#hsr fanfiction

[genshinluvr]

The Fallen Star

Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You wake up in a void and see someone towering over you. He's breathtaking and covers the sun and sky. One minute you are talking to him, but then you gain consciousness. You wake up to a silver-haired man giving you (failed) CPR, only to find yourself on the Xianzhou Luofu with four other people who soon later become your (temporary?) traveling companions.

Note: Welcome to my first Honkai Star Rail fanfiction! This work is part of a brand new series called "Brightest Star in the Universe." Yes, it's Isekai like the Genshin fics. This is going to be cross-posted on AO3 as well (like all of my fics). To be honest, I didn't think I was going to be posting a Honkai Star Rail series so soon, but here I am. Since there are unreleased characters in this series (Luocha and Blade), their personalities are going to be a bit out of character. Then again, most HSR men's personalities are going to be out of character for a bit until I'm familiar with all of them. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of blood, but it's not bad

Word Count: 8.6k

The last thing you remembered before you woke up was a tall man towering over you, blocking the sun and sky from your view. He had silver-white hair and tanned skin, and his arms were in pieces, gold bleeding through the cracks over his body. He was beautiful, but his beauty intimidated you. The way he gazed at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

You felt yourself tremble beneath his gaze. Who was this man, and why was he bigger than the sun and sky? “Where am I? Who are you?” You whispered, your voice trembling with fear and confusion.

The world around you rumbled, making you wince and look around in panic. It took you a moment to realize that the huge man before you was chuckling. The man gazed at you with amusement before squatting down before you without taking his eyes off of you. Wait, does he even have legs?

“My name is not important, little one,” he replies. “You and I will meet again soon, but for now, it’s time for you to wake up from your slumber.”

You looked at him quizzically before scanning your surroundings. There was no one else but you and him. You and this man were in a vortex of some sort. The light is blocked out by his figure. You pinched yourself and winced in pain. What does he mean by ‘wake up from your slumber?’ Were you not awake the entire time?

You look at the man, only to see that he is still staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “What do you mean by that?” You whispered.

The silence in the void is deafening. Even if you whispered, your voice echoed in the abyss. You shifted in your spot before getting up from the ground. You dust your clothes off and gaze at the ginormous man before you, waiting for him to answer. The world around you slowly turns black, and the man nods at you before your vision turns black.

Just as you’re gaining consciousness, you hear voices around you. The voices are muffled, almost as if you’re underwater, and the voices of the people are above you and all over the place. Your ears are ringing, and your limbs feel like lead. You want to open your eyes, but your eyelids feel heavy.

“Are you sure they’re alive?” You hear a girl ask.

You hear a slow sigh coming from your left. “Of course, they’re alive, March. Can’t you see the steady rise and fall of their chest?” the male to your left asks.

“If they’re alive, then why are they not waking up? Aside from being unconscious, of course,” says March.

You feel someone tap your cheeks repeatedly. You groan and try to swat the hands away from your face, only for your hands to fall back to the ground. The girl named March lets out a loud gasp. 

The man beside you lets out a sigh. “March, can you go find Mr. Yang? In the meantime, Caelus and I will stand guard and make sure this person is okay,” he says.

‘March’ makes a disgruntled noise before stomping away. Something beneath you shifts, and you open your eyes to see a silver-haired man leaning down, his lips puckering. You open your mouth to say something, but the man covers your mouth with his. You let out a combination of a squeak and a gasp. The silver-haired man backs up and looks down at you with wide eyes, his fringe covering a part of his eyes. 

The silver-haired man blushes and clears his throat. “It’s good to see that you’re awake! Ahem… how are you feeling?” He asks.

You swallow the lump in your throat and slowly prop yourself up on your arms, rubbing the back of your neck. “I-I’m fine! Um… that’s an interesting way to wake someone up,” you said, giving the silver-haired man a sheepish smile. 

“I was trying to give you CPR, but that didn’t turn out how I thought it was going to,” replies the silver-haired man, his cheeks flushing red. He looks over at the black-haired man with a glare. The man with black hair looks away, his lips pressed into a thin line while his shoulders are shaking. The silver-haired man narrows his eyes at the black-haired man before punching him in the shoulders lightly, causing the man to grunt and let out a cough. Was he laughing? You sit up and look around, dazed and confused about how you ended up on a ship. Wait, is it a ship? Where are you?

You clear your throat and rub your throbbing temples. How did you end up on a ship? Or wherever you are. Gosh, you’re so out of it that you’re having a hard time figuring out where you’re at. You close your eyes, feeling a wave of nausea hit you like a train. One minute you were in a void with an extremely tall man that bleeds gold, and now you’re somewhere with two men at your side. One man is trying to stifle his laughter, while the other is almost as red as tomatoes. 

The red-faced silver-haired man clears his throat. “My name is Caelus, and the one that’s laughing beside us is Dan Heng,” Caelus says, nudging Dan Heng beside him with a small glare as if he’s telling Dan Heng to be quiet.

Dan Heng clears his throat before fixing his composure, crossing his arms over his chest. “How are you feeling? You were out cold when we found you on the Xianzhou Luofu,” says Dan Heng, staring at you emotionlessly.

“Other than a slight headache, I’m feeling okay. Confused, but okay nonetheless,” you reply. 

The two men stand up while you remain on the floor. You continue to take in your surroundings, eyes focusing on the stars hanging above you and the two men on this…. ship. You’re on a flagship… in space… traveling to who knows where. You look at the men behind you, pointing at your surroundings.

You clear your throat. “So, I was unconscious on the Xianzhou Luofu? That’s how you two found me?” You ask, rubbing your eyes while remaining on the ground. “Huh. How did I end up here?”

Rapid footsteps approach you, Dan Heng, and Caelus. You look up to see a pink-haired girl running toward the three of you, with a brown-haired man following close behind. The pink-haired girl’s eyes light up when the two of you make eye contact. You get up from the ground, dusting off your clothes.

The girl and brown-haired man stop before you. “Oh, goodie! You’re awake this time! I was starting to get worried!” She says, propping her hands on her hips. “Mr. Yang, this is the unconscious person I was telling you about! Well, they’re not unconscious anymore, but we stumbled across them when we split up while trying to look for Kafka.”

The brown-haired man— or Mr. Yang— strokes his chin while analyzing you from head to toe. You’re definitely not from the Xianzhou Luofu, and you’re certainly not from Jarlio-VI. 

The man hums before crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you know how you ended up here?” asks Mr. Yang.

You shake your head. “I don’t know how I ended up here. One minute, I was in a void with a man that towered over me, and now I somehow ended up on a ship.” You reply. 

Now that you said it out loud, you wouldn’t believe yourself if you were someone else. Would these people believe you? The pink girl hums thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side while gazing at you curiously.

“I’m March 7th, by the way! But you can call me March! This man here is Welt Yang!” She gestures to the brown-haired man beside her. “I’m assuming those two have introduced themselves to you already?”

You nod. “They have! Apologies for not introducing myself earlier, but my name’s [Y/N].” You say, rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

You look at your surroundings. While you’re on the Xianzhou Luofu, you’re not entirely sure where you, Dan Heng, Caelus, Mr. Yang (should you call him by his first name or by his last name?), and March are precisely on the ship. Looking at your surroundings, all you see are boxes— you’re assuming they’re cargo of some sort. The air is nice and chilly, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“We have to meet with General Jing Yuan. There are some things we still need to discuss with him,” Mr. Yang says, pulling his phone out to look at the time.

March points at you. “What do we do with [Y/N]? Do we bring them along with us as well?” asks March, looking at Mr. Yang for answers.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head, waving your hands in front of you. “Oh, no! You don’t have to bring me along with you guys! Plus, you mentioned meeting with a general…. That sounds important, and I don’t want to intrude. After all, I am an outsider and, uh, don’t fit in this situation,” you said.

The five of them were heading to meet with the General of the Xianzhou Luofu. Dan Heng, Caelus, and March ended up stumbling across your unconscious body on the Xianzhou Luofu in an area where there aren’t many people roaming around. You sort of threw them off while they were headed toward their destination. Surely you can’t just tag along with them now, can you?

March huffs and frowns at you. “Hey! You’re not the only one who’s an outsider! The four of us aren’t from the Xianzhou Luofu either!” March interjects, stepping toward you and linking her arm around yours. “Besides! I think you should tag along with us either way! We don’t want to leave you behind, especially when you’re not from the Xianzhou Luofu! You are now a Trailblazer like us!” 

Mr. Yang sighs and pushes his glasses up. “Let’s go. We have no time to lose. [Y/N], we’ll talk about this after meeting with General Jing Yuan,” says Mr. Yang, looking in your direction.

You nod and follow after the group, setting off to the location where General Jing Yuan told them to meet. 

Upon arriving at the destination, you have concluded that you like the Xianzhou Luofu! Not only is it beautiful and vast, with a nice view of the universe, but you find the citizens of the Xianzhou Luofu interesting, and you’re curious about everything, really. 

Now that you think about it, the ship and the people you’re tagging along with feel familiar. You know what this place is; you know it! It’s on the tip of your tongue, but dealing with sudden scenery changes and the brain fog is throwing you off.

The grand doors open, and the five of you step into the room. You look around, eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. Many people are walking in and out of the room, people gathering around in one spot while others are tending to their duties on the ship. Mr. Yang, March, Dan Heng, Caelus, and you approach the white-haired man sitting on a chair. He seems to be occupied with the game of chess. You can’t tell if his blond opponent looks frustrated or focused. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes focused on the chessboard before the two of them. Hearing footsteps approaching their direction, the blond boy and white-haired man look at your group.

The white-haired man stands up, looking at the blond boy and nodding. The blond boy gets up from his seat and walks off, looking at your group from the corner of his eyes as he passes the five of you.

“I hope the journey wasn’t too complicated. It’s good to see you all again,” says the white-haired man.

Mr. Yang nods. “General Jing Yuan, it’s nice to see you again. We’re here to discuss the matters you wanted to speak to us about regarding the situation….” Mr. Yang’s voice slowly becomes muffled as you continue to look at your surroundings.

There are holograms of the people, you assume, that work on the Xianzhou Luofu! Holograms! You have never seen a hologram before, and it looks so cool! What was this place called again? You recalled that they were supposed to meet up at the general’s office, but the location was changed. Was the office called the Seat of the Divine Foresight? Although, with the number of people going in and out of the room, it’s certainly not the general’s office. Where in the world are you exactly? Gosh, it’s like you have the name on the tip of your tongue, but it’s not coming out.

“Care to introduce me to your new friend?” General Jing Yuan’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

You blink and look up to see General Jing Yuan looking right at you. You freeze in your spot like a deer in headlights, blinking at the white-haired man owlishly. A soft smile appears on his face, a low rumbling coming from his chest. You couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his presence. Such power and authority exude from the man standing before the five of you. 

Your face heats up when more people look in your direction. You clear your throat and stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do. Sure, you could introduce yourself to General Jing Yuan, but you were hoping he didn’t notice a new face around the Xianzhou Luofu. You point at yourself dumbly, blinking cluelessly at the man approaching you. Oh gosh, he’s walking toward you. 

General Jing Yuan nods. “Yes, I was talking to you. I’ve never seen you around the Xianzhou Luofu, nor have I seen you with Welt Yang and his traveling companions,” says General Jing Yuan, now standing in front of you.

Dear gosh, this man is standing right in front of you. He’s not a hologram. He’s flesh and blood. If you reach out right now, you would be touching him with your hands. You give General Jing Yuan a shy smile, face hotter than ever.

You raise your hand in an awkward wave before introducing yourself. “Hi! I, uh, my name’s [Y/N]! It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Jing Yuan!” You squeak.

General Jing Yuan lets out a hearty laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]. Please, just call me Jing Yuan. No need to call me General— General is merely a temporary title,” says Jing Yuan, giving you a cat-like smile.

Jing Yuan grabs your hand gently and raises your hand to his face before pressing a kiss on your knuckles without breaking eye contact. Dear gosh, it’s like this man wants your face to feel hotter than it already is. 

“Since when is he a flirt?” You hear March mutter to Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang. 

Jing Yuan releases your hand while you stand there awkwardly while tucking your hair behind your ear. You give Jing Yuan a flustered smile before looking away after clearing your throat. Dan Heng sighs while Mr. Yang steps up, grabbing Jing Yuan’s attention. You take a step back and stand between Dan Heng and Caelus, refusing to look at them after feeling intense stares at your head.

“That was something,” Caelus comments, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dan Heng hums in agreement. “It really is, isn’t it? Who knew that the General of the Xianzhou Luofu has such a charm,” Dan Heng comments.

You clear your throat again. “Maybe it’s how people greet on the Xianzhou Luofu!” You say.

March scrunches her nose and shakes her head. “They don’t do that on the Xianzhou Luofu. We’ve visited a couple of times, but not once were we greeted like how the General greeted you, [Y/N],” March teases, giving you a cheeky smile.

