

"Forever and alway," he repeated.

A nurse stopped by the door, waiting for him to leave.

"I'll be seeing you," he said and kissed the top of your head.

"Not too soon," you reminded him again.

He smiled and stepped back. Out the door. To where his brothers were waiting. Closing him in tight hug. This was a loss for them too. You'd never be forgotten.

[dilucsflame33]

The way I just swooned on Donnie's. Like, if he spoke in a different language, I will bust a nut and I'm not even a guy. 🤣🤣

It's just so sexy heading a man using a different language and just- 🫠🫠🥵🥵🥵

I did not expect to reach 100 followers so soon!!! I'm so freaking honored you guys have no idea! All I did was type a few silly stories and you all decided "Yep that's the one, that's who I'm gonna follow!"

So as payment for giving me this opportunity and sticking around please accept this little gift

⚠️WARNING: IMPLIED NSFW, AGED UP TURTLE⚠️

Pet Name Headcannons

Leonardo:

Will never use pet names in front of his brothers

Believes it's an intimate thing only you and him can hear

Will call you the usual names with his brothers like babe and baby

However behind closed doors he says more

Love (his favorite to use)

Darling (when he's trying to make you blush)

Beloved (for casual use)

Cherished (also for casual use)

Goddess (when you've got the ropes)

Likes to use Japanese to call you names as well

Hanii honey

Daarin my darling

Anata you

Though, of course, he does prefer using your name no matter what it just rolls off his tongue smoother than you do

Raphael:

Unlike Leo he will use pet names in front of his brothers all the time

Or at least the teasing ones

Doll/Dollface

Short Stack/Shorty (or even Short Round in reference to Indiana Jones)

Pipsqueak

Etc, etc

HOWEVER

The more intimate and loving pet names are said behind closed doors and whispered lovingly into the quiet night

Angel

Precious

Princess

Sweetheart (more for teasing and light hearted jokes)

Cupcake (another for joking)

Rose

Sunshine

Bunny (for more intimate reasons

Kitten (also for more intimate reasons)

Will not be afraid to say these in passing as well, just to see your reaction

Donatello:

Has no shame

Will call you whatever pet name he likes no matter the where or when

Dove (his favorite)

My Dear

My Queen

Marshmallow (hugged you once and never stopped comparing you to one)

Good-Looking (mostly when he's nervous)

Loves to use pet names in the languages he knows

Cara Mia beloved (Italian)

Mi Cielo my sky (Spanish)

Knuddelbärchen cuddle bear (German)

Michaelangelo:

He has no rhyme or reason

Could be a serious situation and he'd call you

Pookie

Yep you read that right

Fucking Pookie

You love him all the same

Angelcakes/Babycakes

My One and Only (always said dramatically with one hand over his heart and the other pressed against his forehead)

Honey

Jellybean

Lollipop (I think you know why)

Peach

Pumpkin

Tootsie (he watched Roll Bounce ONCE)

Angel Face

Gorgeous

Goddess

Beautiful

Rainbow

The Light of his Life (when he wants to be poetic)

Snuggle Bear

Bun Bun

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THE WAY I JUST (S)CREAMED!!! 🥵🥵🥵

Please tell me you're doing a part 2, because that is so freaking hot. 🫠🫠🫠

How about 'kissing as a dare' with BayRaph?

I'm inspired by @pink-bandana-writes College AU stuff, so I'm going to write that :)

All parties involved are over 21 because there's mentions of drinking. (Also duh cause they're in college lol)

Bay!Raph x Gn!reader

Truth or Dare

Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader smootches raph like, in the middle of the room, it seems like a non-consensual kiss, but it's not, wingman!Mikey, college turtles, spelling mistakes,

You always loved making men feel like they had power.

You saw it in their eyes as a challenge, and no matter what happened, you always came out on top.

There was one game that was your bitch.

Tonight was no different. You were at your friends dorm for a party, having some drinks with your physics partner Donnie and his brother Mikey.

Your roommates were somewhere off mingling while you relaxed on the couch.

Everything was loud, with colorful LED lights illuminating the space.

"You're joking," Donnie smirked, taking a sip from his red solo cup.

