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Chapter 11: Be Mine

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Chapter warnings: Smut

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“This is your house?” Pom asks incredulously.

Dan Heng’s family home reminds you of something straight from the movies. A modern, three-story home with a large open balcony on the third floor. Large glass windows are on every floor; if they aren't tinted, you and Pom will have seen a black-ringed chandelier hanging in the spacious living room.

Dan Heng isn’t surprised at you and Pom’s reaction to his family home. While Dan Heng told you and Pom that the disease seemed to target people from wealthy families, he didn't mention that one of the victims had been his mother. He doesn't want to point fingers, especially when there are still missing pieces.

“Damn,” Pom continues. “You’re rich rich!”

It hasn’t always been like that though.

When Pom walks ahead, you glance at Dan Heng. “Is there a reason why you suddenly invited us to dinner?”

To impress you. To show you it’s not just Pom who can cook. As much as Dan Heng wants to make light of the situation, he does have a motive.

“My father invited Stelle and her father.”

You remember the bits and pieces of the conversation you’d overheard at the restaurant. Could this dinner be an excuse to talk about a potential marriage between Dan Heng and Stelle? The thought should excite you, yet you feel anxious and uncomfortable.

“He said he doesn’t have any motives,” Dan Heng continues. "But… I do have my doubts.”

You place a hand on your hip and wag a finger at him. “So, you’re using us to get out of being potentially betrothed.”

You swear you see him smirk, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “That’s one way of looking at it.” His soft smile makes the butterflies come alive. “It’s also a way for me to introduce you to my father.”

It could’ve been a friendly statement, but the way he’s looking at you says otherwise. It’s something you’ve come to realize about Dan Heng’s borderline flirty advances. The serious look in his eyes has no room for doubt or jokes. For a moment, you entertain the possibility that he wants you. Likes you. Loves you. But you quickly shake the thought away.

“I don’t know how he’d take the news that his son is hanging out with a god.”

“He doesn’t have to know everything… yet.”

You almost chuckle. “I never thought you would have a rebellious side.”

“I have many more.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you see his gaze darkens. You hold his stare until Pom’s voice snaps you out of it.

“Stelle!”

You and Dan Heng look away from each other, and he quietly clears his throat. But then he looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Let’s go.”

You and Pom are the first to enter. Dan Heng is the last and closes the door behind him.

“I hope you don’t mind extra guests,” Dan Heng says to Stelle.

“Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

The interior of Dan Heng's house is just as extravagant as the outside. Clean, and bright, but what catches your eye is the white, gray, black, and beige colour scheme that's similar to Dan Heng's apartment.

When you enter the living room, you see two men sitting on adjacent couches. One of them strongly resembles Dan Heng, which you assume is his father. He looks just as tall as his son, but his gaze is sharp, almost as if he's judging you. His features still look quite refined for his age.

“Your friends?”

You turn to the other man, who you assume is Stelle's father. Does he know about his son's condition? Or is he also out of the loop like his daughter?

After Dan Heng introduces you and Pom, his father gestures for you and Pom to sit. As you and Pom sit on an empty couch, Dan Heng speaks up. “Has Agnes started cooking?“

“Of course.”

“I’ll go help her.”

His father looks at Dan Heng as if he’s grown a second head. “But… you don’t know how to cook.”

A soft laugh accidentally escapes you, and you quickly put a hand over your mouth, hoping to mask it with a quiet cough. But Dan Heng quickly catches on.

“Wait, wait,” Pom says, turning to Dan Heng. “Does this mean Gepard does all the cooking?”

“I think they get takeout more frequently than other people,” Stelle says.

"I've been learning," Dan Heng says. It’s the first time a slight desperation breaks through his usual calm voice.

His father waves Dan Heng off toward the kitchen. “Well, be careful not to burn the house down.”

“I won’t,” Dan Heng deadpans.

You watch Dan Heng walk away, not knowing that Dan Heng wants to cook something… anything for you. It’s not until you hear his father say your name that you turn away.

“How did you meet my son?”

Pom laughs softly. “Oh, well, if you want the full story, we stalked—”

You elbow Pom in the side and say, “At school. He’s my senior.”

"It's funny, actually," Stelle pops in. "Pom was part of my security team at my last fan meet."

“Interesting… and may I ask what your parents do?”

You and Pom glance at each other, but it’s Pom who says, “We… don’t know them.”

You hope you kept your poker face because you’re sweating buckets on the inside. Pom told the truth, but anything after that will become a web of lies, and you hope you and Pom can keep up.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Dan Heng’s father says, looking apologetic.

“Does this mean you grew up together?” Stelle’s father asks.

“That’s right,” you say. It’s not really a lie.

“This is my first time hearing about this,” Stelle says, visibly surprised.

Pom laughs awkwardly. “Ah, yes, well… you never asked.”

"It's been a while since my son brought home some new friends," Dan Heng's father says, crossing one leg over the other as it looks like he’s studying you and Pom. "He's usually too busy studying."

“Well, what can we say?” Pom says, hoping to lighten up the situation. “Cupid and I are special.”

“Cupid?”

You mentally facepalm as Pom forces a little smile. “It’s her nickname.”

“That’s an interesting nickname."

“You never shared the story of why people call you that,” Stelle adds. “I’m curious myself.”

A sudden short scream from the kitchen makes heads turn. You quickly stood and rush to the kitchen before everyone else. When you get there, you see a puff of smoke, a rolling pot lid on the stove, and Dan Heng holding his hand and looking as if in pain.

“What happened?” you ask, quickly walking over.

The surprise on his face is brief, and he quickly looks at the burn on his finger. “It’s nothing, I—”

You take his hand, and Dan Heng almost forgets about the pain. Then, without letting go, you open the tap and put his finger under the cold running water. You’re looking at his burn, but Dan Heng is looking at you.

“Oh, my!” The gasp makes you turn. “What happened?”

An older woman walks up, but before you can move away from him, he gently puts his other hand around your shoulder. “Everything’s fine, Agnes,” he says.

“He burned himself,” you say to the woman. “Do you have a gauze?”

“Yes! I’ll get them right away!”

Once the woman leaves, you suddenly hear Dan Heng’s low voice beside your ear. “How long are you going to keep holding my hand?”

Startled, you turn around, your lips almost brushing against his cheek. His eyes are on you, and you swallow, not knowing that he takes note of the slight bob of your throat and how you’re darting your eyes before finally focusing on him.

“Are you sure they’re just friends?”

You nor Dan Heng hear the question from Stelle’s father. The men along with Pom and Stelle are standing by the kitchen doorway, watching you and Dan Heng.

"They've, uh, gotten pretty close," Pom says, glancing at Dan Heng's father out of the corner of his eye. The man doesn't look amused, but Pom isn't certain. His poker face is as strong as his son's. There's no telling what's exactly on his mind.

“Dan Heng,” Stelle says, entering the kitchen.

You and Dan Heng move away from each other. That’s when you see everyone else at the kitchen doorway.

“Oh, excuse me!”

Pom and Stelle’s father steps aside for Agnes, the household maid, to bring what you’d asked for. Agnes puts them on the kitchen counter and says something, but it falls on deaf ears as you suddenly feel nervous. Perhaps it’s because of the intimidating way Dan Heng’s father is looking at the two of you as if you got caught doing something you aren’t supposed to be doing.

“Should I help with the gauze?” Stelle asks.

You awkwardly step back and let Stelle handle Dan Heng’s wound. Yet, when you look at him, his eyes also meet yours.

“There. All finished,” Stelle says, looking up at him. However, Dan Heng isn’t looking at her, and she looks over her shoulder and sees you’re helping Agnes clean up the kitchen. “Dan Heng?”

He looks down. “Thanks, Stelle.” Then, he pulls his hand away.

“Well, dinner is ready, everybody!” Agnes says cheerily.

At the dinner table, you and Dan Heng are sitting across from each other. Stelle, who looks at all the dishes on the table, smiles and asks, “Which dish is yours, Dan Heng?”

“Or did it not make it to the table?” you tease.

“I helped with all of them,” Dan Heng says, but you know he’s attempting to save some face.

Pom smiles. “Maybe I could give you some lessons!”

“Are we getting Teacher Pom?” Stelle asks.

“Ooh, Teacher Pom! I like the sound of that.” Pom grabs some food for his plate.

Chopsticks in hand, you and Dan Heng reach for the same dish. You're expecting him to grab some food for himself first, but he uses his chopsticks to put the food on your plate.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he says.

“Since when were you interested in cooking, Dan Heng?” his father asks.

Since he found out that Pom cooks for you, but Dan Heng says, “I’m going to have to learn eventually.”

Stelle grabs some food for herself. “So, what’s the real reason Dan Heng and I are here?” You never expect Stelle to ask such a blunt question. “Something’s up, right?”

Stelle’s father takes out his phone, gives it a few taps, and shows it to his daughter. “Looks like you you didn’t see this.”

When Stelle leans forward to take a look, Dan Heng’s father says, “You should also take a look, Dan Heng.”

And that’s when Stelle and Dan Heng see a tabloid article of a “rumoured couple” with the said couple being themselves. There are pictures of them together from the festival, including one of Stelle grabbing onto Dan Heng’s arm when they came out of the medieval castle.

“It’s everywhere on the Internet. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it.”

Dan Heng frowns. “It’s not true."

“I told you I was going to the festival with friends,” Stelle adds. She looks at you and Pom. "They were there! It… wasn’t a date.”