While Mr. Yang and Jing Yuan are conversing with each other about the situation, Dang Heng, Caelus, and March would interject here and there while the two are speaking. As usual, since you’re not part of the conversation, you would space out and look at your surroundings. It’s tempting to wander off, but you stay where you’re standing and listen to their conversation.

The doors to the room fly open, and enter a man with long, blond hair and a brown-haired girl with pigtails. The girl looks mildly miffed, while the blond man looks pleased with himself as he follows the girl into the room with a giant casket behind him. You look at the casket in horror and look at Caelus, Dan Heng, and March. The trio did not seem to be phased by the fact that the blond man was carrying around a casket like it was a backpack. 

The blond man notices you’re staring at him, and he smiles at you, keeping a firm grip on the casket behind him. “I see you notice the coffin behind me,” he comments.

You nod in response. “Yeah! It’s, uh, hard to overlook it,” you reply.

The brown-haired girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest with a deep frown on her face. “It’s strange, isn’t it?” asks the girl, looking in your direction.

You blink at her with surprise. “Ah, strange?” You squeak. 

What was she talking about? The man carrying a large casket with him, or was there something else you’re missing? After all, she did enter the room with the blond man, looking visibly peeved.

The brown-haired girl drags out a sigh, propping her right hand on her hip. “For a foreign trader like himself to be carrying a casket around so casually,” she replies. “I didn’t think it was a casket until I asked him about it.”

The blond man clears his throat. “This coffin isn't mine, Sushang. I was merely entrusted to take the body back to the Xianzhou Luofu,” the man says casually. “My name’s Luocha. As Sushang said, I am a foreign trader. Currently, I was tasked to return this casket to the Xianzhou Luofu.” He gestures to the casket behind him.

You stare at the casket and then look at the blond man, who raises his eyebrows at you with an amused look. It seems like Luocha knows what you want to ask him. What is in the casket? More importantly, who is in the coffin, and why does he need to deliver it back to the Xianzhou Luofu?

Luocha crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s alright if you want to ask who’s in the coffin. I’ve had a few people ask me the same question while on my journey to the Xianzhou Luofu,” says Luocha, looking at Sushang from the corner of his eyes.

You give Luocha a sheepish smile and shake your head. “No, no! I wasn’t going to ask you that question! I was wondering how you can carry a coffin around for so long without getting tired of it. You would think there would be an easier way to transport a casket,” you say.

You did wonder who was in the coffin. I mean, like Luocha said, he has had a few people ask him who (or what) was in the large casket behind him. As much as you’re curious, you don’t think it would be appropriate to ask since it’s none of your business, and it would be rude to ask.

Sushang looks at you curiously, examining you from head to toe. “You don’t look like you’re from the Xianzhou Luofu. Are you Dan Heng’s newly added traveling companion?” asks Sushang.

You make an uncertain noise, giving Sushang and Luocha a ‘so-so’ gesture. “Kind of! I… I’m not sure if now is the right time to explain the situation,” you murmur, turning to look at your new traveling companions.

March, Dan Heng, and Caelus shrug their shoulders simultaneously. You sigh and turn to look at Luocha and Sushang with a fake smile. Now would be a good time to leave the Xianzhou Luofu, but even if you were to leave the ship, would they (your temporary traveling companions) be okay with you tagging along? 

Sushang looks at you curiously. “Oh? Why do you seem uncertain about being their new traveling companions?” Sushang asks.

You press your lips into a thin line and rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. Would this be a good time to tell them (Sushang, Luocha, and Jing Yuan) about your situation? Maybe they’ll know the answer to it! Hopefully, they know the answer! You go on to tell Sushang and Luocha your situation: how you wake up to Caelus giving you CPR, and you find yourself on the Xianzhou Luofu despite not being from the Xianzhou Luofu. 

Sushang hums and strokes her chin, squinting her eyes at you while chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Do you have memory loss by any chance?” Sushang asks.

Your gaze falls to the ground after hearing her question. Now that you think about it, the last thing you remembered before waking up was being in the void with a man towering over you. He’s so huge that he covered the sun and sky! Should you mention that to them too? You don’t know the man’s name. He told you his name isn’t important, but you know that’s not the case.

“I guess? I don’t really know how I ended up here, really. The last thing I remembered before waking up was being in a void with this tall person, but then I gained consciousness, and here I am!” You say, shrugging your shoulders. 

They all probably think you’re crazy after explaining to them the last thing you saw before waking up to Caelus giving you CPR. You weren’t lying about being in a void with an extremely tall person. Technically, he wasn’t tall— he was a giant. They all look at you like you have just grown a second head. 

Mr. Yang walks over to the group and nods at you, Dan Heng, March, and Caelus. “Alright, General Jing Yuan has given me some information on what we need to do. So far, there aren’t many things to check on the Xianzhou Luofu, but we do have to stop by Jarlio-VI per Caelus’ request,” says Mr. Yang.

March looks at Mr. Yang quizzically. “Why stop by Jarlio-VI? We have already completed what we needed to do on Jarlio-VI,” says March, crossing her arms over her chest.

Caelus hands his phone over to March. March grabs Caelus’ phone and skims through the messages on Caelus’ phone. March sighs and nods, handing Caelus back his phone before propping her hands on her hips.

“Well, it looks like we’ll be seeing some familiar faces again!” March announces.

You look at the group cluelessly, rubbing your arm. Does that mean you’ll have to go to Jarlio-VI with the group as well? I mean, there’s nowhere else for you to go, really. The best option is to tag along with the people that found you unconscious.

March nudges you and gestures to follow her and the three men. “Let’s go! I’ll introduce you to Pom-Pom and Himeko! You’ll love them and the Astral Express!” March grins, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along.

The five of you wave to Sushang, Jing Yuan, and Luocha goodbye before walking out of the room. You didn’t know where they were leading you, but you assumed it was to an area where the four of them were dropped off before they found you unconscious on the ground of the Xianzhou Luofu. 

Right when the five of you are about to reach your destination (or, that’s what you’re assuming because you’re not familiar with the Xianzhou Luofu, nor are you sure where they’re taking you), a figure swoops in out of nowhere and snatches you from March’s grasp.

Everyone stops in their tracks and turns to look at the person holding you hostage. Your back is pressing against the man’s chest, and you feel the man press his sword up against your neck. March, Caelus, and Mr. Yang glare at the man behind you while Dan Heng looks like he just witnessed someone massacre everyone in his village. You swallow your fear and slowly turn your head to see a man with long, dark hair and red eyes. His eyes are focusing on the people standing in front of the two of you.

“So this is the fallen star Kafka mentioned,” the man mutters, looking down at you.

You blink at the man behind you and look at the others cluelessly. “Who is this man, and what does he mean by that?” You ask.

The man behind you tightens his grip around you, his arm wrapping across your chest while continuing to press the sword against your neck. March glares at the man behind you and seethes with anger.

“Let them go, Blade! Don’t involve them in anything!” March shouts.

Dan Heng takes a step closer toward you and Blade, only for Blade to take a step back, bringing you with him. Blade glares at Dan Heng and the others, pressing the edge of the sword against your neck. You close your eyes and visibly wince when the blade nicked your neck, causing a trail of blood to slowly trickle down. Dan Heng and Caelus glare at Blade, getting ready to step forward, when Mr. Yang grabs onto both of the men’s shoulders, shaking his head. 

Blade smirks and chuckles. “I wouldn’t step any closer if I were you. If you want them to come out unscathed, then you will comply with my and Kafka’s orders,” said Blade.

You nudge the man behind you. “What do you mean when you mentioned fallen star? I’m not a fallen star,” you grumble, glaring at Blade from the corner of your eyes. “And for your information, I didn’t come out unscathed.” You gesture to your neck.

One minute you were in a void with an enormous man before you, then you woke up to Caelus giving you CPR on the Xianzhou Luofu, and now you’re being held hostage by a man named Blade on the Xianzhou Luofu. Can this get any worse?

Blade huffs and tightens his grip around you, not taking his eyes off the people standing before you and him. “Two hours before your arrival to the Xianzhou Luofu, Kafka reported a strange light flying across the galaxy. That light was presumed to be a fallen star, and the light led to the Xianzhou Luofu. In case none of you realized it, the fallen star is this one right here,” says Blade, gesturing to you.

You furrow your eyebrows after hearing Blade’s explanation. You have to be honest here; whatever Blade just said to you, Mr. Yang, Dan Heng, Caelus, and March, it sounds ridiculous. You? A fallen star? What does that even mean? You fell out from the sky and somehow ended up on the Xianzhou Luofu? Not only does it sound ridiculous, but it doesn’t seem probable because you didn’t have any markings on you aside from the cut on your neck from Blade’s sword.

You close your eyes and rest your head on Blade’s shoulders, catching him off guard. You turn your head slightly and peek at him. “And what do you and this Kafka person want from me exactly? You make it seem like I’m some rare gem from space, finally crashing and landing somewhere,” you comment.

Blade remains silent, staring down at you while you stare at him in return. It almost seems like he doesn’t have a plan for what to do with you. Other than holding you hostage in front of your (possibly) temporary traveling companions. You frown at Blade after a few minutes of him not responding to your question. You elbow Blade in the gut before pushing his arms off you with a huff, walking away from the man.

You and the others were surprised to see that Blade didn’t retaliate. He seems to be the type that gets set off easily. But since he didn’t slash at you or lash out at you for elbowing him in the stomach and pushing his arms off your person, it genuinely shocked the others. You rub and graze your fingers over the cut on your neck. 

You narrow your eyes at Blade and walk over to where the others are standing. March runs up to you to assess the open wound on your neck. March sighs in relief, looking over at Blade with a glare before pulling you to the side while Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang deal with Blade to the side.

You watch Blade, Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang stand before each other, not saying a word. Their weapons are drawn out, but no one has started anything. They all stand there, staring at each other in silence, while March struggles to pull a bandaid out from her pocket. March hands you the bandaid after successfully grabbing the bandaid. 

March turns to look at the four men with one hand on her hip while the other is on your shoulder. “Hey, are you guys just going to stand there and stare at each other all day, or are you guys going to fight it out?” demands March, glaring at the men.

Blade smirks and tightens his grip on his sword. “If that’s what you want, then a fight is what you shall receive,” says Blade.

Blade was about to lunge at the three men before him, but a woman with red wine-colored hair appeared out of nowhere, placing her hand on Blade’s shoulders. Blade stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulders at the woman. 

She gives him a smile and chuckles, looking in your direction. “It’s good to see you, little shooting star. I apologize that you had to meet us this way, but our destinies are intertwined no matter where you go and how far we are from each other,” says the woman.

Everyone stares at the woman in silence. Everyone but you seem tensed at her mere presence. She takes her hand off Blade’s shoulders before walking toward your and March’s direction. Caelus and Dan Heng block her way, holding their weapons out in front of them while glaring at the woman.

The woman frowns and looks at Caelus with a pout. Almost like she was mocking him. “Oh, Caelus. Do you not trust me after all we’ve been through?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

March lets out a loud scoff. “Can you blame us for not trusting you after all that stuff you put us through, Kafka?!” March asks, glaring at the red wine-colored-haired woman.

‘Kafka?’ you mouthed to yourself, furrowing your eyebrows. The gorgeous woman is Kafka? Not only was she stunning, but the way she was looking at you was sending chills down your spine. There’s something about her you couldn’t put your fingers on. She seems powerful and the leader of this whole situation. Maybe the word ring-leader would suit her since Blade does follow her orders around like a dog. 

Kafka turns around and starts walking away. “Come on, Bladie. It seems like we’ll have to find another time to meet [Y/N] again. For now, let’s part our ways,” says Kafka.

You freeze in your spot and look at Kafka with wide eyes. How in the world does she know your name when you haven’t introduced yourself to Blade and Kafka? Kafka looks over her shoulders and smiles at you before disappearing from everyone’s sight. Blade huffs and puts his sword away, turning around and following after Kafka. 

March huffs. “Kafka and her dog are going to search for [Y/N] again. I don’t think it’s safe for them to be alone,” March states, looking at Mr. Yang, Dan Heng, and Caelus. “It’s best they remain on the Astral Express with us until further notice.”

You furrow your eyebrows and give March a questioning look. What does she mean by you remaining on the Astral Express until further notice? Until you find a home somewhere and can finally leave them alone? Where are you going to go? You’re on a ship that’s traversing through space, and now you’re going to be on a train that also travels through space. 

“Let’s return to the Astral Express, and then we can talk about it after stopping by Jarlio-VI,” says Mr. Yang.

The five of you continued your way to the area where Dan Heng, Caelus, March, and Mr. Yang were dropped off. You’re kind of excited to step foot on the Astral Express and Jarlio-VI. Mainly Jarlio-VI because of how March described it, along with the stories she told you when she, Caelus, and Dan Heng visited the frozen planet due to the eternal freeze.

A frozen planet sounds interesting because not many things can survive and thrive in such conditions. It makes you wonder if there were any wild animals that roam Jarlio-VI aside from humans and creatures March, Dan Heng, and Caelus passively mentioned. Speaking of creatures the trio mentioned, you’re hoping you won’t have to deal with it or get caught in the crossfire. 