"Nope," you popped the "p" loving how Mikeys shoulders straightened. "I have never lost a game of truth or dare,"

"If I were to dare you to do something, right now, you'd do it, no questions asked?" Mikey leaned forward, putting his cup down on the coffee table and shifting to face you.

"Mmmhmmm," You nod, taking a sip of your own drink, seeing the gears turning in his head.

This was the second best part of this little game you played.

"I dare you..." He trailed off, glancing around the room, rubbing his chin as he thought. "To kiss my brother,"

Donnies shoulders immediately tensed. You smirked, uncrossing your legs and leaning toward the coffee table.

"Easy! Come here, Don-"

"I didn't mean, Donnie," Mikeys grin was pure evil. He pointed over the back of the couch to the far wall of the apartment.

By the bathroom door next to the hallway that lead to the bedrooms was the biggest and beefiest of the turtle brothers. He was leaning against the wall on his phone, he appeared rather bored.

"I dare you to kiss my brother, Raph," You stared wide-eyed at the behemoth, you'd heard the rumors and stories. Almost every girl on campus had tried to jump him, but he always turned them down. Of course, that only spurred people on harder to win his affections.

Donnie started giggling from the beanbag across from you, leaning forward to high five Mikey.

"That's one bet, you're not going to win,"

Shaking your head, you lock eyes with Mikey, standing defiantly. "We'll see about that,"

As you walked around the couch, weaving in and around people, your mind started to race. How were you going to do this?

You had to admit, the other girls on campus weren't wrong in their pursuits, the red banded turtle was mighty fine. But he was always closed off, always silent, but then again, he never turned down an invitation to your parties.

Your befriended Donnie first, and he introduced you to his brothers, and while Mikey and Donnie had attached themselves to your hips, Raph was always on the sidelines.

Leo got better over time, but Raph was still a mystery. He seemed nice enough, well except for the constant angry and annoyed resting face he had.

Coming up to the hallway, Raph must have sensed your presence because he glanced up from his phone. He stepped along the wall, moving away from the bathroom door so you could enter.

But you didn't, you stepped with him and stood right in front of him.

He glanced over his phone at you, a neutral expression on his face. From this close, you could see the different shades of green on his scales. The bright hazel of his eyes and the worn, soft fabric of his mask.

Whenever you'd seen the other girls come up to him, he seemed annoyed and upset.

"You need somethin' shorty?" He mumbled, his voice thick and almost concerned.

"This is for a dare," grabbing the side of his face you smash your lips to his.

You hear his gasp against you, his shoulders, and jaw stiff. It's a quick kiss, one that has you turning almost the same shade as his mask.

You pull away, smiling at his wide and scared expression. "That was all, bye!"

You quickly turn on your heels and head back to the couch.

Mikey and Donnie are in hysterics, laughing until tears cloud their vision.

"Told ya," You triumphantly plop yourself back into your spot, crossing your legs. "Never. Loose. A. Dare."

"Oh, that was cute," Mikey wheezed, wiping tears from his bright eyes.

"Cute? You think me kissing your brother is cute?" You raise a brow.

"Oh no," Donnie chimes in, licking his lips. "It's humorous because you believe you were in control of that situation,"

Your back straightens. "I was in control."

"Oh yeah?" Mikey laughs, drawing your attention back to him. "Think about it, you just went up to the biggest, baddiest, and handsomest dude on campus and planted a fat kiss on him. And he didn't stop you,"

"Yeah, it caught him off guard-"

"He's always on guard. Why do you think he's standing in the back corner? He's got eyes on everyone," Donnie takes a sip of his drink. "Also, Mikey, handsomest is not a word,"

"Well, it should be,"

"Guys," You feel yourself start to sweat. "He had no idea I was going to do that." You argue.

"Right, because no one on campus knows that you always with Truth or Dare," Mikey rolls his eyes.

"Y/n," Donnie leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. "The truth is....you played right into our trap,"

You opened your mouth to respond, but we're quickly silenced as a large hand landed on your shoulder.

Raph leaned over the back of the couch, his hand tightening around the fabric of your shirt.

"Rumor has it, you like playing games," Raph smirked down at you. "And I got another dare for you,"

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