“Don’t tell me you called us here just to confirm some groundless rumours,” Dan Heng says flatly.

“No,” Stelle’s father says calmly. “I want to ask you to continue it.”

“What?”

You and Pom almost join Stelle and Dan Heng’s simultaneous response.

“What are you saying?” Stelle asks.

"In a few days, the media will release an article… about The Withering." You and Pom almost drop your chopsticks. "Apparently, there's been another victim."

Looks like Caelus fed his father the same lies he fed his friends. What Dan Heng doesn’t understand is how the media got wind of this information. Caelus requested privacy. No one but a select few are supposed to know.

“What does that have to do with this?” Stelle asks.

“From what we know, there’s been no progress on finding a cure. Experts are speaking about the incompetence of the industry… and the government.”

You’re starting to see where Stelle’s father is going with this. If they can’t stop free speech, the government can attempt to divert people’s attention elsewhere, hoping the general public will forget about it.

“Does the media know the victim?” you ask reluctantly.

“No,” Stelle’s father answers. “Their name won’t be mentioned, but that’s not what’s important.”

Will he still be saying that if he knows it’s his son?

“I don’t know much about this disease myself," Stelle's father continues. "But it’s very rare. Is it not? Regardless, we don't want to frighten the public.”

Dan Heng looks at his father. If Dan Heng didn’t know what he knew, he would’ve said something. Isn’t his father curious? Is he not curious about the disease that claimed his mother’s life? Wouldn’t he want the government to do more?

“We’re not asking you to date,” Stelle’s father says. “Just continue the rumours for the interest of the public for a few months until this article blows over.”

You and Pom glance at each other. This feels so… surreal.

“Dan Heng.” Everyone turns to his father. “It’s just a small favour. It’s not like we’re asking you to marry each other.”

You look at Dan Heng; it doesn’t look like he’s going to change his mind. And, frankly… you don’t want him to, but you refuse to acknowledge the quiet voice that’s also been screaming at you that you are, in fact, attracted to Dan Heng. However, you think back to your assignment. What’s going to happen if you don’t complete it? Well, it’s not like you’re abandoning it. You’re just… prolonging it until you find out about your past.

Yeah, that’s it.

“Did you forget about the time he helped us? He got us out of a rough situation."

Dan Heng didn’t forget. There was a time when the world nearly fell into chaos over another mysterious disease. Except, this one was much more contagious, and left the hospitality and tourism industry in shambles. His father had just opened new hotels a year before and had yet to see a return on the investment. The pandemic had pulled them into a deeper rock bottom.

It was Stelle’s father who helped keep them afloat when things got really rough. While Dan Heng wasn’t aware of everything that was going on, he knew of their involvement in helping his father. Once things were looking up again, his father returned all the money Stelle’s father gave him during tough times.

“Think about it, Dan Heng,” Stelle’s father says.

Dan Heng doesn’t need to think about it. He doesn’t want to do it, but he knows better than to cause a public scene, especially in front of you.

The silence that settles drags on until Stelle begins to talk about her movie that's going to be released soon, which lightens up the mood.

Soon, Dan Heng heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. As soon as he closes the door of the fridge, he sees his father at the doorway out of the corner of his eye.

“Is there a reason why you’re so against this favour?”

It's a complete joke, Dan Heng wants to say. But, instead, he says, "I doubt the public has that much interest in Stelle's love life." He opens the bottle. "People will forget about it after a week."

“Are you sure it’s not because of your friend?” Then, his father says your name. Dan Heng stops and puts his hands on the counter. “I saw how she was treating your burn. You didn’t seem to mind.”

Are you dating? The unvoiced question lingers in the air.

Dan Heng doesn’t want to answer that question. So, instead, he asks, "Why would I mind?" He puts the drink back and walks away with his drink.

After dinner, Stelle and her father are the first to leave. Dan Heng is walking you and Pom to the station when Pom asks, “Are you… going to do it, Dan Heng?”

“No.”

But there’s something that’s bothering him.

“Do you think it’s Jing Yuan who leaked this to the media?” you ask.

Looks like you two are on the same page.

“Caelus wanted to keep this a secret,” Dan Heng says. “He requested this to remain private.”

“Is it likely he had a change of heart?” Pom asks.

“If he did, he never told me or showed any signs, and I’d assume he would tell those closest to him first. It’s difficult to say whether Jing Yuan is behind this or not, but I don’t see how he’d benefit. Unless…”

“There’s something we don’t know about yet,” you finish quietly.

Once you reach the station, Pom sighs. “So much for getting pampered.”

You gently nudge him. “It was a good dinner.”

“It was! But I was hoping for a relaxing evening without all the talk about the you-know-what.”

You can’t argue with that. Your lives are revolving around this god-forsaken disease, and you don’t like it at all.

“Well, before I become a third wheel again, I’ll let you two say your fare-thee-wells. Toodles!”

Pom walks off, leaving you and Dan Heng alone, though both of you have a slightly amused smile.

“There’s never a dull moment with Pom around, it seems.”

You laugh. “Never.”

Then, Dan Heng slightly looks away as he says, “There’s… a favour I’d like to ask.”

This is a surprise. “I’m listening.”

Dan Heng doesn't know whether his father will stop grilling him about his relationship with you. But why waste an opportunity?

“It’s true Stelle’s father helped us financially when things were rough,” Dan Heng says. “My father repaid him all the money when our situation improved. So… I don’t want to help him with this favour.” You nod in understanding. "But I don't know if my father will keep pestering me on this or not. I want him off my back if I'm being blunt. So…" Dan Heng walks toward you until he's at arm's length. Then, he looks you straight in the eyes and asks, "Can I say you're my girlfriend?"

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You madly opened drawers, looked under your covers, and dug around every nook and cranny of your room. Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach the longer your search continued. It was gone. The notebook you used to keep in touch with Young was officially gone.

“Looking for something, Love?”

You spun around at the slightly threatening-sounding voice. Jing Yuan stood at the door. His eyes were full of disappointment yet were still as sharp as a wolf.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” you answered cautiously.

Jing Yuan reached into his hanfu and pulled out the notebook. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Your face went pale. How did Jing Yuan know about it? You had deliberately kept the notebook a secret, but it wasn’t because you and Young were exchanging secret messages no one should know about. The notebook was imbued with magic, its functionality something that surpassed how much humans knew about magic.

"Who gave this to you?"

“Give it back.” You walked toward him and reached for it, but he swiftly raised it higher. You didn't bother jumping for it. “That belongs to me, Jing Yuan.”

“Why are you being so secretive?” He grabbed your wrist and forced you to the wall. “What are you doing behind my back, hm?”

You couldn’t tell him about Young. Unlike you, Jing Yuan despised creatures like Young, as his parents were supposedly murdered by them many years ago.

"I'm not doing anything behind your back!"

Jing Yuan scoffed. "Do you take me for a fool? I know what this notebook does." He tightened the grip on your wrist, and you winced in pain. "I know you've been talking to Young."

The colour drained from your face. How did he come to that conclusion? Young had told you that no one could use the notebook but you.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan,” you said bitterly.

He slammed a hand beside your head, and you instantly stiffened. “How long has he been doing it?”

“What are you talking about?”

Jing Yuan smiled wryly. “How long has he been fucking you so you’ll become his pathetic human spy?”

Your face flared with anger. “You are disgusting."

You would’ve spat in his face if his lips suddenly claimed yours as if to prove a point. Your mind was screaming as you did everything in your power to reject his advances. This wasn’t the Jing Yuan you knew. This wasn’t the man you loved. Or… thought to have loved.

Jing Yuan eventually released you. Your clothes were in disarray, and you were clearly shaken, but you still mustered the courage to glare at him.

“Get out,” you seethed.

Jing Yuan tossed the notebook to your feet. “The maids found it while cleaning your room. If you’re going to cheat, at least try to hide it.”

You picked up the notebook just as Jing Yuan slammed the door.

Your marriage was over before it even began, but that was the least of your worries.

At first, you didn't understand why Jing Yuan didn't broadcast to the world that you were "secretly seeing" Young. But the psychological toll it was taking on you made you realize why. He enjoyed having you wrapped around his finger. He would threaten to expose your secret to your parents, everyone in the palace, and the public if you didn't do what you were told. To Jing Yuan, you were still going to be his wife. He'd dote on you, but it was all an act. If you broke off the marriage, everyone would question you. Not him.

You were the King's daughter, but in an era where men were considered more important than women, no one paid much attention to you. You were an accessory who received little praise for doing something right, but god forbid you did something "wrong."

At first, you tried to contact Young through the notebook, but when Young didn't reply for days, you knew Jing Yuan did something to it. As days went by, you felt more and more alone. Even your brother, who you thought you could confide in, had reprimanded you.

“I told you it was dangerous to keep in touch with him,” he said. “It’s your fault you got yourself into this mess.”

“Are you saying what Jing Yuan did was right?” you fired back. “I know he’s been seeing other women.”

It was just the other night you caught him drinking with a woman wearing a hanfu that barely covered her large breasts. His eyes had met yours, but you shut the door so fast that you didn't see his smirk. You'd thought to catch him in the act, but he was always one step ahead. He did something to the women he slept with and concealed it using magic. But it was magic you knew about as Young had told you about it before. In other words, Jing Yuan knew more than he should.

“That was after he found out you were having an affair with Young.”