Your stay on the Astral Express was short, and you met Pom-Pom and Himeko! They’re very welcoming, and Himeko is like an older sister, and perhaps a mother, figure to you despite you knowing her for less than a few hours. Despite your visitation of the Astral Express being short, you somehow managed to fall asleep while the train was headed to Jarlio-VI.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself in the void again. The very same void you were in before you woke up to Caelus giving you (failed) CPR. You look around, and there is the man towering over you. 

You frown at the (gorgeous) man and rub your eyes. “It seems like the only time I’ll see you again is through my dreams, huh? I’m starting to think you’re not real and that you’re a figment of my imagination,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. 

The man chuckles and gazes at you with an amused look on his face. Damn, his smile is breathtaking, but it’s too bad he’s not real. Or at least that’s what you’re assuming. The man beckons you to come closer. You push yourself off the ground and walk toward him while scanning your surroundings. 

You weren’t just in a void, but there were tiny stars sparkling around you and the massive man before you. The man holds his hand out, placing them before you. You stare at his hands questionably before stepping on his hand, letting him lift you to his eye level.

“We will meet very soon, little one. Now is not a good time to meet,” he says.

You frown at the man, letting out a huff before crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. “No matter what you tell me, I’ll always assume you’re a figment of my imagination. At least tell me your name,” you murmur, looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

The man smiles at you and nods. “My name’s Nanook and I promise we will meet in person soon. For now, this is the only way I will be able to communicate with you--- through your dreams.” He caresses your hair with his index finger.

You stare at Nanook without saying a word, still not convinced that he’s real. Nanook sighs and gives you a small smile. From a distance, you hear someone call your name. You look away from Nanook and begin searching for the voice. Nanook sighs, putting you back on the ground and smiling at you almost sadly. You’re about to ask him what was wrong when the world around you slowly fades away.

“Wake up!”

Your eyelids snap open, and you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. March sighs and collapses across from you while Caelus and Dan Heng stand to the side with unreadable expressions on their faces. 

March huffs and narrows her eyes at you. “Finally! I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes!” March says.

You blink at March and look at Dan Heng and Caelus, who nods in response. How long have you been asleep? March was trying to wake you up for ten minutes, but it didn’t feel that long. You were with Nanook in your dreams for what felt like three minutes or less. Were you asleep for that long?

“We’re arriving at Jarlio-VI very soon. Gepard and Sampo will be meeting us at the Administrative District,” says Dan Heng.

Caelus and Dan Heng walk off, leaving you and March alone on the couch. Caelus nudges Dan Heng, looking at you from over his shoulders and then at the black-haired man worriedly. Dan Heng chews on the inside of his cheek, leaning against the wall while waiting for the Astral Express to reach its destination.

“You heard that, right? [Y/N] mumbling Nanook’s name in their sleep,” says Caelus.

Dan Heng nods. Before Dan Heng can reply, the Astral Express comes to a complete stop, and Pom-Pom announces the Astral Express’s arrival to Jarlio-VI from where they were standing. You and March get up from the couch and stretch your arms and legs. 

You rub the base of your neck and wince when you feel it strain. Great, now you have a crick in your neck from sleeping on the couch in the Astral Express for who knows how long. March loops her arms around yours, dragging you out of the Astral Express with Dan Heng and Caelus following behind. 

March looks over her shoulders, shouting, “Come on, Mr. Yang! We don’t have all day!” March continues to pull you along to the Administrative District with a wide smile on her face while you’re trying your best to keep up with the hyperactive girl. 

Himeko crosses her arms over her chest and taps on her chin. “You feel it too, right?” Himeko asks, looking over at the brown-haired man.

Mr. Yang raises his eyebrows at Himeko, waiting for her to clarify. Himeko chuckles, shaking her head, looking at the entrance of the Astral Express, where you, March, Dan Heng, and Caelus ran out. Technically, you were dragged out of the Astral Express by March.

“The sense of familiarity with [Y/N]. Almost like we know them despite never meeting them. This connection….” Himeko trails off, humming softly. Himeko chuckles and looks at Mr. Yang, gesturing for him to follow after you, March, Dan Heng, and Caelus.

Back to you and the trio, the three of you walk around the Administrative District searching for these Gepard and Sampo people. From what you have been told, Gepard is the little brother of Serval, and Sampo is some con artist the trio met in the underworld. You’re looking forward to meeting Gepard and Sampo! They sound like interesting people, especially Sampo.

“Fams! There you guys are!” You hear someone call from a distance.

The four of you turn in the direction of the voice to see an indigo-haired man and a blond man approaching your group. The indigo-haired man smiles widely and waves at the four of you. When you and the indigo-haired man make eye contact, his eyes seem to light up, and the smile on his face becomes wider before he sprints in your and the trio’s direction.

The green-eyed indigo-haired man and the blond man with blue eyes stop before your group, looking at you curiously. You can’t help but feel self-conscious under their gaze. Their clothes are interesting, but it looks nice on them. Wait, are you staring at them? You snap out of your thoughts and look away, trying to act like you weren’t staring at them. 

“Caelus, March, Dan Heng, care to introduce us to your new traveling companion?” asks the blond man, staring you down with those blue eyes of his.

March smiles widely and nods before happily introducing you to the two men before you. You smile at them politely and wave at them. The two men introduce themselves to you not long after, and you are glad their names are easy to remember because you’re not the best at remembering the names of the people you have just met.

“Not to come off as rude or anything, but you don’t seem to be from here,” Sampo says, looking at you curiously.

Gepard looks at Sampo from the corner of his eyes before shaking his head. “Sorry if what he said came off as rude. Sampo has no manners,” Gepard mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You laugh and wave your hand in front of you. “No, no, it’s fine! Sampo asked a genuine question, and I’m sure there are other people that are curious as well,” you say, giving Sampo and Gepard a small smile. 

You and the others walk around the Administrative District while you tell Gepard and Sampo the situation. You woke up on the Xianzhou Luofu, unsure of how you ended up on the ship. Prior to gaining consciousness, you were in a void with Nanook. Of course, you didn’t tell Sampo and Gepard about you knowing Nanook’s name, only how he’s a tall figure that covered the sun and sky. 

While you tell the two men your situation, Mr. Yang ends up catching up to your group, and the seven of you stop near the theater. Sampo and Gepard didn’t make a comment on your sudden appearance on the Xianzhou Luofu, but they have tried asking you a few questions. 

“Everything is starting to feel familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.” You murmur, scanning your surroundings.

Belobog is beautiful and cold, but there’s something unnerving about it. On the other hand, the Xianzhou Luofu doesn’t feel eerie or ominous. The others look at you curiously, wondering what you mean when you say everything is starting to feel familiar. 

Sampo, being the man that he is, slides in front of you and gives you a charming smile before flicking his bangs away from his eyes. “Pardon me saying this so suddenly, but I’m sensing you feel a connection between us?” asks Sampo, gesturing between you and him.

You blink at Sampo. “Yes,” you reply slowly. “I guess that’s a better way of putting it.” 

Sampo looks at you with wide eyes, his cheeks tinting pink. Sampo clears his throat and tucks an invisible strand of hair behind his ears. “Oh? So you do feel that connection between us!” Sampo grins.

Your head is beginning to hurt, and there’s a low ringing in your ears that’s gradually getting louder and louder. You tried to act normal and playfully scoffed at Sampo’s comment before walking to the nearest bench near the theater. When you walk off with March at your side, Gepard looks at Sampo while Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, and Caelus trade glances at each other.

Gepard hums, furrowing his eyebrows. “So, you feel that too?” Gepard mutters.

Sampo does a double take and looks at Gepard with wide eyes. “What do you mean by ‘too’? I was talking to [Y/N], not you!” says Sampo, huffing.

Dan Heng, Caelus, Mr. Yang, and Gepard stare at Sampo with blank expressions. Sampo blinks at them and laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Gepard sighs, trying to ignore the strange pull in his chest.

“You’re not the only one that feels that connection, you know?” Gepard hisses, glaring at Sampo.

Sampo’s eyes widen, and he holds his hands up in front of him, laughing. “Whoa, there, buddy. Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but I don’t feel a connection with you! I feel a connection with [Y/N], but certainly not you! Plus, why would I, Sampo Koski, be with someone that constantly tries to put me in jail?” Sampo asks.

Caelus snorts and rolls his eyes. “That’s not what Gepard is implying, Sampo,” Caelus comments, pressing his lips into a thin line to prevent himself from laughing in Sampo’s face.

Sampo looks at Caelus quizzically, then at Dan Heng. Dan Heng raises an eyebrow at Sampo, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Dan Heng sighs before answering, “Gepard is implying that you’re not the only one that feels the connection with [Y/N]. Gepard feels the same connection with [Y/N] as well.”

Mr. Yang looks at Sampo and Gepard, surprised. He clears his throat to grab the four men’s attention before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Himeko mentioned the same thing before I caught up with the rest of you. Himeko says she feels a sense of familiarity when she saw [Y/N], although I don’t think she feels the same as the rest of us,” Mr. Yang explains. 

Gepard’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “What do you mean by the rest of us? Do all of you feel the same way toward [Y/N]?” Gepard demands, chewing on his bottom lip.

Despite not getting a response from the four men in front of him, Gepard already knows the answer to his question. Every one of these men feels some kind of connection with you. Heck, even Himeko says she feels a sense of familiarity with you, according to Mr. Yang. A sense of familiarity is different from the tugging in their chests when they’re around you. The best way to describe it is a gravitational pull. It makes them want to be closer to you and be near you.

“Does anyone know they feel the same way?” Gepard asks, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “I know they told Sampo they feel it as well, but what if they’re saying it to get Sampo off their back?” Gepard asks, propping one hand on his hip while stroking his chin.

The rest of the day went by in a blur to you. The last thing you remembered before losing consciousness was Himeko showing you where your temporary room is located on the Astral Express. Nanook communicated with you through your dreams twice, but this time, he didn’t make an appearance. You slept for a few hours, only to be woken up by someone knocking at the door.

You roll out of bed and stumble to the door, grabbing the doorknob and opening the door without a second thought. At first, you thought it was going to be March that was standing at the door, ready to show a photo book of her, Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, and Caelus trailblazing, but instead, it was Jing Yuan, Blade, and Luocha that’s standing at the door.

Just when you were feeling groggy, you’re now alert and surprised. You stare at the trio with wide eyes and peek over their shoulders. Why are they at the Astral Express? Shouldn’t they be at the Xianzhou Luofu? And as for Blade, you’re not entirely sure why he’s with Jing Yuan and Luocha at the Astral Express.

You give the three men a fake smile. “Jing Yuan, Luocha, and Blade! What a surprise! If you don’t mind me asking, what are you three doing here?” You ask, running your hands through your bedhead. 

Jing Yuan chuckles. “It’s good to see you too, [Y/N]. We came to check up on you to see if you were okay. Caelus informed us that you weren’t feeling well when you were on Jarlio-VI,” says Jing Yuan.

You stare at Jing Yuan like a fish out of water. “Oh! I’m fine, really! I didn’t think you would stop by to check up on me after hearing what happened,” you say, clearing your throat.

Luocha smiles and pats your head. “We were worried about your well-being! Of course, we would stop by to see if you’re okay! Are we not allowed to do that?” Luocha asks, batting his eyelashes at you.

You feel yourself becoming flustered under their gaze, and you look away, rubbing the back of your neck. Then you realize that Blade is also standing there, behind Luocha and Jing Yuan, staring at you menacingly. Well, he was just staring at you like a normal person, but the look was menacing to you. 

You point an accusing finger at Blade. “Why are you here? Didn’t you go somewhere with Kafka after our encounter at the Xianzhou Loufu?!” You demand, taking a step back.

Blade blinks at you. “What do you mean? Am I not allowed to check up on you?” Blade asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You snort and lean against the door, glaring at the long, dark-haired man behind Luocha and Jing Yuan. “That’s rich coming from someone that cut my neck the other day!” You say, pointing at the bandaid on your neck.

Jing Yuan and Luocha slowly turn to look at Blade. Their demeanors shift suddenly, and the temperature in the area seems to drop. Blade frowns and ignores the glares Luocha, and Jing Yuan are giving him.

Blade sighs. “I didn’t mean to cut your neck, alright? I didn’t think the edge of the sword would be that sharp,” Blade mutters.

You grumble and shift on one foot, looking at the ground. “Yeah, well, I’m doing fine now. I appreciate you three checking up on me, really. Even though you all didn’t need to do that.” you say.

Jing Yuan chuckles. “Well, when it comes to you, we’re willing to drop everything we’re doing to make sure you’re safe,” says Jing Yuan, giving you a closed-eye smile.

“Now that we have checked up on you, I think we should leave you alone to rest now,” Luocha says, smiling at you.

You give Luocha a smile in return and bid the three men goodbye before closing the door. You walk to your bed and collapse on it, closing your eyes. When you open your eyes, you’re back in the void, standing before Nanook. Nanook lets you stand on his hand and lifts you to his eyes, caressing your cheek with his index finger.

“My beautiful, shining star. We will meet soon,” Nanook murmurs.

You place your hands over Nanook’s finger, leaning into his touch. “What do you mean by shining star? Blade and Kafka called me a fallen star. Is there a correlation between the two?”  you ask.

“That, I cannot tell you, my shining star. You will know soon enough,” replies Nanook.

The void around you fades away, and you wake up to see people surrounding you. You blink at them and sit up, but Dan Heng pushes you back down on the bed. You look at Dan Heng and the others with a questioning look. Your moment with Nanook was cut so suddenly. Did something happen?

You rub your eyes. “What happened? Why is everyone in my room?” You ask.

Himeko sighs in relief, smiling at you. “We’re just glad you’re okay, that’s all,” says Himeko

You stare at Himeko and the others quizzically. “Then, does that mean I can continue my sleep?” You ask.

March’s eyes widen, and she looks at the others with panic. “Uh, yes! But you’ve been sleeping so much today! Do you want to walk around the Astral Express with us? You know, for fresh air and maybe get something to eat after?” March asks. 

You shrug, rolling off the bed and stretching your arms in the air. “Yeah, sure, why not? I don’t think I had anything to eat today, so I might as well walk around the Astral Express and get something to eat after.”

March grins and grabs you by your wrist before pulling you out of your room with the others following behind. You’re not sure if you want to know what happened before you woke up, but everyone in the room looks… shaken up, if that’s the right way to describe it.

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LIKE ME BETTER?

PAIRING. il!dan heng x gn!reader

WORD COUNT. 615

SUMMARY. you want to braid dan heng's hair and he wonders if you like him better in this form.

SOF'S NOTE. just a short and sweet drabble!! <3 i just had thoughts of wanting to play with dan heng's long hair and this came out heh ;p hope u enjoy!!

“Can I braid your hair?”

Dan Heng looked up from the pages of his book, startled at the sudden request. He had just returned to the Astral Express after his long journey at the Xianzhou and was settling back into life as a proud Nameless. 

While the reconciliation with his past was settled, he still hasn’t reverted back to his human form. Not yet, at least. 

And with the interest you’ve taken to his long hair and pointed horns, Dan Heng was wondering if he should keep this appearance just for a little longer. 

You sat up next to him on his bed, leaning your back against the wall. He smiled at your comfortable stance, setting his book aside. As he turned his face away from you, he offered the back of his head and said, “Here you go.” 

With a cheer of happiness, you excitedly straightened up. You turned so you were facing Dan Heng’s back as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. It was soft and smooth to the touch, and it made you want to twirl a strand around your finger. 

“You’re hair is so pretty like this,” you said with a sigh, a dreamy look on your face. 

He chuckled softly, leaning into your hands as you massaged the base of his scalp. 

You began separating his hair into three sections and weaving one over the other. Back and forth, back and forth, you continued down the length of his hair. The reds and greens mixed in with the black and you wondered how much the colors would shine in the sunlight. With a content smile, you let yourself bask in this intimate moment with Dan Heng. 

After a few moments passed, Dan Heng spoke up, almost cautiously. “Do you…like me better in my Vidyadhara form?”

Your eyes snapped wide open and you quickly let go of the hair you just finished braiding. “No! Of course not.” 

He let out a short hum. 

Pursing your lips you moved around on his bed so you were face to face with Dan Heng. You placed your hand on his cheek softly and examined him; he had the same nose, the same mouth, the same jaw. His eyes may have been a different color, but the expressions and depth they held were the same. 

No matter the appearance, he was still your Dan Heng. And you only wanted him to present himself in a way he was most comfortable with. 

“You look so handsome like this,” you stated, feeling the warmth from his cheek emanate onto your palm. “And you look just as handsome without the Vidyadhara features— The way I first saw you on the Express.”

The worried crease between his brows lifted as he listened to your words. He rested his idle hands on your legs and gave them a brief squeeze. You smiled. 

“You aren’t able to braid my hair like this if I take on my preferred human form, though.” 

You giggled and ruffled the top of his head. “Do you think that really matters to me? It’s pretty and it’s fun, yes, but I get plenty of enjoyment putting March 7th’s hair clips all over your hair as it is.” 

Now it was Dan Heng’s turn to crack a grin. “My hair certainly looks great whenever you do such things.” He leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss atop your head. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Always accepting me for who I am.”

“I always will!” you said, reaching out to hold him in your embrace. You gazed at him fondly and he returned the look with upturned lips. “I’ll forever be your biggest supporter.”

“And I, yours.”

[nomazee]

close to your heart and that bed of yours too

you've been having the same weird dream about dan heng, over and over, and it just so happens that he's had the same dream, too.

dan heng x gn reader — 2.4k — super suggestive content but definitely nothing serious or graphic, some guilt abt attraction, dreams, romantic fantasies but not weird ones, kissing and closeness and physical touch, literal sleeping together

notes: forgive me and my debaucherous writing... this is nowhere near smut but it's definitely suggestive they get touchy and feely but it's very emotions-focused...oh my god what did i write this is so

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It’s probably not possible to get cabin fever on a constantly-running space train, but that’s the only reasonable explanation for the weird, weird recurring dream you’ve been having about Dan Heng. It’s not— not that weird, not weird enough that you feel like a complete deviant, but enough for you to realize that it’s a complete reflection of your innermost thoughts and desires, and that scares you more than anything. 

The dream— it goes like this: 

You wake up—not in real life, but in the dream world, which freaked you out the first time because you didn't realize you were dreaming at all so you thought everything was entirely real—and it’s usually because of the noise of your door sliding open. The instinct to look and see who it is doesn’t hit you. You lay there, gaze fixed distantly on the steel surface of your ceiling until the feeling of your bedsheets moving next to you pushes you to full awareness. 

You still don’t move your gaze until you feel a body—warm, breathing, real real real?—lift up your blankets and slide underneath them, pressing next to you, curling into your side as if seeking out your life source. Your breath catches in your throat every single time as you turn to see that it’s Dan Heng, still dressed in his work clothes because he doesn’t understand the concept of pajamas, and his arm reaches around you and curls around your shoulder and he rests his head on your collarbone, gently, and you can feel his breath fan against the fabric of your shirt and your skin. 

Dan Heng says your name with reverence, with something like desire, and it makes your stomach clench and he turns his body into you more. He tucks his leg between yours—not moving, just sitting there, a reminder of him, his warmth—and he’s so, so warm, it amazes you that he’s like a furnace, and that he’s so unbothered by laying so close to you under all of your blankets. 

And he says your name again, each and every time, and it spurs something in you and you bring your arms around him each and every time, and pull him close, and feel the way he shudders, like a cold breeze wracking his body, like he’s never been this close to anyone before, and it dawns on you that he probably hasn’t—and that thought alone spirals into the realization that Dan Heng would never do this—

And then you wake up. Each time. 

The first time it happened, you didn't realize it was a dream, and you were so overwhelmed with thought after thought and feeling after feeling and sensation after sensation. When you finally woke up, it felt like you were grieving a loss. You felt too cold, and too empty, and curled into yourself and laid in your bed for an hour taking in shaky breaths until you finally got over yourself. 

You couldn't face Dan Heng for that entire day. Which was fine, because he spent his whole day in his room shuffling through the archives, so he was easy to dodge. But then you dreamt of him again. And again, and again, and then it just became a part of your nighttime routine to dream of your own friend so intimately and then wake up and pretend like nothing matters and nothing changed. Pretend like you didn't feel anything, and pretend like these dreams didn't flood you with guilt about your sick sick feelings and your sick sick fantasies. 

You tried to rationalize it, make yourself feel less awful. The dreams never went past him laying beside you, for the most part, and you preferred it that way. If they got any more intimate than they already were, you would’ve thrown yourself off the Express the next morning. 

Regardless, the Dan Heng in your dream and the Dan Heng that you saw every morning were different people, because the Dan Heng you saw every morning would never get so close to you. Would never lay in your bed and breathe on your neck like that. 

Never. That distinction is the only thing that convinces you to let yourself dream. You indulge, and it’s sickening, but you let your dreams happen over and over, and each time you hold Dan Heng tighter and tighter and tighter, and let him breathe against your neck, and feel the rush of his blood circulating through his body. 

One night, in one iteration of this dream, Dan Heng kisses you. It feels so real that it makes you nauseous. His lips were warm and damp and clumsy against the corner of your mouth, and he let out anxious breaths until you tangled your hands in his hair and tugged him closer and kissed him back. 

You woke up sick, running to your bathroom to puke in the sink as your hands shook in guilt. Somehow, you could still talk to Dan Heng normally that day, stomach twisting only the slightest bit whenever your gaze lingered on him for too long. 

Welt might have noticed how weird you were acting. There was a nagging furrow in his brow and he caught your gaze more than once and each time, you felt waves of humiliation crash into you, flooding you in heat and guilt and vertigo. He looked like he wanted to pry in that odd, awkward, old-man-paternal way of his, but you just shook your head and looked away and begged, hoped, wished upon a star that you would have a normal dream tonight.

The night— it goes like this: 

You lay in your bed, staring at your ceiling, leftover remnants of guilt swimming in your lungs and nightly congestion forcing you to take shallow breaths through your mouth. Thoughts run through your mind and slam into your skull at rapid speed. Has Dan Heng noticed how weird you’ve been acting? He hasn’t treated you any differently, but maybe it’s out of pity. Maybe you haven’t been paying enough attention, because you’re so busy replaying that dream over and over and over, obsessive, wondering if you should just let go of the rope you’re suspended on and slam into the water and drown in your wants and your needs. 

So you close your eyes, and you let yourself drift off and wake back up in your dream. You’re on your side now, instead of on your back, and the door is on the far wall behind you. You still hear it slide open, as it always does in this dream, and the footsteps get closer until you hear the shuffling of someone kneeling behind you. And then there’s nothing. 

Your blankets don’t get lifted up. There’s no warm body tucking itself next to you. But there’s— a voice, Dan Heng’s voice, and your heart sinks into your stomach as you hear the pitch of his voice, the vibrations of sound. 

“Are you awake?”

Your brow furrows, and you clench and unclench your fists twice before parting your dry, trembling lips. He’s never spoken in a dream before, not like this. He’s only ever said your name. Your fingers twitch with the instinct to pinch yourself. 

“Yes,” you respond, hoping that the confusion isn’t clear in the timbre of your voice. “What’s— is something wrong?” 

“No,” he says immediately. Clothes rustle as he adjusts himself. You’re scared to turn around and face him. You don’t know what you’d see. “You…” and he pauses, thinking of his words. Dan Heng would rather take a full minute to think about what to say, what words to pick, instead of stumbling over syllables, and it’s so unlike your own habits and as you think of this, your fingers twitch again. This time with the desire to hold his hand, because that’s what you’re supposed to do in this dream, but everything feels too real now and you don’t know where you are. 

Finally, he finds his words. You’re patient with him. “I can’t sleep alone,” he whispers, as if embarrassed to admit it, “not tonight. I trust you.” 

God. He can’t say that. He shouldn’t say that, because your head is spinning and you’re going to throw up. Your hand finds the strength to pick itself up and pinch the skin of your forearm. You’re not dreaming. 

“Yeah,” you cough out, sniffling afterwards to cover up your budding anxiety as you finally sit up and turn to face him. “Yeah, you can, um. Sleep here.” 

When he finally enters your field of vision, he looks the same as he always does—both in your dreams and in real life. It makes you sick. The guilt that you feel now comes more from the fact that he’s still in his typical outfit instead of pajamas. 

“Dan Heng,” you start as you shuffle back on your bed to make space for him. He follows your motion, kneeling on the edge of your mattress before adjusting the sheets around you to tuck himself underneath and lay down. “We need to get you pajamas. I don’t know how you sleep like that.” 

“I don’t sleep,” he admits, “not usually. I don’t need a lot of sleep.” 

“You do. You might not think so, but you probably do. I wish I had a spare set of pajamas, but— they’re all, um, in the wash right now.” 

“It’s okay. Your blankets are nice.” 

Words tingle against your gums, syllables of confessions lighting up in your mouth. You want to tell him that a dream-version of him has slept under a copy of these blankets multiple times before, that you’ve dreamed for weeks about him curled into you and sleeping, and saying your name, and kissing the corner of your mouth. Right now, you’re just laid side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder, but you can feel how warm he is and his hand is so close to yours and you just want to hold it. You want him to say your name and look at you and hold your hand. 

“Good,” you say instead of everything else that you could say, because you have a sense of self control at times. 

Then Dan Heng says your name, rolling onto his side to face you, hands tucked underneath the side of his face in a stupidly endearing sleeping position. You follow suit, because your self control isn’t that strong. He doesn’t say anything else. Just your name, once. With reverence and desire. Maybe you’re dreaming it, but you pinch your knuckles again and yet you’re still in the same room with the same man in front of you. 