“I was not!” You exhaled sharply. "J ing Yuan's dangerous. He—"

"That's enough, Sister." Your brother sighed, and your heart sank even further. "Your heart was never in the right place. You knew about the dangers, yet you were risking your life for what? Young? Think about it. You’re in love with him.”

You had been ignoring the small voice in your mind that you were in love with Young. Perhaps the more you denied it, the feeling would go away. You and Young could never happen. But hearing it said out loud was like you were hit with a ton of bricks. You had nowhere to run. You had to accept the truth, but you didn't want to think about this now.

He shook his head in disappointment. “I pity you, Sister.”

Then, he closed the door to your room, leaving you alone.

Unbeknownst to you, you stir in your sleep as the tears began to fall. You’re clutching your blanket tightly as another piece of your past comes back to you.

You had just finished bathing and returned to your room when you saw a white dove perched on one of the wooden frames. When you got closer, there was a note attached to its foot. You thought it would fly away, but it allowed you to untie the parchment.

May I come in?

You recognized the handwriting and the magic. When you quietly said, "Yes"," you sensed a comforting presence behind you. You heard Young say your name, and you turned, almost crying when he took you in his arms.

“I missed you.”

“I couldn’t get in touch with you,” you said quietly, taking comfort in hearing his heartbeat. “The notebook… Jing Yuan…”

"He did something to it, didn't he?" Young said bitterly.

You pulled away. “How did you know?"

"He threatened me."

Young told you about how Jing Yuan used the notebook to figure out who he was. Young had his suspicions that it wasn't you, but that couldn't be possible... unless someone had the knowledge and the magic to break the seal.

"He knows more than he lets on," Young continued.

“What did he want from you?”

You and Young were sitting next to each other on the bed.

It turned out Jing Yuan was threatening your life in exchange for information on dark magic.

“I’ll kill her,” Jing Yuan had said to Young.

“You’re supposed to love her,” Young said, glaring at the general.

"Love her?" Jing Yuan scoffed. "Don't make me laugh." Young clenched his fists. This was the man you were supposed to marry? "Not when she's in love with another man." Young's heart had almost skipped a beat. You? In love with another man? Could it be...? Jing Yuan glared at Young. "Do we have a deal?"

Jing Yuan? And dark magic? That was not a good combination. You clenched your fists, but Young put his hand over yours, and you naturally held his hand.

“You gave him what he wanted?” you asked quietly.

“He wasn’t sane. I could never risk losing you.”

You looked him in the eyes. “But—”

Young put a hand on your cheek and leaned in until his soft lips touched yours. Your eyes widened. It was just for a moment, but it ignited something within you.

“I love you,” Young said quietly. “...I love you with all my heart.”

You blinked once and the tears began to fall. Then, you quickly pulled him close and kissed him full on the mouth. His tongue slid into your mouth like a sword into its sheath. His hand finds its way around your head, gently pulling you closer until he was intimately kissing you with all that he had. He'd dreamt of this moment, but you tasted so much better than he could've ever imagined. The want. The love. The desire. It was conveyed in this one kiss that opened the skies and broke the heavens.

Your hands landed on his hard chest while Young's slowly slid down your thin robe. Coupled with how his tongue danced with yours, by God, you needed more. One of your hands slipped into his hanfu, feeling his taut muscles, and your kiss broke for a second for you to hear a quiet, low moan from his delicious mouth.

By the time you pulled away, your face was flushed and your pupils were dilating. Your desire for this man had been cut from its rusting chains, and you wanted him to—

“...Love me,” you said before you could stop yourself. You felt a little embarrassed, but Young's gaze only darkened with desire. You swallowed thickly. “...Please.”

You could feel his breath on your lips. He said your name in a low voice that almost made you shiver. In one swoop, Young had you on your back. His lips grazed your neck, and you heard him whisper, "Then, I won't hold back."

Young’s lips found yours again as his hands undid your robe. His fiery kisses continue again and again as the pad of his thumb massaged a nipple with a circular motion until it was hard and round as a delicate pearl. Young lowered his head and took one into his mouth, his tongue slow and measured as he worked to satisfy his carnal appetite for you. Yet, the more he tried, the more his desire grew.

“Ah…”

Your breathy moans spurred him on, and the animalistic desire to pleasure you soared to new heights. One of his hands slid lower, feeling the curves of your body he'd never thought he would touch. Your legs parted even more when you felt his hand dipping lower to your core. Sliding the fabric of your undergarments aside, he slowly slid two fingers inside. He raised his head, watching how your expressions change as he moved his fingers in a come-hither motion that worked to stimulate your G-spot and clit at the same time.

Your hips moved to the motion of his fingers as you reached for his heightened desire that was throbbing beneath his hanfu. Young’s fingers slid out at your short cry. He was on his knees, and as you watched him undress, the sight of his naked chest did nothing to calm the vertigo he had subjected you to when he kissed you. Your face flushed at the sight of his heavy sex that made your imagination ran wild.

His hands were on either side of your head; you curled your legs around him. When he slowly slid into you, you heard him curse, something you’ve never heard before in the many years you’ve known him. It was strangely erotic.

Your bodies began moving together. His steady but deep thrusts against the roll of your hips. Your arms were on his back, legs tightly around him, as Young began moving faster… stronger… until you could barely contain the moans and gasps he so easily elicited. But you weren't the only one. His breathing became erratic; he muttered another vulgarity, and he almost growled your name in pleasure beside your ear.

Your head was rolled back, eyes on the ceiling as you basked in the newfound pleasure. Suddenly, Young tilted your head down, and you felt his soft lips against yours, kissing you with a fiery intensity that got stronger with every thrust until…

You came simultaneously with a satisfied moan.

As both of you came down from the high, Young kissed your forehead and smiled at you. Then you heard him whisper, “I should’ve told you much sooner.” You put a hand on his cheek as he said, more loudly this time, “I should’ve asked you to be mine.”

Your eyes open, and you're staring at the ceiling of your bedroom. Your heart is beating rapidly, your breathing is uneven, and your face is flushed. You're clutching your blanket as you sit up, tears sliding down your cheeks.

You and Young had made love, but that would be the first and the last time. You bury your head in your hands as you knew that would be the last moment of bliss you'd share before everything crumbled.

Chapter 12

End Notes:

I was supposed to post this yesterday, but this chapter just kept going and going... and I didn't know where to stop LOL. By the time it was done, it was late, so I left editing until today. This is the longest chapter out of all my stories, but it's my favourite out of this story so far.

I feel kinda bad for making Jing Yuan the bad guy... 😭😭 I love him, honestly, which is why I have a separate story idea for him after this one. The guy is too sexy and lovable. But yeah, enjoy evil Jing Yuan for now LOL

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celebrity!danheng IL

彡- ,, a collection of my brainrots about dating danheng as diff types of celebs!

cw ⁞ none unless ur allergic to hot rich dragon fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ i put my whole badussy into this from 3 am till 8. i wasnt gonna write so much for my first post but ehe.

imagine dancer!danheng who lets you join him during dance practice. you sit quietly by the side while you keep your eyes on his sweaty, concentrated form. the song he chose blasts in the background and his sneakers squeak with each of his movements. he's dynamic, powerful, sexy and everything you could ever dream of.

sometimes he worries that you'll get bored (as if) so he glances at you occasionally to check on you. the way you flare up in embarrassment at his sharp gaze is just a bonus. you really question how you managed to woo a water dragon twice your age (dilf?) but you try not to think about it too much.

he mutters a breathy "thank you, treasure," as you hand him his bottle. he doesn't realize you smiling like an idiot as you watch him replenish himself, your eyes once again locking in on your boyfriend's ethereal features. his slick-backed hair falls across his face as he tips his head back, revealing his crystalline eyes — divine, tranquil and pure, just like a river — much like his love for you.

imagine author!danheng who dedicates all of his time writing about his one and only muse — you. in fact, he's been writing about you for lifetimes now — in every new lifetime you two share together, he vows to devote his time to only you. when he's writing, he reminisces about your past dates together and pieces his heart and memories together and masterfully fits it into a vessel. once he's done, he proudly sends it to the publisher and patiently awaits the day he can show the finished book to you.

"how do you like it?"

he asks as he curls into you closer while cuddling (aw im gonna eat him i swear), eager to hear your opinion. Although he knows you adore whatever he writes, he still wants to see the way your eyes crinkle as you shyly giggle at the parts you recognize from your own dates. he wants — no, needs — to engrave the sight and sound of you in his mind so he can write it in his next script.

god forbid if anything happens to you. after inviting you into his life, he finds himself unable to write any angsty or tragic stories — he wonders why.

imagine actor!danheng who invites you as an exclusive guest to the film set. he's currently filming for a romance drama which involves him and another actress acting out a couple of lovey-dovey scenes — nothing more than that. that's what you tell yourself as you cringe, your brain conjuring up an image of another woman kissing him outside of set. you push your seething jealousy aside till you're both back in the dressing room. he doesn't miss the way you refuse to look him in the eye as he casually discusses dinner plans with you.

"what's wrong, darling? if this is about my acting during filming, i'll reassure you once more: whatever happens on set, stays on set."

he gently tips your chin up so you're both looking eye-to-eye. he relishes in seeing you all pouty for him, he can't help but chuckle when he observes the slight glossy look of your eyes — they hold a possessive, feisty glint in them that pulls on his heartstrings in the perfect way. he sighs sweetly before pulling you in for a warm hug, his tail coiling itself around your figure — caressing your back and relieving whatever doubts and worries you held before.

"let's create our own scenes tonight, my love."