One of your arms is bent between you two, hand resting on the pillow that separates you two. Dan Heng’s own hand—warm, and breathing, and real— comes up to rest on top of yours, and you cannot believe any of this is happening. You want to pinch yourself again but his hand is curling around yours and he’s inching forward and you hope that your deer-in-headlights expression doesn’t scare him off. 

“Dan Heng,” you whisper, voice cracking with an embarrassing desperation. It’s a warning for him, before he does whatever he’s about to do. But he says your name, again, and his face is so close to yours that you can feel every breath fan against your face, and your entire body is warmed and your hand flips over to hold his, fingers slipping between his and tightening around it. 

“Have you had these odd dreams these last few nights,” he asks, a leading tone in his voice, “because I have. About you,” and he’s too honest, and you have to swallow your saliva before it turns into sweat and blood, and you feel his hand squeeze back around yours. His is shaking, and you find some kind of comfort in knowing that you’re not the only one. 

“Yeah,” you answer, because you can’t get more than one syllable out at a time tonight. Could anyone blame you? Would Dan Heng blame you for that, afterwards, even though his face is so close and his hand is so warm and it’s tight around you, and he’s shuffling around again, constantly fidgeting, and he takes his other arm and slides it around you, hand between your shoulder blades. He hooks a leg between yours, tugging you closer and closer and closer. You’re blinking at him, heart caught in your throat and eyes landing on his lips so that maybe he’ll finally take the hint. 

He does. He does, and as cliche as it is, it’s better than your dream. He kisses you, desperate, and right before your eyes flutter shut you catch the contemplative furrow in his brow. His mouth is—warm, damp, but you feel the crack in the skin in the center of his bottom lip. It scrapes against you and you can’t help the shaky sigh you release at the feeling, and the hand on your back curls into the fabric of your sleep shirt. 

Your eyes are closed, tight, scared that if you open them, you’ll just wake up back in your room, alone and cold again with your empty steel ceiling. Dan Heng’s mouth is moving against yours with a practiced proficiency that you’re almost jealous of. You let your tongue trace the edges of his teeth, carnal in your desires, before you bite down on his lip hard enough to leave a temporary dent. He shudders, hand trembling against yours and lips pulling back from yours as he tucks his head into your neck and lets out shaky breaths lines with addictive sounds. You’re going crazy. He’s driving you crazy. 

The hard, carved metal parts of his clothes dig into you. Your hand goes around him to rest on the back of his head, threading through his hair as his breathing slows against you. “We can go shopping somewhere tomorrow,” you tell him, already thinking of how you’d convince Pom-Pom to land at some shopping district of some planet. “You need pajamas.” 

“There’s no need for me to have that,” he says, stubborn and set in his ways, even with something as mundane as sleep clothes. “My normal clothes are fine.” 

“Not if you’ll be sleeping in my bed.” 

And that makes him succumb to your whims, much too easy for your own good, and you laugh when he lets out a weary sigh at your reciprocal stubbornness. Your fingers keep combing through his hair, soft and meaningful, until he falls asleep. You think you'll get him a blue plaid pajama set. He'd look nice in it.

[angelltheninth]

Doctor's Special Medicine

Pairing: Luocha x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, desperate sex, sex pollen, creampie, begging for cum, outdoor sex, slightly sadistic Luocha

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: Luocha brainrot time, its so early in the morning and I am not accountable for these thoughts.

It was his fault. He made a mistake, a terrible one at that. He told you it was safe and now... you're suffering. Luocha can see you're in pain, that you can't stop violently rubbing against his bulge while fingering yourself at the same time. That painful, desperate expression on his face... this shouldn't be a turn on for him! It's his job to make people in pain feel better not take pleasure in their pain.

Any amount of rational thought won't change the fact that his cock is pulsing, tenting at the front of his pants and already wet from you. In your current state you can't even string words together properly. They're all half moans, half calls of his name, your eyes so hazy that you can barely make out the man behind you. But you'd know him anywhere, long blonde hair and those caring green eyes.

"This is... my fault. I'm so sorry, you're like this because of me." His hand presses into your hip, trying to still you long enough for him to get his cock out. "I'll fix this. Before you lose your mind fully."

You were pretty sure you were already there, you could barely make out what he was saying. The feeling of his tip pressing against your folds was almost enough to make you come. "Yes, please. Give me your cock."

Again he shouldn't enjoy this. Hearing you beg for what was essentially medicine at this point, but he was, he enjoyed the sight of you on all fours, your ass up in the air, back arched, hands digging into the grass and dirt, begging to be taken, mounted, fucked as every other thought left your mind. All that was left was your deep and primal urge to fuck and be fucked.

His gloved hand pushed your fingers away, groaning at all the slick that now dripped down on his cock. "You need to take these out so I can put my cock in. That is what you want isn't it?" He nudged forward, sinking in barely. You wanted him deeper, all the way but you couldn't find the words, only noises. "I need you to say it." No he didn't, he knew you needed it, wanted it, he was toying with you and he was liking it more and more.

"I need... your fucking cock... all of it inside me. Right now, please, Luocha, please, I want your cock, it's all I can think about, I need to feel my cunt full of- ah! Ye-es!" It seemed like begging for cock was all that your brain and you body knew how to do right now. At least you did it well enough, even through all the mewls, for him to push his whole pulsing length inside your aching pussy, finally providing you the fullness that you need.

You didn't last even a few thrusts, the moment he pulled back and then sank back in, the moment you felt his balls touch you it was too late the stop the cries and the flood on his cock.

Easy, slow pumps helped you calm down from it. His hands smoothed over your heated skin, his cock providing your pussy with something hard to clench around until you stopped rocking your hips. "Much better now hm, but I can tell that you need more. What you need is my cum, isn't that right, my beautiful flower?"

"Cum. Yes. Cum. Your cum." Your pussy drooled at the thought.

"Mine? Only mine?" His voice was laced with barely hidden amusement and sadism as he started moving faster, one leg popped, his foot digging into the ground hard enough to leave in imprint. It helped him with depth too, his angle slightly higher than you, his cock sinking in, rubbing against your walls, hitting your sweet spot without fail every time.

"Only your cum, yes. Only yours will do. I want you to get me-" The words became a moan, overshadowed by his own, and the sloshing, wet noises of your sloppy cunt being thrust into repeatedly. "Coming." There was zero buildup to your orgasm, the previous one not even fully finished as you tightened up again.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head until your vision went white from the pleasure. You would have sank down onto the ground were it not for Luocha's hands holding you up, making sure every drop of his cum was pistoned into your wanting, needy womb. "Have all of it, all of it is yours. All of me." His head fell backwards, he couldn't stop either, his whole body was on fire, his cock aching more and more even though he was emptying every drop of seed into you.

Oh. He was feeling the sex pollen effects now too.

[rifting-zenith]

Because We Are Family

Pairings: Svarog x gn!reader, reader is familial figure to Clara

Synopsis: Reader is a doctor who tends to the vagrant camp. Bonds are formed and family is found. Fluff.

Word Count: 1,905

You are studying in an apprenticeship under Natasha. You have always cared for the wellbeing of those around you from a young age, so it only felt natural to take up the helm of being a doctor. When you aren’t too busy at the clinic you use your free time to go help out the vagrants at the robot settlement. They are still human no matter their crimes. This is where you meet Clara.

Clara quickly becomes your shadow while you are there, often making small talk with you as you meet her with warm smiles. You often think to yourself, “She’s a lovely, lovely girl.” She reminds you a little of yourself when you were younger.

Everytime you visit Clara goes home that night to Svarog, full of excitement, and tells him of the day she spent with you. She sings your praises time and time again. It is evident you mean an awful lot to Clara. Svarog takes notice of this, how could he not? There is nothing he wouldn’t do for Clara. They are family after all. He adds the memories to his mental files being sure to back it up and back it up again for safe measure.

As you leave the robot settlement, you hum a nameless melody to yourself, not quite paying attention to where you’re going as you kick stones along the path. Suddenly you bump into something hard as rock and cold as ice, falling flat to the ground you spill your supplies. Your first thought should be of your lost supplies, but when you look you're met with an intense glowing ruby stare from a single eye. The gaze pins you to the ground. You can’t look away nor can you seem to formulate the words to apologize. “He’s beautiful” seems to be the only thought crossing your mind at that moment. Svarog bends down towering over your much shorter frame as he reaches around you to pick up the fallen supplies. If he were a man he would be close enough to feel warm breath on your skin, but this being is anything except human. The perfect specimen. Human technology perfected.

After a prolonged moment of silence you finally peel your eyes away.

“I am so sorry I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” You are met with silence that brings a blush of embarrassment to your cheeks.

“You must be Svarog. I’ve heard so much about you from Clara” you say with an anxious laugh. Once everything had been picked up the robot pulled away to stare at you once more. His gaze is cold and calculating almost like it’s staring right through you. It makes you pull your cardigan tighter around your body as if to shield yourself.

"Yes, I am Svarog. I believe these are yours. You must be y/n. Clara speaks very highly of you.” Svarog said in a robotic, smoky voice that brought goose bumps to your skin.

The robot offers you a hand which you gladly take. As you brush the debris and fallen snow off your clothing he stands patiently holding your things.

You begin to reach out to take them from him. He interrupts. “I will walk you home and carry these for you.”

It was so matter of fact that it felt as if there was no room to argue so you just nod. Svarog leads the way as you follow closely behind. You would think for such a big being that he would be much faster. Maybe he was slowing himself down to walk in tune with you. The thought brings a smile to your face. You never thought that a robot would be so human. It’s truly no wonder Clara speaks so fondly of him. After walking for a while in silence Svarog falls back beside breaking the silence.

“Clara tells me what you have done for the vagrants. It is not often you see such an act of kindness from humans.” You smile and look up at the robot taking in his metallic shell with the midnight blue finish. He reminds you of the familiar night sky of the overworld that you have not seen in so long evoking a fond feeling.

“I wouldn’t say it’s an act of kindness, more like a civil duty as a doctor.” you remark. Met with more silence, you begin to feel uneasy as if maybe you had spoken wrong.

He speaks up, saying "You are being too modest. I have lived here for some time and seen the many horrors that humans have committed against each other in the name of survival.” His to the point way of speaking was more reassuring than you had expected. Svarog was more than you had expected.

“Yes, life down here has been hard since they closed it off ten years ago. I do not blame everyone for how they react though. Everyone is just trying to survive to the best of their abilities.” Svarog pauses for a moment, stopping in the road as if computing the response you had just given him.

“I see,” he says, nodding his head before beginning to walk again.

Time passes quickly as you and Svarog walk in tandem, talking of life underground and of sweet, young Clara. If there was anything you had in common with the robot it was how much you both adored her. Before you know it you are at your door.

“Well, we're here.” you say with a sad smile at your time together coming to an end.

“Here are your things.” Svarog says aloud as he hands you your supplies. As Svarog turns and begins to leave, you shout from your doorstep.

“Wait! Will I see you again?”

The being turns around when he speaks. “Yes. I am certain you will.” You watch as the robot disappears into the cool air of the night before entering your home.

When Svarog returns home he is met with a smiling Clara.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asks, staring down at her small frame. She puts her hands behind back and shifts from foot to foot staring at them.

“Yes I should, but I wanted to tell you about my day” she says meekly.

“You may tell me about your day, but then it is to bed with you. Eight hours of sleep a night is essential for human health and development.” The young girl beams from ear to ear. This time when Clara rambles on and on about her day in camp with you Svarog listens intently, being sure to ask many questions about you and her time spent with you.

You still return to the vagrant camp making your rounds doing what you can for the people there, but now instead of one shadow, you have two. Svarog’s large frame has a much more noticeable presence than Clara’s even if he is silent, which he never is. He is always sure to ask how your day is and what you're doing and why exactly it is you’re doing it. It makes you happy that the robot is taking such an interest in the world around him, taking such an interest in your world. You can’t help but notice that everyone seems to be on their best behavior with him around. It makes you giggle to yourself. You might as well be walking around with a giant guard dog. His reputation truly precedes him.

As the months go by your spare supplies dwindle down into almost nothing. One day at the vagrant camp you run completely out. With a sad sigh you tell those in need of your assistance that you will be back as soon as you can.

“What are you going to do, y/n?” Clara asks with eyebrows knitted together in worry.

“I’m going to Rivet Town to gather whatever I can.” You give Clara a reassuring smile.

"You can’t, it’s not safe!” Clara exclaims.

“You don’t need to worry about me. It’ll all be okay.” You assure the young girl, giving her a rub on the head. You turn around and begin to set off hitching your empty bag up on your shoulder. Walking away, you turn around and give one last wave to Clara who stands completely still watching you go with tears in her eyes. Once you are out of sight Clara takes off running looking for Svarog. Where is he when she desperately needs him?!

Clara eventually finds the being after searching high and low tinkering with his robots in some secluded room in the home they share together. She takes a moment to put her hands to her knees and catch her breath. Svarog is immediately alarmed, taking the girl's tear stained cheeks. With rasped breaths and through wobbly words she explains what has happened and where you went. Svarog tells her to stay put and he will take care of it. With no other words he sets off.

All is going well in Rivet Town. You’ve found almost all of the supplies you needed and are happy that you haven’t run into anyone or anything that delays you. That is, until you see a large fragmentum monster creep out of the shadows. Biting back a scream it stalks towards you. As quickly as you can, you take your things and run as quickly as you can in the opposite direction, running as fast as your legs can take you. Sadly you are out of shape and are beginning to lose steam.

As you begin to slow down, fear takes hold and you’re worried that these breathless moments may be your last. Stopping completely to catch your breath, you look over your shoulder to survey the scene. You see the creature coming closer and closer at an alarming rate. You let out the loudest scream your lungs can muster and close your eyes, bracing for impact. Except the impact never comes.

You hear the loud boom of a cannon over your head and look up. Much to your surprise, you see Svarog hovering over you in a protective stance, one arm extended towards the fragmentum beast that now fades away on the ground. Looking at your savior, your knight in shining armor, you become overwhelmed with emotion and begin to cry. Svarog bends down and picks up your small figure.

“There is no need to cry. You are safe now” the robot coos while using his cool metal fingers to wipe away your tears. With a sniffle you throw your arms around him in relief.

“I am so happy to see you. I thought I would never see you or Clara again” you lament.

“What you thought were your last thoughts… were of us?” he asks inquisitively.

“I suppose all the time we’ve spent together I've come to view you guys as something close to family. You guys are the closest thing I have besides Natasha.” you reply in a hushed tone.

“Do you think you can walk back with me?” he asks. You shake your head no because your legs might as well be jelly after all that running. In one fell swoop he picks you up into the bridal position.

“Where are you taking me?” you inquire.

“Home.”

“Your home or mine?”

“Ours.” With a smile you lean up and kiss the robot on his cheek and swear that if robots could smile, he would be.

[manias-wordcount]

Without Her (Kafka)

Kinktober 2023 Day Sixteen: Bondage

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Wake up, little one~”

  Sometimes, she’ll leave you like this for hours.

  On her nice, big bed- all lost and alone and defenseless. Just a nice, neat present for her to enjoy as soon as she was done with whatever business she was running off to attend to. 

A pretty silk tie dripped in black will be bound tight around your wrists as it keeps your hands perfectly still behind your back. She’ll even leave you completely bare of all clothing if you're lucky. Giving your body some relief from the pent feelings that start to gather and gather whenever she leaves you alone. If you have enough sense and balance, you be able to find a corner or an edge or even a pillow to hump against long enough to keep you teetering between unbearably frustrated and so, so good.

  Of course, whatever wet spot you left behind on her furniture that she’s letting your filthy, filthy body pleasure itself with will be yours to clean and lick up by the time she comes back to relieve you of this torture. But if she’s feeling extra merciful, she’ll come in and take care of you before anything else is said and done. 

  But this isn’t one of those times.

  “Aww? Did someone miss me?”

  You huff, but still lift your head and roll over to better see your mistress as she speaks to you. The tone of her voice and the way she coos at you only makes the pout on your face grow a tiny bit more as you slowly try to blink the sleep away from your eyes. Almost out of instinct, you find yourself tugging at your restraints. You barely move more than a quick shift of your shoulders- something that you realized she took note of very quickly before letting her gaze fall back down to someplace lower than your eye line. 

  It takes you a little longer than expected to catch on. You’re still a little bit too sleepy from being woken up from the nap you were taking. After all, there’s very little someone in your position can do. Hands still tied behind their back. Wearing nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt and a simple pair of underwear that makes it extremely hard to get yourself off no matter how hard you try. No matter how badly you want it. All no source of entertainment for what must have been hours all alone. 

  And yet, she doesn’t come in with a warm smile and kind eyes as she reaches for your binds, about to untie you and free you from your prison. She doesn’t come in with apologies and comforting phrases of praise for being so, so good for her while she wasn’t here and was being so fucking unfair to little ole’ you.

  Instead, her gaze trains itself on the damp stain in the middle of your underwear. Just wet enough to catch her eye. Just dry enough to make you forget how needy your body was in the first place. Your face warms at the realization. But you know what to do. You know what to say. Because who are you without touch? Who are you without love? Who are you without her?

  “Y-yes…yes, Miss Kafka.”

  Alone. So, very alone.

  “Good,” She murmurs absently at you as she leans a little more into your face and reaches out. It’s shameless, you know. But you can’t help but whine as your mind jumps to the possibility of her reaching out to slip her hands beneath your clothes and touch and tease all across your feverish skin. It gets you excited. It gets you squirming in place, already wriggling your way up to sit up for her- nice and proper. And so your mouth parts as a plea starts to form on your lips. But before you can even do anything. Before you can even beg her not to, she takes it away. She takes it all away with a simple message. “It’s just too bad that I have to leave you here again, isn’t it?”

  Your face falls. Your heart stops. And your world shatters.

  “W-what-?”

  “I just came to check on my little one before I went back out,” She tells you gently as she cups your cheek. The gesture is kind enough. But you can’t bring yourself to learn into her touch. You can’t bring yourself to trust her not to hurt you more in this moment than she already has. But you’re hers. You’re hers to play with. Hers to toy with. Hers, hers, hers. “But you understand, don’t you?”

  “But, I’ve been waiting for so-”

  “Right, little one?”

  Her attitude changes. Shifts into one that shows you how unappreciative she is of your refusal to go out in the night quietly. But you can’t help it. You just can’t. Your pout has long since been replaced with the stunning look of your desperation as you start to shift in place. You’re no longer lying down on the bed with sleepy expressions and drool pooling just past your lips as you nap and nap and nap. No, you’re sitting up on your knees. You’re grinding your body into yourself despite knowing how little it does for you. And you damn near whimpering at the fact she’s leaving you. Again. 

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  And like this.

  “Good,” She repeats, and the change in her eyes really shows you that she means it. It’s good. That you’re good. So you don’t even whimper or whine when the hand that holds your cheek instead chooses to press itself dumb against your bottom lip and force it to open. You just do your best to lick at and suck on the two fingers that slip into your warm, open, and inviting mouth. You try your best to stay still. You try your best to stay quiet. You try your best to stay good. Because maybe if you’re still and quiet and good, she’ll loosen the knot of the silk tie around your wrists. Or better yet… “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you, little one?”

  Maybe she’ll take care of your needy, lonely body.

  “Yes ma’am”

  Before you find out how to do it properly without her.

[yaesnovels]

eternal (snippet)

blade x fem!reader

tw; battle with swords and a knife, mention of almost-but-not-really-serious injuries.

a/n: just wrote this bit in the bus on my notes app in like fifteen minutes. not proofread obvi, don‘t mind any mistakes please and thank you <3

"fuck, blade, okay. you win. i give up", you whisper breathlessly, dropping your sword that you were fighting the stellaron hunter despite knowing how much more advanced he was with his swordsmanship than you and you basically stood no chance.

"oh yeah? you give up? nice try", blade shot you a glance — nothing but hatred in his eyes — as he, too, dropped his sword but grabbed a smaller knife to hold it against your throat, the sharpness slightly cutting into your skin causing you to hiss in pain.

"i give up, ren. i—"

"don‘t. you. dare. call me ren. you lost that privilege when you betrayed me", blade pressed the knife more into your throat, just slightly next to where he would hit your carotid artery.

"blade. i‘m so sorry. i wish i had the chance to explain before you come to the conclusion to kill me like you absolutely have any right to. but i am perfectly fine knowing that i spent some of my most beautiful moments in life with you. i am just so sorry that i hurt you like that. i never intended to", you said, voice nothing but a mere whisper as some blood dripped onto your shirt and you were trying to move your head as little as possible.

before he would finally end your life.

to your surprise, he pulled the knife away. he was looking at you with tears in his eyes — something you had only experienced once in your short time as one of the stellaron hunters.

when you betrayed him and fought against him alongside the members of the astral express.

only he didn‘t know that you did this because of your love for him. because you wanted to be with him for all eternity instead of leaving him eventually because you grew old and he was stuck with his immortality.

here is a random draft i came up with. plan is to write this once i‘m back in germany on wednesday and post it by next weekend <3

this might end up having smut tho i might also just keep it angsty. not sure yet on that part.

[sugar-phoenix]

ｔｈｅ　ｎｅｗ　ｂａｒｉｓｔａ

wrote a very short piece about Dan Heng in a college au! Just a lil' sneak peek into what Dan Heng as a college barista might look like.

“I’ll have your order ready for you in just a moment.”

His jade eyes scanned the register one last time before turning away to the coffee machines. You leave the register, making your way to the pick up counter.

Surprisingly, the two of you were the only ones in the library-adjacent cafe. It was late in the afternoon, with the sun casting a golden glow upon the interior walls, so most students had already made their way towards their dorms for the day. You just came from a class that ended at a later time than most, so you were just looking for a quick pick-me-up.

Your gaze fell upon Dan Heng as he meticulously blended and stirred your order for you. Now you understood why he was causing a fuss with most of the girls on campus. He was quite handsome, and his gaze was intense, as if he could see right through you. Somehow it was as attractive as it was intimidating.

He was rumored to have transferred from a more prodigious university, where he had received all the marks and been at the top of his class. His reasons for transferring were unclear, however. Some said that he wanted to lead a simpler, humbler life, while others said he had been expelled, on accounts of an outrageous crime.

As he brought your drink to the counter, you took note of his quiet, private demeanor, and thought it best not to ask him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, taking your drink.

“You’re welcome,” he responded, nodding his head in an almost honorable manner. Strange, but not unwelcome.

As you step out the door, you wonder what his major is.

Oh, that’s right.

Archival science.

divider by @cafekitsune

[acosmicblizzard]

Hello sorry if I'm bothering you but I wanted to share one of my ideas with you. So what if the reader appeared on the Loufu and it caused a small tremor along with a large energy fluctuation so Jing Yuan went to investigate with Fu Xuan going with him and they came across an unconscious person who was not only confused when they awoke but completely exhausted, hungry and with strange markings on some parts of their body and when they got examined by a doctor it was discovered that they had an extremely large amount of strange energy within their body. (This was inspired by the first episode of Aphmau Diaries rebirth, here's the link if you don't know what I'm talking about: https://youtu.be/1Vzq1QZVtuk?si=kyIxOyJTSnTjNaMG) (if you don't want to write this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)

Hello! Thank you for the request i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, mentions of medical treatment.

Story type: Headcanons, scenario, can be read as either platonic or romantic.

Pairings/Characters:  Jing Yuan & Fu Xuan.

Jing Yuan & Fu Xuan with a Aphmau!Reader

After the incident with phantylia, the stellaron, the disciples of Sanctus medicus, and the revival of the ambrosial arbor, The Loufu had been on strict watch for any unbalanced fluctuations of energy. There were many concerns of energy of abundance possibly flowing in the air and causing more to become mara-struck, or the possibility fragmentum from the stellaron starting to form and cause destruction. No matter the reason, the divine seat of foresight had been keeping a close eye on everything. Suddenly one day, a tremor shook the ship and a strange amount of energy flew through the central starskiff Haven, instantly catching the sight of the Loufu's army and the gaze of the seat of divine foresight. A immediate evacuation was ordered and all incoming starskiffs were put on hold. It didn't take long at all for the soldiers to scurry around the entirety of the Haven and have some of them find a unconscious person on the floor, strange. Unsure if the person was even alive, a soldier lightly poked the person with their spear to try and get a response. Your consciousness lightly stirred as you weakly lifted your head to see two armored men standing above you, your vision barely able to make our the details of their armor as your head pounded in pain. "Hey.. what do we do with this person..?" "Report this to the general and get them some medical attention obviously!" "But what if they're dangerous?! They could leap up and attack us when we have our backs turned! They could be pretending to be weak and docile!" The soldiers bantered back and forth before your conscious settled once again you passed out, too exhausted to properly process the situation. "Enough." A stern feminine voice broke through the argument as a short woman approached the two soldiers standing over you. Her pink hair flowing behind her as she approached the area and looked at you. "tch.. unbelievable. To think soldiers of your caliber would preform so poorly. I'll handle this from here." She spoke, her serious voice breaking apart any doubt the soldiers might have had. "Understood, Master Diviner!" The soldiers left on command, allowing the woman to take control of the situation. Seemingly out of nowhere, a taller white haired male approached, casually talking to the pink haired woman. "So is this person the source of the tremor?" He asked. "I'm unsure, but they could be related to it. If they'll be a danger to the loufu is uncertain yet.. let's at least get them medical treatment." She responded as she stood up from her previous crouched position and called some soldiers over to assist getting you help.