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almondest · 11 months

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—Homemade cake or Store bought cake? + bonus

ৎ᜔💗 ࣪୫ Birthday Special!

⨾ Blade ， Jing Yuan ， Dan Heng ， Sampo Koski ， Gepard Landau ，Welt Yang

Homemade Cake 🍰 ::

— Blade, Welt

— Will make you one, once they're left alone in the house.

— Welt would arrange a surprise for you with the astral express crew behind him as he holds the cake.

— Blade will wake you up at 12 in the midnight, walk towards your shared bed and whisper to you a birthday song to make you wake up.

Store Bought Cake 🍰 ::

—Sampo Koski

— Sampo is the type who sucks at cooking, and baking? Oh, he'd probably burned down your home at the very moment he starts to turn the oven at the highest possible temperature.

—knowing all too well he'd just anger you at the slightest attempt to bake you one, he just decided to buy you one of your favorite cakes at a bakery at the Administrative District.

Will Attempt to Make you one 🍰 ::

— Jing Yuan, Dan heng, Gepard

— They have the knowledge to actually successfully make one.

— Jing Yuan would probably get someone knowledgeable in baking cakes to help him make one for you. He could've actually just bought it, but he thinks that if he made it, it'll be more special.

—Dan heng would try to make a cake based on what he knows, like he'd probably be the type to know how but never baked one.

—Gepard would follow a recipe book and have Serval accompany him in case he does something wrong.

Note! It was actually intended to be posted yesterday since it was my birthday 😭 But I never got to finish it ajdjejsjsja also, this will probably be my last post for now before I go on a temporary hiatus, I've got about 3 ongoing research that needs to be finished, wish me luck ajskejsksk

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kiss-saint · 1 year

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Their love tropes !!

HSR! Men x Reader (Seperate)

✎ ੈ✩‧₊˚ SYNOPSIS !! - What are tropes I think they would fall in love with?

╰┈➤ THEMES/PAIRINGS !! - Danheng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader

*ೃ༄ TW/CW !! - blades kinda ooc, i got lazy on blades part, mentions of misogyny (as a joke), poorly proof read, SPOILERS for the Xianzhou Luofu story quest, i changed some parts/sequences of the events that happened, i apologize for any grammar/vocabulary errors english isnt my first language

⍣ ೋ Word count - 2.1k

DanHeng - Accidental Lovers/Sun & Moon

Okay so I can’t imagine DanHeng wanting a relationship but if he was to get in a relationship it would be accidentally

When you first joined the Astral Express crew he didn’t exactly welcome you but he still made sure you still felt like you were apart of the Family

He probably doesn’t even realize the way his cheeks turn into a light shade of red when you barge into his room to bother him (Not like he doesn’t mind your company anyway)

He loves seeing you ask questions about his room and what he does. He especially loves it when you perk your head to the side in confusion after he gives you a full detailed explanation. He finds it adorable

He often finds himself sharing food and sometimes personal secrets to you unintentionally. Can you blame him? He just trusts you because you’re his sun. He shares all kinds of memories with you. Painful, happy, nostalgic, and heartwarming ones and he loves the way you listen attentively to him

He asks you for hugs, not because he needs them but because he thinks you need them :(

He loves the way you just keep talking on and on and on while he listens attentively. He acts as if your blabbering is irrelevant but he actually listens and engrains your blabbering in his head.

“ You told me you liked Alfredo before.. So I made you some with the help of Himeko and Welt. I hope you enjoy it.”

Sometimes when you guys are alone he likes to entwine both of your hands and you don’t even recognize it because it just feels so right.

It only really hits him that he fell hard for you when he wakes up from a nightmare of his former friend, Blade. He’s sweating and panting and all he wants to do and can think of at the moment is just you. Just holding you to get his negative thoughts out.

“Danheng’s calling!” You jump in surprise as your phone buzzes in your hand with the contact name, ‘Orange soda’ with his contact picture with him sleeping soundly.

“Orange Soda, huh?” March teases you, elbowing your shoulder as she knew what you meant by naming him, ‘Orange soda’.

“It’s not like that..! We’re just kind of close, y’know? I name everyone I like foods that they remind me of!” She tries reaching for your phone to accept the call but you reach your arms out in the air to stop her from doing so. Your face was full of embarrassment as she had probably caught on about your crush on the man.

“Reallyyyy? Then what’s my contact name?” A teasing smirk plants itself onto her cheeky face. She watches your face flush red from embarrassment of the situation.

“Cotton Candy.” You clear your throat to regain your composure. The teasing atmosphere died down as your phone had stopped buzzing. She sees a frown accompanying your lips as you had missed the call. That frown tells her everything she needed to know about your situation with Danheng and she was living for it.

Your phone rings again and both you and March look at each other in sync, mouths both dropped at the sight of Danheng calling repeatedly in a row. He usually left a message. You signal for March to shoo out of the room and she complies, immediately rushing out of the fancy Xianzhou Luofu hotel room to give you and Danheng privacy.

You press the giant green call button as a nervous sigh manages to escape your lips before the call registers. The moment you hit the green accept button, both of your cameras are turned on, showing each other. He lets out a faint smile at the sight of you with a light shade of pink painting his cheeks.

“Hey.” He calls out to you. Desperately waiting to hear your voice again.

“Uhm, Hi? Do you need anything? Is it urgent?” You begin to ask questions with a slight panicked tone in your voice. Danheng calling twice in a row was a rare sight and at best a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness.

“No.” You can hear his audible sigh and see the way he sits down onto his mat as he was previously just standing.

He sees you raise an obvious curious brow as to why he called you. He gulped the ball of saliva forming inside of his mouth nervously.

“I just wanted to hear your voice again.”

(A/N - For those who are confused, the contact name “Orange soda” refers to the orange soda brand named “Crush” LOL)

Blade - Enemies to lovers

I’m sorry but I cannot imagine anything but this fitting blade

You’re both stellaron hunters and you would think that co-workers need to get along well to make a great team right? Wrong. (At least for the both of you.)

You guys are exactly like your corresponding elements. He’s wind and you’re fire. Wind makes fire spread and what does fire cause? Disaster.

That’s exactly what you both are together. A disaster.

So when Elio assigned you, Kafka, and Blade on the mission to the Xianzhou Luofu you were utterly awestruck. Kafka and Blade were well able to handle the mission together. You were just there for unnecessary reasons.

“ Quit your whining.” He taunts you and when he sees your obvious offended expression he can’t help but let an amused chuckle out.

When you both are intentionally captured and are placed in different cells (which Elio didn’t warn you about but only told Blade) he only laughs at your insults that you throw at him. Only then is your anger quelled when he tells you that Elio foresaw that you guys would be placed in different cells.

With that he breaks free from his cell and when he looks at you in your cell, he makes you beg to get out of the cell.

“Beg.” (Pls, this man loves to taunt and mock u sm it's actually insane.)

“Over my dead body.”

He only hums in amusement, telling you that your dead body would be in that cell and not long after he finally gets you to comply. A light hue of pink accompanies your cheeks while he only carries you on his shoulder with his blade in his other free hand on your way out escaping the Xianzhou Luofu jail capsules.

“Beg.” He demands with his crimson eyes piercing down at your (e/c) eyes. There’s not a single joke within his demand. Only pure mockery and tauntingness with his demand.

“Over my dead body.” You grit your teeth in humiliation that he would even want to hear you beg to escape. You notice how he doesn’t have cuffs around his hands while he was in the cell but you have cuffs on.

“That’s just pure misogyny!” He rolls his eyes at your attempted defamation towards the Xianzhou Luofu before cutting the silver bars open and also cutting the cuffs off of you.

Once the cold hard metal is off of your wrists he notices how they caused faint small brown bruises around your wrists. His eyes furrow in slight concern for your wrists as he sweeps you off your feet with your body being carried on his shoulder with his broken blade occupying his other free hand.

“ Me and the General go way back. Hold on tight.” He holds onto your waist tightly as you try and pry away from his grip. Kicking and punching his back in a futile attempt to break free from his grasp as he runs on full charge towards the door to knock the guards out.

Cloud knights begin to chase after you both and somehow he still manages to outrun them all like you guys are in a heist chase like in those cheesy movies where the villain and the villains girlfriend rob a bank and flee while destroying the good forces.

Eventually when you both reach a safe spot where the knights won’t catch up to the both of you, he sets you down onto your feet.

“ You owe me.” He coldly says, dusting his shoulder off.

“ One! I never asked for you to treat me like a damsel in distress. Two-!” Before you can even speak he shushes you with his palm to stop you from complaining even more than you already were. You can feel his hot breath against your ear and his body rubbing against you from behind.

He manages to stop your mumbles with his next words, your eyes dropping open.

“ Go on a date with me and throw your unreasonable reasons of hating me away.”

Jing Yuan - Assistant and Boss

Having this dude as your boss is a whole full time job of babysitting a grown man LMFAO

He likes lazing and dozing off and around while you’re helping him with documents and he can’t help but look at you with admiration when you decide to whack him in the head to wake up cause usually no one would have the balls to…

He finds you fun to have around. He’s extremely lonely with no friends but Yanqing so just having you around makes him all giddy like a little kid winning a plush at an arcade claw machine.