Awakening in a strange place wasn't what you expected but waking up to see two people talking nearby freaked you out as you jumped out of the bed in fear and immediately get aggressive. After initially being a bit startled the two calmed down and gradually tried to calm you down, after trial and error they eventually got onto talking terms with you and began to explain everything and introduce themselves. "My name is Jing yuan, the general of this place. You're currently on the Xianzhou Loufu, a interstellar ship. And this woman is Fu Xuan, the Master Diviner of the Loufu." Jing Yuan said as he gestured to the short pink haired woman next to him who stood there with a un-readable expression. "I know you must be confused, but we mean no harm to you." Jing yuan stated as he walked towards you and offered his hand in goodwill. And here, a never-ending journey of confusion and discovery started as even with some restrictions at first such as needing to be accompanied by soldiers everywhere you went or needing medical check ups often, you were warmly welcomed into the loufu at the guidance of the general and master diviner.

Jing Yuan

Other then paperwork, taking naps, and sitting pretty in the seat of divine foresight, jing yuan is a pretty open man. If he wanted, he could go stroll around the scalegoat waterscape, or go and watch the starskiffs pass by in the centeral starskiff haven, but he really just wants naps and often invites you to take them with him.

Similar to his usual still nature, Jing Yuan is quite talented at and likes playing chess and will often ask you if you want to play a round or two. He may go a bit easy on you considering how much of a veteran chess player he is, but if you ask him not to prepare to be destroyed in like 4 moves.

Strangely, Jing Yuan finds fun simply just being around you. Once you've lived for a long time the sights you see everyday can become stale, yet all it takes is one new addition to give it a splash of color. Being able to tour you around the loufu brings him joy as he see's your eyes light up curiously at all the normal sights of his life.

Being the general of the loufu and all, he makes money. Of course that's not the main reason he became the general, but over his many years of service he could probably buy entire ships similar to the loufu, because of that, he often will buy stuff he sees you look at and have interest in. Even if it's something as simple as a cup of tea from a tea house, or a book from the nearby vendor, or a pair of new clothes, no expense is too much.

With the strength and perseverance of living for hundreds of years, Jing Yuan will continue to stride forward with the people he meets making a impact all the while. With you being one of those most important people he meets.

Fu Xuan

Though Fu Xuan is often busy with her work as the master diviner in the divination commission when she's not working, you can often find time to sit down with her and just chat.

These relaxing meetings often comes with sitting down together and getting some tea from any nearby teahouses of the loufu or Fu Xuan decided she herself wanted to mix some tea. To her tea always gives her the boost of energy she needs to make it throughout her work day, and thinks you would like the tastes of some of the many different types of tea.

Along with this Fu Xuan often likes reading and quoting old things that people don't really understand, so she'll often invite you to read her old favorite books or watch old films with her. If you accept, you'll eventually pick up on some of her quirks and began speaking "Fu Xuan" as some other loufu inhabitants call it.

If you ever want to learn about your future or discover your past, Fu Xuan will gladly cast some divinations for you when she can. Even if walking through the past isn't her specialty she'll use the matrix of prescience similar to how she tried to help march uncover her past and walk through it with you.

No matter how busy, no matter how stressed, no matter what time, day, or if theres an emergency or not. Fu Xuan will always be willing to stand by your side till the very end of time.

[genshinluvr]

Seeing Stars

Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader (Nanook x Isekai'd!Reader)

Summary: Your and Nanook's intimate moment was interrupted by your Astral Express traveling companions. Caelus spots a hickey on your neck, you make a poor excuse regarding that hickey, and all of a sudden, you find Nanook balls deep inside you. Needless to say, Nanook is called the Aeon of Destruction for a reason. And that reason isn't because of destroying the universe, but because he's going to be destroying your insides.

Note: First (horribly written) smut for Honkai Star Rail >:D I don't know how to feel about the smuts I write— I'm not a fan of the smuts I write, but I hope this is at least a tiny bit decent. For those who are new, I tried to keep the smut as gender-neutral as possible, but this smut does lean more toward AFAB!reader/female-bodied reader. All of my smuts do lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader with gender-neutral pronouns. As usual, minors DO NOT INTERACT! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, oral (both receiving), deep throating, fingering, hair pulling, biting, tummy bulge, Nanook's got a big dick (are we surprised? No), cervix fucking, creampie, slight overstimulation, squirting (Nanook is called the Aeon of Destruction for a reason ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Word Count: 7k

You wake up to feeling someone snake their arms around your waist, pulling you against their chest. You crack one eye open and peek at the clock hanging above the door. You rub your eyes and stretch your arms and legs while yawning. A deep chuckle breaks the silence of your bedroom, causing you to jolt and turn to look at the person lying beside you. Nanook is propped up on his left arm, gazing at you with amusement.

“Why are you awake so early?” Nanook asks, peeking at the clock.

You stare at Nanook sleepily. Nanook looks away from the clock, and the two of you lock eyes for a moment. Aeons above… Nanook is so breathtaking. Nanook lies beside you with a soft groan, wrapping his right arm around your waist and bringing you to his chest. You instinctively wrap your arms around his slim waist and bury your face into the nape of his neck.

You sigh. “I can ask you the same. It’s early in the morning, and yet you’re over here, watching me sleep like a creep,” you joke, poking Nanook’s shirtless chest with your pointer finger. 

Nanook chuckles and tightens his grip around your waist, kissing the side of your head. You close your eyes and slowly drift to sleep. As you’re falling asleep, the door to your room slides open. You groan to yourself and continue to keep your face buried in Nanook’s neck. Whoever slides the door open, you’re hoping they’ll leave soon.

“March, if it’s you, please let me and Nanook sleep in peace. It’s still early in the morning, and I want to sleep in before it’s early afternoon,” you say, your voice muffled against Nanook’s neck.

The person, you assume is March, huffs before stomping out of your room and sliding the door close. You peek from Nanook’s neck to see the bedroom is empty. You look at Nanook, who sighs and rests his head on the stacks of pillows. At least you and Nanook are alone, and March isn’t going to try to drag you out of your room at the crack of dawn. You stare at the Aeon of Destruction lying beside you. Nanook raises an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lips curving up into a smirk.

Nanook leans in and kisses the corner of your lips. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he cages you between his body and your bed. You peek to see his arms beside your head, his biceps bulging as he adjusts himself above you. You gulp audibly when you notice he’s shirtless. While you did poke his shirtless chest not long ago, you didn’t fully realize that the Aeon of Destruction was shirtless the entire time. “How in the world did you not notice?”

“Why are you so pretty? Who gave you permission to be this breathtaking?” You mutter as your eyes trail up from his abs to his face.

Nanook laughs and grips your chin with one hand while balancing his entire weight with the other arm. You and Nanook look into each other's eyes, not saying anything. Nanook looks down at your lips, his eyes half-lidded. You bite your bottom lip, closing your eyes when his face gets near. 

Nanook’s nose brushes against yours, shutting his eyes. Nanook presses his lips against yours, lowering himself onto you. You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you by wrapping one leg around his slim waist. Nanook breaks the kiss and begins pressing his lips on your jawlines. Nanook trails his lips from your jaws to your neck, kissing and lightly sucking on your neck.

You tangle your fingers in Nanook’s hair, tilting your head to the side to give him more space to leave small kisses and nibbles behind. Nanook kneels above you, slips his hands beneath your shirt, and gropes your chest.

“Fuck, Nanook,” you whisper, wrapping your other leg around his waist.

Nanook takes that as an opportunity to grind his groin against yours. You involuntarily squeeze your legs around his waist, whimpering when Nanook’s cock rubs against your aching entrance. You claw Nanook’s back as the Aeon continues to litter your neck with kisses. Nanook latches his lips against your neck, lightly sucking on your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair, rolling your hips against his. Nanook groans into your neck, his hands trailing from your chest to the globes of your ass, squeezing them tightly and making you grind your heat against his throbbing cock. You let out a quiet, strained gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Nanook’s pubic bone presses up against your swollen bundle of nerves.

Nanook cups your face from under your chin and tilts your head up. You stare at Nanook— eyes glazed over with pleasure and want. Nanook smirks and pecks your lips. You pout at Nanook, getting ready to protest about him stopping, when there’s a knock at the door. You and Nanook freeze in your spots, slowly looking at the door like a deer caught in headlights.

You clear your throat. “March?” You call out.

“It’s Dan Heng. Did I wake you up by any chance?” Dan Heng asks through the closed door of your room.

“No, you didn’t wake me up. But what you did do is ruin the chance of me getting fucked deep into my mattress by the Aeon of Destruction, that’s what.” You think bitterly to yourself while Nanook cracks a smile beside you. Dan Heng clears his throat from behind the door as if he’s letting you know he’s waiting for your response. You shake your head as Nanook gets off you, lying beside you with one arm tucked underneath his head.

You sit up and rub your eyes with your knuckles. “Not really. March snuck into my room a moment ago, and I told her to let me sleep in. Did something happen?” You ask, pulling the blanket up to your chest.

“Uh, yes, we were wondering if Nanook is in the room with you. Caelus mentioned he peeked into Nanook’s room, only to see it was empty, and he speculated that Nanook snuck into your room,” Mr. Yang speaks up from behind the door.

Your eyes widen, and your head snaps in Nanook’s direction. Nanook looks unbothered as he settles in your bed with his hands behind his head. March went into your room not long ago, and she didn't tell any of the three men about Nanook being in your room? Either she's up to something, or she didn't mention it to the men because she forgot. You clear your throat, looking over at Nanook. The Aeon of Destruction shrugs his shoulders, closing his eyes and rolling over on his side to wrap his arms around your waist.

How are you supposed to answer Mr. Yang's question!? It's not like you're banned from sleeping in the same bed as Nanook, right? You open your mouth to answer Mr. Yang's question, but all of a sudden, Nanook gets off your bed and walks to the door. Your eyes widen, and you kneel, attempting to grab Nanook's wrist, but he slips from your fingers. Nanook grabs the door and slides it open, leaning against the doorframe.

“And there he is,” Caelus comments, propping his hands on his hips while staring at the Aeon blankly. 

Nanook raises his eyebrows at Caelus, who continues to stare at him expressionless. You toss your blanket off your body and stumble over to where the four men are standing. You can feel the awkward tension between them— especially between Caelus and Nanook. You clear your throat to break the awkward tension.

“Is there a reason why you were searching for Nanook? Did something happen?” You ask, scratching the back of your neck.

Mr. Yang smiles and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Nothing happened. However, Caelus has voiced his concern over Nanook constantly disappearing in the middle of the night,” replies Mr. Yang.

Caelus looks away, clearing his throat. Caelus' cheeks and the tips of his ears are almost as red as Himeko's hair, only a couple of shades lighter. You chuckle while Nanook raises his eyebrows at the silver-haired man before you two. Nanook turns to you, giving you an exasperated look before turning to the three men outside of your bedroom.

Nanook pinches the bridge of his nose. “Listen, when I decided to take the form of a human, I did it to protect my little star, alright? I did not sign up to have people hovering over me and watching my every move,” Nanook states, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at the trio.

Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang all stare at Nanook. Nanook sighs, turns to you, and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you toward him. You wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing the small of Nanook's back to comfort him. You're aware of how the other men act around you, but you don't think much about it. However, Nanook isn't fond that there are nine other people who share the same sentiments as he does when it comes to you, his little star, his little one.

“Do you not remember what happened prior to your arrival to the Astral Express, Nanook, Aeon of Destruction?” Dan Heng demands, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at the towering figure beside you.

Nanook glares at the shorter man, his nostril flaring. “I am very well aware of what happened. Why do you think I am here?” The Aeon snarls.

By this point, Nanook and Dan Heng are standing toe to toe— Nanook glaring down and Dan Heng glaring up at the Aeon. Mr. Yang and Caelus place their hands on Dan Heng's shoulders, pulling him back. Dan Heng lets out an infuriated exhale through his nose, glaring to the side with his arms over his chest.

You clear your throat. “Nanook and I will get ready for the day now, alright? Let's talk after,” you say, turning away by is stopped by Caelus gently grabbing your biceps.

“Is that a hickey?” Caelus asks, his eyes zeroing in on the base of your neck.

You quickly cover your neck, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. “Oh, fuck.” You did not know that the Aeon of Destruction left a hickey on your neck. You turn to Nanook, who looks away with his lips puckered. You narrow your eyes at Nanook, exhaling slowly through your nose while trying to remain calm. Great. First, there's tension between Nanook and Dan Heng, and now Caelus has decided to point out the apparent love bite on your neck, thus making the tension grow.

It's faint, but it's there. 

“It's not a hickey! I actually burnt myself with a hair straightener!” You say.

Okay, not the best excuse you can come up with, but it's the best you can do, and you're hoping they're dumb enough to believe your little white lie. But knowing the three men standing before you and Nanook, they're not as dumb as you hoped they would be in this situation. I mean, what else were you supposed to say? “Yes, it's a hickey on my neck. Nanook marked my neck, and before this entire interaction, we were so close to taking it farther, but that didn't happen?”