He’s lazy so don’t expect him to do his writing… He wants you to do it for him

In his (rare) free time he requests his knights to go and fetch you because even if it means you’ll both sit in deafening silence together, he’ll enjoy it

If you do decide to spend time with him he’ll have fresh tea brewed with you and ask how your day went and if you need any help with work (let's be honest, he's the one that needs help with paperwork smh)

If you don’t turn up he’ll end up bothering Yanqing with weird questions like, “ Where’s (name)?”, “ What’s she doing?”, “ Has she eaten?”

He’ll listen to you shit talk about the things that have wronged you today and even let a few laughs escape his lips cause he’s never seen that side of you

You find yourself often poking, picking, and braiding his hair. It’s not like he minds. In fact, he enjoys someone appreciating his hair that he takes good care of.

Just like Danheng, he asks for hugs. For you and for him but it takes a while for him to fully get used and comfortable to fully be able to show his physical affection towards someone

“ So this idiot decides to try and rush through the crowds, pushing Tingyun out of the way so of course I pull him back to put him back in his place because no one pushes Tingyu-” Your eyes were just focused on the ceiling as you tried your best to remember what had happened earlier today that caused conflict at town square. You feel a pair of eyes staring at you so you turn to face him while still talking about what happened only to spot him staring at you.

Lovingly.

This instantly distracts you from remembering the story, your gaze getting lost in his.

“ Stop looking at me like that.” His cheeky smile only grows wider as he rests his head on his palm that's being upheld by his elbow resting on his desk.

He had grown so intrigued by how your day went that he was paying more attentively to your story rather than focusing on his barely drunk tea cup that was still almost filled to the top. It must’ve gotten cold by now since it looked as though he hadn’t touched it the whole time you were ranting.

“ Like what?” He hums in curiosity, not noticing that he was looking at you in a loving way. Like the way an old married grandpa stares at his loving wife. Pure admiration, pure comfortability, and pure genuineness.

“ Yanqing told me how you never shut up about me.” You set your back straight before clearing your throat. A curious yet cocky eyebrow raises and dances on your face and he notices the look.

“ Seems I’ve been caught red handed.” Jing Yuan chuckles like he’s been found guilty for a court case as he pulls you in towards his arms as you both lay down on his mat. Both of your chests touch as he cradles you into his giant muscular figure.

You guys have slept together a few times, but nothing more happened than that. He brushed it off as if nothing happened between the both of you guys so you decided to do the same.

“ Indeed you have.” You wrap your on top of his shoulders with his hands at your waist, pulling you closer and closer till there’s no more distance that could separate the both of you.

#hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #danheng x reader #danheng x you #blade x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #hsr hcs #sinnerwrites

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2018-01-20 · 1 year

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for the longest time, ever since you first met dan heng, you have never been able to envision him with a lover.

you don’t even intend to think that in a negative way. you know that, underneath his (stupidly pretty) poker face and all of that grand seriousness, there is at least some love and passion in him. it’s more in a platonic sense, however—like the way he checks on tired astral express passengers by anonymously dropping off tea in their rooms, or how he gives backhanded compliments to march to make her huff and laugh at the same time. even the way he subtly looks at the trailblazer for any signs of exhaustion from all the work they put on their shoulders doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

you know that deep inside, dan heng really does care a lot for the people around him.

“what are you doing here?”

you let out a quiet hum as you slowly close the door to the archives behind you, turning your head to observe the bookshelves that decorate the walls. dan heng recognizes the tune you’re humming as your favorite song that plays often in the parlor car.

“do i need a reason to be here?” pulling your eyes away from the books around you, you tilt your head to him and match his questioning eyes with your playful ones. he eventually sighs, leaning his chair back as you attempt to hide the eagerness in the steps that you take in his direction. “i still can’t believe you like to sleep in this room every night. you’re already in here all day.”

you stand before him as he’s still seated comfortably beside his desk, and your face start to feel a little warm when you see the earphones of his that currently lay idly on his shoulders when they had previously been in his ears when you first entered the room. the way he holds your eye contact never fails to make your heart do flips in your chest. you swear you can go crazy just by looking at how beautiful he is just sitting in a chair, waiting for you to do something, anything.

“i missed you,” you finally whisper. and although he doesn’t say it back like you knew he wouldn’t, he does trail a hand to your jaw to gently cup your face as he pulls you in close. your lips meet his in no time.

there is something about dan heng that no one knows but you. and it’s that he doesn’t kiss like there are fireworks going off, or like there are sparks flying everywhere, or like it is the end of the universe—he kisses like he has reserved all of the time in the world just for you. he kisses like you are his favorite sweet. he kisses you slowly with both patience and expectancy.

he tilts his head to make it more comfortable for the both of you, his other hand hooking around your waist to slyly urge you onto his lap (which you of course do without protest). you don’t hesitate to place your hands onto his chest, and the approving hum he lets out against your lips has you going incredibly dizzy. minutes easily feel like hours when dan heng has you close in his hold.

you don’t even want to get started on the way he carefully takes his time, but also kisses you in a way that shows he craves absolutely nothing but you.

when you are finally, although reluctantly, pulling away, you are met with the sight of a slightly panting dan heng that looks at you without a worry on his mind. your head feels feverish as the hand on your hip moves to lightly hold the back your neck, and the next thing you know, you’re only centimeters away from him again.

“don’t stop,” he shamelesly breathes out, before moving towards you once more.

ever since you first met dan heng, he has stumped you in more ways than one. like the way you became the lover of his you never expected him to have, or the way he would rather show both his platonic and romantic love with his actions instead of his words.

but his kisses and touch are reserved only for you. the one he holds dear and close. the one he can truly love without holding back.

you.

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sapphire240400 · 9 months

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I'm not gonna tell him. No one tells him-🤐🥺

#hsr #hsr fanart #hsr dan heng #honkai star rail #honkai fluff #honkai stelle #honkai dan heng #dan heng x stelle #danstelle #dan heng #danheng fluff #stelle x dan heng #stelle #trailblazer

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tim-shii · 10 months

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bf!dan heng with an s/o who wears glasses

a/n: is this self indulgent? yes. yes it is. BUT IT JUST MAKES SENSE FOR HIM TO DATE A PERSON W GLASSES sniffles sniffles

bf!dan heng who stares at you, thinking how adorable you look with your specs on.

bf!dan heng who shields your glasses when you both have to run in the rain due to an unforeseen rainfall that day.

bf!dan heng who pushes your glasses up your nose unknowingly as he listens to you ramble about your day.

bf!dan heng who takes your glasses off and set it on a surface once he notices you've fallen asleep.

bf!dan heng who has a fiber cloth in his pocket or his bag that he brings everywhere because he knows you're lazy when it comes to cleaning your glasses. thus, he is cleaning your glasses for you.

bf!dan heng who allows himself to be persuaded with your pleas to get himself a pair of anti-radiation glasses so you two can wear matching lenses together.

bf!dan heng who miraculously always knows where you last placed your glasses. everytime you ask him, he just points it out to you without even looking up from his book.

bf!dan heng who goes with you when you're scheduled for an eye check up.

bf!dan heng who compliments your frames and silently gives himself a pat in the back when he sees you light up at his praises.

bf!dan heng who actually tags along and helps you pick a pretty frame for your glasses. he'll search up and familiarize himself with what frames would go along your features.

bf!dan heng who reads the menu at the fast food chain for you because you've left your glasses in the car.

bf!dan heng who smooths out the crease in your forehead once he sees you squinting your eyes at a distance.

bf!dan heng who knows you, sometimes find it difficult to perfect your eyeliner due to your poor eyesight, so he walks to you as you sit on the vanity and glides the liner at a perfect angle.

bf!dan heng who pushes your phone slightly away from you because you've been using it way too closely to your face. afterwards, he mutters scoldings about how bad it'll be for your eyesight.

bf!dan heng who kisses your eyelids goodnight before drifting off to sleep with you tucked safely and comfortably in his arms.

likes and reblogs are appreciated! masterlist

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teaberrii · 9 months

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Chapter 13: Cat and Mouse

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Jing Yuan isn’t expecting to meet you here out of all places.

He'd been gathering information about you as the conversation with Luocha can only take him so far. The more Jing Yuan found, the more curious he became. What’s a god doing posing as a chemistry student at Xianzhou University? Why are you suddenly researching The Withering now if you have something to do with it? How could you have escaped his radar all this time?

Your photo sparked something when he saw it for the first time.

There’s something familiar about you that he can’t put his finger on, but he knows he’s never seen you before. If he did, he would remember you. There’s an innocence about you that’s different from the vixens Jing Yuan has always been with.

Now, seeing you in person, the familiarity has grown stronger, and it’s eating away at him. He needs to know why, and Jing Yuan is a man who always gets his answers, whatever the cost.

As Jing Yuan walks towards you and Dan Heng, the great white shark encircles the area. “How do you know who I am, sweetheart?” The nickname almost makes you cringe, but your poker face doesn’t falter. “I think I’d remember a pretty face such as yourself. Or…” His predatory gaze land on Dan Heng. “Has the goody-two-shoes been gossiping about me?”

Did you forget? You’re my evil, soul-sucking, fake ex-fianceé who I want to rip apart and feed to the sharks. That’s what you want to say, but is that a little too intense for a first meeting in this time period? Yeah, probably. So, you opt for something more… subtle. Yet, it might give you some valuable information.

“We've met." Dan Heng looks back at you. Clearly, he's not expecting your answer either. "It's a given you don't remember me. Your reputation precedes you."

Jing Yuan narrows his eyes. So, you have met before. Sometime. Somewhere. But it doesn't look like you're going to tell him when or where. Jing Yuan has decided not to call you out as a god. It's obvious you aren't fond of him, not that he expected it, but he definitely isn't expecting the sassiness. He doesn't need to spark a train of thought that leads to you suspecting he's in cahoots with Luocha. At first, Jing Yuan plans to get close to you, but seeing as you somehow know him and whether that's because of Dan Heng or not, it's time for Plan B.

Jing Yuan stops a short distance away from you and Dan Heng. “Regardless if we’ve met in the past or not, it’s fate that brought us back together, is it not? So, let’s put the past behind us and start anew.”

Why is Jing Yuan so interested in you? He shouldn’t know who you are. Does he? Dan Heng glances at you; there’s also something odd about you. Your body language makes it very clear you don’t want him around. Dan Heng isn’t too surprised as you already know about Jing Yuan. But it somehow feels… personal.

“I'd rather not.”

Are you trying to test him? Probably. Is Jing Yuan going to take it? Definitely not. But he’s a man of class. At least that’s what he thinks.

“But I want to.” Jing Yuan steps toward you, but Dan Heng prevents him from getting any closer. Jing Yuan shoots him an unamused look. “I’m not going to hurt your pretty little girlfriend. Trust me.”

You know Jing Yuan as a master liar. If he's anything like his past self, you'd rather die than become his puppet again. This time... you will win.

“Let me be candid,” Jing Yuan says, looking back at you. “This is the first time I need to know where I’ve met someone before. I can't fathom why you think so badly of me." He leans closer to you much to Dan Heng’s very obvious dismay. “So, why don't you enlighten me over a coffee date, Princess?" Jing Yuan looks at Dan Heng out of the corner of his eye. “The boyfriend can tag along as a plus one.”

“Pass.”

Dan Heng almost smiles at the blunt, cold way you rejected Jing Yuan's invitation. He takes your hand and says, “Let’s go.”

You and Dan Heng are about halfway across the room until Jing Yuan says, “You still haven’t given me an answer, Dan Heng.” You feel his grip tighten around your hand. “If you leave with her, I’ll take your answer as a no.”

Dan Heng doesn’t turn around and continues walking. Jing Yuan sighs and looks up at the great white shark that's staring at him. When Jing Yuan got close to you, he saw you weren’t wearing the pendant he and Luocha were looking for.

“What's so special about a locket?” Jing Yuan asked, leaning back. One leg is crossed over the other as he stared at his companion from across the table.

“There should be only one in existence,” Luocha answered, and Jing Yuan raised a brow. “It was an artifact that belonged to my great-grandfather.”

“Ah, yes. The one who lost his mind.”

“The locket was passed down for generations until it went missing, and I haven’t seen it for many years. And now it reappeared around the neck of a woman who’s a god and someone who has something to do with The Withering.”

“Then, perhaps it never belonged to your grandfather. Perhaps it belonged to her. And… perhaps the locket also has something to do with the disease.” Jing Yuan had his hands together on his knees. “How did your great-grandfather get that locket in the first place? Did he make it?”

“No. He found it.”

Jing Yuan vaguely knew about Luocha’s great-grandfather and his descent into mental hell. Jing Yuan never knew the reason why behind the man's suffering… until now. Luocha's great-grandfather had found a locket during his earlier years as an archaeologist. Despite being warned not to take things that didn’t belong to him, he’d secretly kept the locket, thinking that he could make money from it as it was made of real gold.

“It was by accident that he found out it was imbued with magical properties.”

Jing Yuan’s eyes almost widened. “Magical properties?” he repeated as if unable to believe what his friend had just said. “Are you aware of what you just said?”

Luocha poured himself another drink. “Very much so.” He picked up his filled glass and slightly raised it. But when Jing Yuan didn't pick up his intentions, Luocha put his glass down. "Come now, Jing Yuan. It’s not like you to be so serious.”

“Get to the point,” Jing Yuan said flatly.

Luocha sighed but continued the story. “He was curious about what was inside. Yet, he couldn’t open it. He tried everything, but what was strange was that despite the efforts, the pendant remained undamaged. So, he tried burning it. What do you think happened next?”

Jing Yuan poured himself a drink. “Was the locket the cause of his mental anguish?”

It was. And by the time Luocha’s great-grandfather wanted to expose the locket to the world, it went missing.

“Well, I’m sure the man is rolling in his grave now that it reappeared around a god’s neck.” Jing Yuan put his empty glass down. “I wouldn't be surprised if magic exists.” He began spinning the large, metal ring on his finger. “The Withering is a prime example. But, now that the locket is in the possession of a woman who has something to do with this god-forsaken disease, can we assume that she and the locket hold the answers we need?”

The men held up their glasses and clinked them together. “A woman who started the curse and a possible... cure in the form of a locket. How interesting.”

“But we cannot act so rashly.” Jing Yuan took a long sip of his drink. “Even if we get the locket back, I doubt we can open it.”

“Does this mean you want to wait? Wait until they get it open?”

“The locket found her for a reason.” Jing Yuan’s gaze turned predatory. “I believe she is the key.”

Why aren’t you wearing the pendant? Does this mean it’s not in your possession anymore? Jing Yuan exhales sharply. He never thought warming up to you would be a walk in the park. You know Dan Heng who has his suspicions about him. Then, there’s Lan. God knows what he’s up to. Still, he never expected you to be this unwelcoming.

Jing Yuan had taken Dan Heng’s lack of response as a decline to his invitation to work together. Fine. Jing Yuan isn’t the type to beg, and he isn’t going to start now. Men or Women. People come to him for favours. You and Dan Heng will be no different. You, however, are under the suspicion of starting The Withering, and until Jing Yuan figures out the truth, he is not going to let you go.

Somewhere in the aquarium, Dan Heng is still holding your hand but you haven’t the slightest idea of where he’s taking you. He hasn’t spoken a word nor has he looked back. Is something wrong? Did Jing Yuan get under his skin? Because he sure as hell—

“Do you know him?” Dan Heng has stopped but he still hasn’t turned around.

“Jing Yuan? I—”

“Personally. Do you know him… personally?”

The question takes you off guard. But before you can say anything, Dan Heng turns around, half of his face hidden in shadow due to the lighting.

“He’s a person from my past,” you say, sounding a little defeated. “I had a dream about him yesterday night… I was once engaged to him.” For once, Dan Heng’s surprise is clear. He’s stunned at the revelation, and you don’t blame him. “But we never got married. At least, I don’t think we did.” After telling him about your dream, your voice drops. “I don’t know what happened after that night with Young.” Then, you look down. “Young was executed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Jing Yuan was behind it.”

Dan Heng puts his hand around your head and pulls you close. You take comfort in hearing his heartbeat as you hug him. Dan Heng can’t tell if Jing Yuan remembers you or not. He narrows his eyes as he recalls the way Jing Yuan flirted with you. Does that mean he remembers you? Or does it have nothing to do with the past and everything to do with the present? Everyone is starting on a clean slate. Putting his jealousy aside, Dan Heng takes a small breath to think more rationally.

Does Jing Yuan know you have something to do with The Withering? But, that's not possible. Unless someone told him about you.

As if reading his mind, you say, “Luocha, Caelus’s new doctor… he was my brother. And I think he was working with Jing Yuan.” Dan Heng slowly lets you go; when he looks down at you, he can see the gears turning in your head. “I don’t have proof, but…”

“He was your brother,” Dan Heng says. “He should’ve been on your side.”

You sigh. “My thoughts exactly. Maybe Jing Yuan promised him something or gave him something in return."

“Regardless, we should be careful of both of them.” You nod. “And…” Dan Heng exhales sharply and says coldly, “We’re not working with Jing Yuan.”

You have no complaints. But, thinking rationally, while Jing Yuan is a douchebag, everyone is still after the same goal. Who started The Withering? Why? And… how do we get rid of it? You’re sure Dan Heng knows this, too.

Dan Heng looks towards the tank. His hand finds yours and gives it a tight squeeze. “Did you ever have feelings for him?” He isn't looking at you when he asks the question. But as if feeling your stare at him, he slowly meets your eyes.

“I thought I did,” you answer honestly. “I vaguely remember moments when he would keep me company. But he probably had ulterior motives even back then.”

So, you were fond of Jing Yuan once upon a time. It just happened he turned out to be a conniving bastard. Still, it makes Dan Heng wonder… if Jing Yuan wasn’t, would you have realized your feelings for Young?

At Dan Heng’s silence, you gently poke his cheek. “Hey, what are you thinking about?” Then, after a small chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“I am.”

Your eyes slightly widen, clearly not expecting the confession. Dan Heng wonders if Jing Yuan loved you but ruined it for himself. He knows it’s pointless and ridiculous to make assumptions now as you obviously have more important things to worry about. But in this time period, it’s a chance to start over.

Dan Heng puts a hand on your cheek and slightly leans in. Your face turns a slight pink which almost makes him smile.

“No matter where we are,” he says softly, “I won’t let him have you.”

His lips are inches from yours, and you see nothing but warmth when you look into his eyes. You blink once, and Dan Heng’s soft lips are on yours. Then, your lips part, allowing his tongue to meet yours in a dance that sends a wildfire of raging flames throughout your body. Dan Heng’s hand grazes the delicate line of your jaw, strands of your hair whispering against his fingers as he kisses you with an unparalleled urgency.

You taste like everything he thought you would... and more. Like berries bathed in the sun on a warm summer day. Dan Heng has never wanted anyone like this. Ever. The more he kisses you, the bigger his craving and the less he wants to stop.

If he is the moon, you are his sun, the one he longs to see, to touch, and to love.

You pull him closer as the world around you melts away. It’s your first time kissing Dan Heng, yet he knows exactly where and how to draw those quiet, breaths from your sweet lips that leave you fighting for more. He already has you mapped out; his fingers tease your curves as your skin burns with a desire that you want him to satisfy.

You’re rudely drawn back to reality when the kiss stops, leaving you at a literal loss for words. Your hearts are beating wildly as you look at each other, the fire evident in your eyes. You see his eyes land on your lips again, and you two lean in for another kiss. His hot mouth is on yours again, his tongue teasing your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Never thought you’d be such a tease,” you say breathlessly.

His lips curve into a small, sexy smirk.

You have to stop yourself from grabbing him in for another kiss as you hear rushed footsteps and children laughing and screaming. Dan Heng steps away from you, and you turn to see a large sea turtle swim by just as a few families enter the room.

You take his hand, having made up your mind. That kiss has answered all of your questions. You don’t want this man. You need him. And you’d be damned if you were to let him go. A god and a human? It’s never happened, not that you’re aware. But there’s a first for everything. You’ve played the role of fate for many people, bringing them together to find their happiness. But now it’s your turn. It’s time to find your happiness.

Dan Heng turns to you as he holds your hand. He can see the answer in your eyes but also something else: the beginning of so much more.

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Pom never thought he’d be hunched over at a desk reading about history. But here he is. Sitting in a public library with piles of books beside him. For the past couple of hours, he’s been trying to find out anything about the locket, magic, and… shapeshifters.

Pom was not supposed to exist. He was but a character in fairytales people told their children before bed. A mysterious shapeshifter who was a guardian of the woods. No one knew where the story came from as it was a tale passed from generation to generation. But most importantly, no one knew someone like Pom actually existed.

Occasionally, he ventured to the North, South, and even the Middle Kingdom in different forms. He was amused by the rivalry between humans and those that called themselves the human dragons, wondering who would get the last laugh. He wasn’t prepared to get tangled in their affairs.

Pom was sitting in his small cabin situated deep in the woods. It was where the fog was thick and surrounded by wetlands that would be impossible to traverse unless one had magic. Suddenly, he sensed a presence, and he immediately shut the book he was reading and stood. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported outside and to his alarm, he saw the silhouette of a figure in the fog walking effortlessly on the surface of the wetland. That was impossible; this person knew magic. Advanced magic.

When the figure finally came into view, Pom crossed his arms.

“The heir to the Middle Kingdom… What brings you here?”

Pom closes another book. While there’s a bunch of information about magic and shapeshifters in general, there’s nothing to tie them to the past or to Pom. But there must be a reason why he dreamt of being a shapeshifter and meeting Young.

There's a connection. Pom can feel it in his veins.

He's finally getting answers to his past, and his hunch has always been right. If Pom met Young, it's likely he also met you. How? When? In what form? For the first time in a long time, Pom feels like he's finally getting somewhere. And he'll see it to the end.

When he looks up, he’s surprised to see a familiar face. Luocha is walking towards him, eyes on an open book in his hands. Pom is about to get his attention, but before Luocha walks past the table, as if sensing someone’s looking at him, he turns and makes eye contact with Pom.

“Hiya.” Pom looks at the empty seat in front of him.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Pom.” Luocha closes his book and sits across from him. He notices the many books about magic mythological creatures. “Are you interested in magic? If you are, we have something in common.”

“Really? I… never expected you to be curious about these types of things.”

Luocha scans the page. “Do you believe in magic?”

With the existence of gods and Pom's discovery that he used to be a shapeshifter, it would be almost criminal if magic didn't exist.

“Because I do.”

“You do?” Pom asks, surprised. "I wasn't expecting that."

“There’s a locket that I’m looking for.” Luocha closes the book and looks Pom in the eyes. “It looks exactly like the one your friend was wearing that day at the hospital.”

“Cupid's locket?” Pom takes it out of his breast pocket.

Luocha’s eyes slightly widen. “Yes. That’s the one. Mind if I see it?” Pom moves to give it to him, but Luocha catches his slight hesitation to which he asks, “Is something wrong?“

“Ah… well… It’s not exactly mine.”

Luocha chuckles. “I won’t run away with it.”

“Right. Of course not!”

After the locket is in his hand, Luocha carefully examines it.

“It can’t be opened,” Pom says. “At least, we haven’t figured out how.”

Still looking at the locket, Luocha asks, “Have you tried destroying it?”

“That’s… going a bit overboard.”

Luocha looks at Pom. “The locket I’m looking for can’t be destroyed.” Pom raises a brow. “That’s how I know it’s not an object of this world. It's why I believe in magic."

“How did you lose it?”

“It belonged to my great-grandfather. He was the one who found it and it was passed through my family for generations.”

“Um… how did he find it?”

“He was an archaeologist and found it on a dig.”

Pom looks at the pendant. “Maybe this one just happens to look like the one your great-grandfather had.”

“Perhaps… but the one he owned couldn’t be opened either.”

Pom immediately looks at him. “Really?”

“So, I’m curious how your friend… Cupid, was it? How she got ahold of it.”

Should Pom tell the truth? It's crazy enough that someone as rational and scientific like Luocha believes in something like magic. Perhaps telling him will get you and Pom a step closer to opening it. Before Pom can say anything, a gust of wind blows one of the books open. After the wind calms down, Pom is about to close the book when he sees the page the book flipped to.

Fire. Destruction. Black magic.

The words stood out to him as if they are bolded. While Pom wants to believe it's just a coincidence, his gut is telling him a different story. It's as if it's a warning.

"It was a gift," Pom finally says.

Pom almost starts sweating at the way Luocha is looking at him. It's as if he's examining him under a microscope. Then, Luocha goes back to examining the locket.

“Would you mind doing an experiment with me?”

“An… experiment?”

Luocha smiles. “As I said, the locket I’m looking for can’t be opened or destroyed. Should we test to see if it's really the same locket?”

Something tells Pom that Luocha already knows the answer.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try to destroy it.”

“Of course not. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try to force it open.”

Again, Pom doesn’t know what it is, but he doesn’t have a good feeling about this. How is going to politely decline without sounding too suspicious? As he racks his brain for excuses, his phone buzzes, startling him. He quickly looks at the message on the screen and picks it up when he sees your name.

Cupid: Forgot to mention it earlier today… but we can’t trust Luocha.

Wow. Great timing.

“Is something wrong?”

Pom quickly looks up and sees Luocha staring at him. "No! Everything's fine."

Another message comes in.

Cupid: He might be working with Jing Yuan. I'll tell you more when I get back.

Pom's breath gets caught in his throat, knowing he doesn't have the time. Looks like it's time to bring out the big guns.

You and Dan Heng have just left the aquarium when you see Pom's message: SOS

Chapter 14

End notes: Will this turn into a possible love triangle...? HMMM...

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rayisalive · 1 year

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Hug Headcanons

|→ A/N: I need a hug. I want a hug. Give me the hug. Anyways I wrote for a different fandom hooray.

|→ Includes: GN reader, Dan Heng and March 7th x reader, can be platonic or romantic your choice, fluff fluff flufff

|→ Context: Headcanons on their hugs.

|→ More works here

|→ Dan Heng’s hugs feel awkward. He doesn’t really understand what to do when you come up and hug him. Just give him a moment though and he’ll quickly adjust though.

| If you ran up to him and just gave him a hug out of nowhere his face would turn a light shade of red before hugging you back.

| If you point it out he’d deny it. Him being embarrassed? What are you talking about ahahaha- (/j)

| If it’s in public he thinks the whole ordeal is embarrassing in front of others, but won’t deny it.

|→ March would give some of the best hugs. I’m talking giant warm bear hugs that you can feel comforted in.

| She would come up from behind and envelope you in a giant warm hug as she exclaims hello’s and whatnot.

| If you gave her a hug she’d immediately give you a hug back with a bright smile on her face.

| She’s not afraid to give hugs in public too! As long as you’re ok with it whenever she feels like it or notices that you’re feeling down she’d give you a hug with words of affirmation.

Imagine after a tiring day on the Astral Express you sit on a couch, taking a break and then Dan Heng comes up and sits next to you, making small talk. March then comes and sits in between you two despite protests and gives a giant hug to relieve the stress.

Himeko walks in and ends up seeing and is like a proud parent.

©rayisalive 9/16/22 None of my work is to be translated, plagiarized, or reposted without my knowledge. Reblogs are appreciated too!

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x-lunawrites-x · 9 months

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Sleepy Headcanons

Dan Heng+naps is one of my favorite combinations so I wrote some of my blurbs

Dan Heng often gets nightmares and everyone on the crew is worried. He obviously says it's fine but it's not. But he has a very 'peculiar' way of avoiding nightmares...

His method is to, surprise surprise, just not sleep. He keeps on working for as long as his body can manage until he physically can't stay awake anymore. The crew knows about this and has told him to take care of himself but he hasn't really changed his ways. (seriously boy wtf are you doing?)

That's when you came along and you somehow have a way of forcing him convincing him to get some rest. So now he doesn't sleep unless 1 of the 3 things happens:

he just passes out when sitting down somewhere. Like somewhere on the archive room floor or on the Astral express' extra comfy sofas or really just any type of chair.

he's sick or injured or is being forced to rest by the crew. He's lying down and probably on some sort of medication or painkiller that's making him sleepy so he might as well sleep, right?

you force him to. You have to take him by hand, basically drag him to his "room", make him lie down on his "bed", make yourself comfortable next to him and just cuddle the poor boy to sleep.

He tries to resist, obviously, but you don't give in. He needs to get some rest and if you have to forcibly make him do that, with cuddles and head scratches, then so be it.

He sometimes acts annoyed or inconvenienced or says that he has better things to do than do this, but he almost purrs when you massage his scalp to help him fall asleep. Terrible liar.

Makes you promise him that you'll wake him up in half an hour. You agree as your hand rubs relaxing circles on his back. The next thing he knows is waking up, looking at the clock then back at your long-asleep figure in his own arms. It has been 4 hours. He has wasted 4 hours.

He can't help but smile though, he feels refreshed and you're so damn cute in his sheets. He decides he doesn't wanna wake you up so he relaxes his body again, lying next to you until you wake up, or until he falls asleep again. Whichever comes first.

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malewifeharem · 2 months

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Hi! If it isn’t much of a bother can I req a silent yet affectionate person with Danheng or Jing Yuan? If not that’s totally fine!

danheng w a silent yet affectionate reader

彡- ,, brainrot of danheng with a quiet yet affectionate reader

cw ⁞ shouldn't have any cuz its fluffy fluff fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS DANHENG OR DHIL SO TAKE IT AS EITHER I GUESS??? i had normal danheng in mind while writing so up to your interpretation.

danheng totally gets you tbh. he's definitely an introvert too, just like you! you guys don't even need to speak to communicate! it's like telepathy! (woah) but that's okay, you both show your love for each other in different ways other than through words! i can totally see him being a gift giver, quality time and acts of service kinda guy.

gift giving! danheng is the best on any type of occasion HAHA. be it valentines, anniversaries, birthdays, christmas even. he only gift things he'd be happy to receive so you bet everything will be in pristine condition or HANDMADE. (i love handmade shit) once, for your anniversary, he presented you a little heart shaped box filled with goodies in it. your favorite candies and snacks, a handwritten letter and a well-crafted handmade small album!

IT HAS PICTURES OF JUST THE TWO OF YOU IN IT. THERE'S SO MANY PAGES IT'S INSANE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE HE SNAPPED PICTURES OF YOU IN MOST OF THEM, IT'S ADORABLE... the letter itself is so well written too — his handwriting is very neat! he details very vividly the memories he had with you that he's most fond of — you can tell it means a lot to him. he'll even request to read it out to you if you don't mind. HE'LL HOLD YOUR HAND AND RUB CIRCLES ON YOUR THUMB WHILE READING AND HE'S A VERY QUIET PERSON SO JUST THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO BOTH HIM AND YOU. he's a sweetheart please take good care of him... :(

quality time! he definitely pops by at your room in the astral express to ask to hangout with you. even if it's seemingly pointless, he just wants to be close to you and soak up as much time with you as possible... IT MAY BE TOTAL SILENCE BUT IT'S COMFORTABLE SILENCE. YES, THERE'S A DIFFERENCE... NO, IT'S NOT REALLY EXPLAINABLE... he actually doesn't even mind talking if you wanted him to. he could read his or your favorite book to you or his daily reports.

"i really don't mind anything if it's with you," he says with a soft hum. (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

acts of service! y'all know that one meme where the front person goes, "he asked for no pickles! >:(" and the person at the back is like all nervous and everything? yeah that's the both of you. he's the front person just with less >:( and more :[ (you're just you)

"hello, excuse me... sorry, she asked for no pickles. could you remake this? yes, thank you. that would be most appreciated."

after it's fixed...

"my love, they've remade your order. here you go. eat slowly, okay? no need to thank me, it's my duty as your boyfriend." I JUST KNOW FOR A FACT HE SAID IT SO MATTER-OF-FACTLY TOO LIKE IT'S HE HAS THAT CODED IN HIS BRAIN. HE'S SO YOURS. HE'S SMITTEN. TAKE HIM AWAY.

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fiorella-a · 9 months

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Hey! I'm new here, thank you!

Honkai Star Rail boys as... "Cupid's Chokehold" lyrics (+scenarios?? Headcannons?? Mini fic?? Idk)

Info:

-Gn! Reader

-Fluff

Welt:

"Not much of a girlfriend

I never seem to get a lot"

"And I know it sounds so old

But cupid got me in a chokehold

And I'm afraid I might give in"

"And we can be on the phone for three hours

Not sayin' one word"

>> Welt's type would be: mature and patient, that is until you came along. You're reckless and if somebody talked bad about anyone you cared about, you'd be pulling out your weapon in no time. Welt could only sigh at your behavior but can't do anything about it because, well, you're you and he loves you. His soft spot is barely noticeable unless you've known Welt for a while (ehem Himeko, ehem Dan Heng, ehem March) then you'd definitely notice his presence shift and facial expressions soften. When you went to Jarilo-VI with the three youngsters, Welt would message you from time to time;

"Hi, good afternoon. As soon as you arrive at a hotel please notify me and don't call unless i say so."

"Stay safe, darling."

Sampo:

"This is gonna sound like a bad joke

But momma I fell in love again

It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend"

"She's got a smile that would make the most senile

Annoying old man bite his tongue"

"Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here"

>> When Sampo first revealed it to the trio (he told them first before rubbing it into Gepard's face <33) that he has a girlfriend, they LAUGHED to the point their stomach actually started hurting and Dan Heng had to walk out. When Sampo revealed it was you, they started to side eye him like– "y/n? The person that helped us here in the underground??" "THE Y/N?!" "😲😲❓" Long story short: they approved of the relationship but if they see you upset, they immediately blame it on Sampo.

With your golden heart reputation along with the trailblazer, it's no use for other people to hide such thankful and wonderful feelings whenever you help them. Sampo would be smiling like an idiot if he sees someone who's usually in a bad mood talk to you with smiles in their faces and that's something he'll brag about.

Whenever Sampo would be involved in a fight, you bet he looks at your picture first before going in like a beast to fight, he could only wish that you'll brag about him too <3

Luocha:

"And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long

But I promise this is on a whole new plane

I can tell by the way she says my name"

>> When you first met, you pronounced is name as 'Loo-cha' instead of 'lao-cha' and you thought he was gonna make you carry the coffin he always has (💀) but he laughed it off and taught you how to pronounce his name. When you guys finally established a relationship, you'll find out that he took your phone and changed his own contact name into: "Loocha my beloved."

(Your contact name in his phone would be your name but all scrambled up with 'my beloved' at the end)

Jing Yuan:

"She's got eyes comparable to sunrise"

"She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten"

>> This pretty 'lil General loves every part of you, especially your face. Why you might ask? Whenever he lays his head on your lap while you're eating on the floor, he can see the shine of the sun reflect into your eyes as if you're the human embodiment of the sun itself. Your skin? He loves it. Every scar, every stretch mark, every wound, every bruise, every scar, it's a ten for him. He wishes to be by your side while you heal physically and mentally.

Dan Heng and/or Imbibitor Lunae:

"She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard"

"when I start to build my future she's the main component"

>> He melts whenever you laugh, giggle or chuckle! Doesn't matter if you laugh like a horse or smth, he just finds himself smiling at you– you look so genuine and peaceful that he finds himself affected by the energy you're radiating and he's not planning on leaving.

One night, when he was about to sleep he sees you go into his room and he feels the kiss you gave onto his forehead before whispering quietly to yourself, "I'll be here, making sure you're safe and peacefully sleeping with no nightmares." He had a hard time faking to be asleep– hell even trying to sleep! All he can think about is you both together in the future, making sure each other is safe and that no harm would ruin both of your bond.

Gepard:

"I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun"

>> Absolutely loves your energy and personality. His sister, Serval once said, "What if Y/n's actually the descendant of the Sun God? They makes my 'lil Geppie warm and breaks the ice surrounding him!" She'd laugh at her own statement while Gepard would think about what she said, yes, your personality does seem so energetic and your eyes radiates of what looks and seems to be innocence. But he damn well knows that he'd rather have the ice on his heart melt rather than the ice on his planet melt, call him selfish but he's a fool inlove.

Blade:

"It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home

And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor

She'll be back into my arms once more for sure"

>> Being a stellaron hunter is tiring, he wishes he could rest for all eternity but he can't. That was his mindset before you came, now it's all 'when I come home will they be in the shower? Or will they be on the couch, waiting for me?' Of course, you're on the couch and running back into his arms you go! You can tell him that he's all bloody and sweaty but he doesn't care, as long as you're willing to hug him, he has no problem changing the way he comes home.

Arlan:

"I love it when she calls my phone

She even got her very own ringtone"

>> Arlan has a default ringtone for everyone except Asta, Herta, and you. Whenever you call all you need is a second (maximum is 3 minutes) and he'll pick it up speaking with you using his gentle voice, you can almost feel his muscles relaxing at your voice.

Asta promised Arlan that she wouldn't tell his little secret but she spilled it to you by accident saying, "OH! Do you know Arlan memorized your ringtone? That's why he picks up so quickly!" You could only giggle at what she said.

Caelus:

"she even cooks me pancakes

And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches

If that ain't love then I don't know what love is"

>> He Loves the way you care for him. It gives him a feeling of having a childhood or a feeling of once being young. If he gets sick, he always requests you to make him pancakes before taking his medicines and always waffles when he wakes up for breakfast. While you're cooking or feeding him, he looks at you with eyes full of love!

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