Mr. Yang leans forward to get a better look at your neck. He gently grabs you by the jaws and tilts your head to the side. If you weren't in an awkward situation right now, you would've been blushing like a teenager because of the way Mr. Yang grabbed your jaws. He's so gentle, but he also reminds you of a stern father who caught his kid doing something naughty. 

“It doesn't look like a burn,” Mr. Yang murmurs.

You grab Mr. Yang's hands and laugh nervously. “That’s because they're kind of new! I borrowed Himeko's straightener, and well, this happened,” you say, gesturing to the mark on your neck.

You release Mr. Yang's hand and rub the hickey. Aeons, this is even more awkward than you thought. Mr. Yang hums, crossing his arms over his chest, and looks at Dan Heng and Caelus. Just as you feared, Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang don't believe your little white lie.

For now, the best thing you can do is to retreat to your room (with Nanook), get ready for the day, and hope that this entire situation dies down. You quickly retreat to your room, grabbing Nanook by the wrist and pulling him with you. Before you shut the door in Mr. Yang, Dan Heng, and Caelus' faces, you give them a fake smile.

“We'll talk about this after Nanook and I get ready for the day! While it's still super early in the morning, today will be the only day I get up early,” you say, slamming the door shut without waiting for their response. 

After you slam the door in the three men's faces, Dan Heng turns to look at Mr. Yang with a deep frown. Caelus pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, propping his hands on his hips.

“That is definitely a hickey on [Y/N]'s neck,” Caelus says.

Dan Heng rolls his eyes. “Do they think we're that stupid to believe they were burned by a hair straightener?” Dan Heng mutters, walking away with Mr. Yang and Caelus following.

Back in your bedroom, you walk to your dresser and pull out clean undergarments to change into after taking a shower. You're not the type to take showers in the morning, but this time will be the only time you'll shower in the morning. Well, “morning” since you're traversing through space, and there's no time of day, really. While searching for something to wear in your closet, Nanook snakes his arms around your waist and buries his face into the nape of your neck.

You close your eyes and rest your head against his before continuing to do what you were doing.

You're not sure what you want to wear. You're on the fence about whether you want to wear something short and breathable or long and warm because there's a possible chance the Astral Express is going to be stopping by Jarilo-VI. You blank out for a moment when Nanook's big, warm, calloused hands sneak under your shirt to give your chest a light squeeze. 

“Well, aren't you needy today?” You murmur, gazing at the Aeon of Destruction from the corner of your eyes.

Nanook ignores your comment, continuing to squeeze your chest and kissing your neck repeatedly. You shiver when Nanook presses his lips against a specific sensitive spot on your neck. Nanook smirks against your neck and continues where he left off before he is interrupted by Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang. Nanook grabs the bottom of your jaw with his right hand, tilts your head to the side, and continues to nibble on your neck.

“Do you have any idea how irresistible you are?” Nanook murmurs against your neck.

You grab his hand from underneath your shirt and lace your fingers with his. “I could say the same with you. You're over here parading around my bedroom shirtless with your sweat pants hanging very low around your hips,” you reply.

Nanook hums against your neck, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. Nanook's eyes nearly roll to the back of his neck after taking deep breaths of your shampoo. He can never get enough of you, and the more he has to wait, the more he feels his sanity slipping away. Without thinking, Nanook opens his mouth wide and bites down on the area where your neck and shoulders meet. 

“Ah! Nanook!” You whine softly, shuddering in his arms as he manhandles you to your bed.

You fall limp in Nanook's arms as he practically drags you to your bed and tosses you like a rag doll. You stare at the ceiling— Nanook's shadow casts over you as he hovers above you, knees on each side of your hips. You gulp as the Aeon of Destruction cages you against your bed, his bangs nearly covering his eyes. Oh, you like this very much.

Nanook leans down, his lips beside your ear. “What is it, little one?” Nanook whispers.

You close your eyes, heart pounding against your chest as the Aeon above you softly nudges his nose against your cheek and slowly trails down to your neck. Never in your life would you think the Aeon of Destruction has a lot of pent-up frustrations. Can Aeons have babies? Can they reproduce? Nanook's human form certainly has a dick, but does it— Nanook bites down on your neck for the second time.

“You know I can hear your thoughts, right?” Nanook murmurs against your neck.

Your eyes snap open, and you look at Nanook like a fish out of water. Nanook pulls away from your neck and wipes his lips, smirking down at you. You gaped at him. 

“Wait, you can hear my thoughts?”

Nanook nods, his shoulders bouncing as he gazes at you with amusement. “Yes, I can hear your thoughts. Did you happen to forget that we're connected with each other?” Nanook asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You squint at Nanook, not sure whether you should believe what he's saying or not. Maybe you can say something random, and he'll have to respond to your questions. The Aeon of Destruction mindlessly massages your hipbone, waiting for you to say something. Or at least think of something so he can reply. Aside from wanting you to respond to him, Nanook wants to fuck you against the mattress already. Blood continues to rush down to his semi-harden cock as he waits (im)patiently. 

You stare at Nanook like a deer caught in headlights. If you were to ask this question, would he hear it and possibly humiliate you for it? It’s worth a shot. “Do you know how bad I need you to fuck me into the mattress right now? I desperately need you inside me, or else I'll go crazy.”

Nanook smirks and leans down. “Is that so? You don't have to tell me twice, Little One. I've always wanted to hear what I can coax out of you while you're writhing beneath me,” Nanook murmurs. “Remember that dream of yours a while back?” He latches his lips onto your earlobes, lightly biting your ear.

Dream? Meaning the wet dream you had of Nanook before it was rudely interrupted by March, Dan Heng, and Caelus? The very same wet dream where it felt so real that it made you question whether it was a real thing or just a dream? You swallow the lump in your throat, sputtering out nonsense as you try to wrap your head around the wet dream you had months prior to Nanook's arrival.

“Wait, was that a dream, or was it mental communication the entire time?” You ask breathlessly.

Nanook shrugs above you, hands sneaking back under your shirt to squeeze your chest and tweak your nipples between his thumb and index finger. You gaze at the Aeon above you, wondering if what happened between you and Nanook was mental communication or if it was just another wet dream.

“Nanook?” You ask, lightly tugging on his soft hair.

Nanook snorts and releases your earlobe from between his teeth. The Aeon of Destruction will be destroying something else rather than the entirety of the universe. You would rather have Nanook destroy your insides than the universe, so you'd like to think you're saving everyone by letting the Aeon of Destruction become the Aeon of Destroying your insides. With one swift motion, Nanook tears your shirt off and tosses them to the ground.

Your nipples harden when cool air makes contact with your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. Nanook's lips trail down to your chest and suck on your nipple while tweaking the neglected nipple. You shudder underneath Nanook, wrapping your legs around his waist while he licks and lightly bites your nipples. You cover your mouth to muffle the moans, and Nanook doesn't like that. Without thinking, Nanook bites down on your nipple hard, making you cry out in pain.

“Nanook! Why did you bite my nipple?” You whine, gazing at the Aeon with teary eyes.

Nanook unlatches his lips from your nipples before sitting back on your bed. “I don't want you to cover your moans. I want the others to hear that I'm the one that's making you moan and whimper,” Nanook says, frowning at you.

You gulp and watch Nanook get off your bed and start taking his sweatpants off. You look away with embarrassment when you notice a prominent bulge beneath his boxers. It's bigger than you thought it would be. The Aeon grabs you by your ankles and pulls you toward the edge of your bed. You look at Nanook's face, making sure not to look down at the large tent forming in his pants.

Nanook chuckles, caressing your face. “Why are you suddenly shy, Little one? You were so bold and now look at you,” Nanook teases, lightly pinching your cheek. “A shy little thing.”

You bristled at Nanook's comment, looking at the Aeon with a heated glare. Unphased by your glare, Nanook laughs and leans down to kiss your lips. Nanook hooks his fingers around the band of your shorts and panties before looking at you, waiting for you to give him the signal to continue. Despite being the Aeon of Destruction, he sure is gentle. You nod, silently telling him to strip you bare. 

One minute you have your pants and panties on. The next, you're completely bare in front of the Aeon of Destruction. You quickly cover your naked body with your blanket, making Nanook click his tongue with disapproval. Nanook grabs the blanket from your grasp, yanks it off your bare body, and throws it behind him without breaking eye contact. Heat rushes to your cheek when you realize the Aeon before you are gazing at your body with hunger and lust. As if Nanook wasn't big already, you could've sworn Nanook's dick grew in his boxers.

“It's not fair that I'm the only one naked, and you're still semi-dressed,” you mutter.

Nanook takes his eyes off your body before gesturing for you to sit up. You push yourself up and look at Nanook quizzically as he grabs your hand and places them on his hips. You blink at him as he looks down at you, waiting for you to do something. You clear your throat, pointing at his boxers and then at yourself.

“You want me to take your boxers off?” You squeak.

Nanook smirks. “What else would I want you to do? Hm?” Nanook coos, squeezing your cheeks.

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You gulp for the umpteenth time and nod, grabbing the band of Nanook's boxers and sliding his underwear down. Immediately, Nanook's cock slaps his abdomen, startling you. Nanook's boxers pool at his ankles, and he steps out of them, making his dick bob up and down with the slightest movement. You stare at Nanook's cock with wide eyes, mouth agape. Huge is an understatement at this point. This man is undoubtedly the Aeon of Destruction because you know Nanook's cock is going to be destroying your insides.

“That's not going to fit,” you state, looking at Nanook.

Nanook shrugs, hooking one arm underneath your knees and the other under your back before tossing you on the bed. Nanook crawls over you and slides his hands up your legs and to your thighs, pushing your legs apart to look at your glistening folds. You're too busy staring at Nanook's cock. The mushroom tip of his dick is a deep red, pre-cum beating at the silt of his cock, dripping down the base of his dick. You lick your lips. 

Nanook runs his hands through his hair. “We'll make it fit,” Nanook states.

Nanook dips his fingers and runs them through your folds, making you shudder and gasp. Nanook inserts his index finger into your entrance, looking at your face for a certain reaction. You bite your lips and squeeze your eyes shut when his index finger continues to sink into your sopping-wet entrance. Nanook keeps your legs spread open with one hand as he continues to drill his index finger in and out of your squelching hole. 

“This is so embarrassing,” you whine softly, becoming flustered the louder the squelching gets.

You let out a shaky gasp when Nanook inserts his middle finger into your entrance. The velvety walls of your entrance squeezed and pulsed around his thick, long fingers. 

“Your body is reacting really well to what I'm doing,” Nanook murmurs, watching you gasp and arch your back when the tip of his fingers hit your cervix.

You grit your teeth and reach for Nanook's throbbing cock. Nanook rubs the bundle of nerves with the tip of his thumb, watching you let out a breathy moan and throw your head back with pleasure as you stroke his cock. Nanook groans, letting you stroke his stiff cock. The Aeon watches you stroke and squeeze his cock, rubbing your thumb over the bulbous tip of his cock and spreading the pre-cum around the tip of his dick.

While Nanook continues to finger you and stroke the engorged nub, you sit up to get a taste of his cock. Nanook looks at you quizzically when you sit up, unsure of what you're doing. You latch your lips around the mushroom tip of his cock, licking the pre-cum and briefly sucking on the head of his dick. Taken aback, Nanook moans and curls his fingers inside your entrance, making you jolt and squeeze around his fingers.

You begin bobbing your head on his cock, taking him deeper into your mouth. Nanook's fingers slip out of your entrance before tangling his fingers into your hair, tugging at the roots, moaning, and pushing your head further down on his cock. You nearly gag when the tip of his cock hits your throat. You wrap your fingers around the base of his dick, stroking the base of his cock while fondling and massaging his balls.

Nanook groans and starts thrusting into your mouth, fucking your face while tangling his fingers in your hair. His steady thrusts soon become fast, feeling his cock reach deeper into your throat. Nanook guides your head up and down his cock repeatedly until your nose is pressing up against his pubes. You dig your nails into his ass cheeks, tears brimming your eyes and rolling down your cheeks when his cock hits your throat. 

You take deep breaths through your nostrils, trying not to gag. Nanook pulls his cock out from your mouth and pushes you on your back, and spreads your legs wide open for him to see your slick entrance. You breathe heavily, wiping the tears on the sides of your cheeks while Nanook rubs the engorged bundle of nerves with his index finger. 

“Are you alright?” Nanook asks, looking at you as he continues to rub the nub between your legs.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I'm alright,” you reply meekly.

Nanook hums before tossing both your legs over his shoulders with his face a few inches from your heat. You gulp, combing your fingers through Nanook's soft hair. Nanook pulls you forward and buries his face into your entrance, his tongue flat on your entrance and lapping up your juices. You throw your head back, and your back arches, thighs clamping over his head as the Aeon of Destruction eat you out like a starving man. You cover your mouth with your other hand, whimpering and panting against the palm of your hands.

Nanook swirls his tongue over your entrance, your bundle of nerves messily. The sounds of your muffle moans and Nanook slurping your juices fills your bedroom. Nanook penetrates your heat with his tongue, and the tip of his nose presses against your swollen nub. Nanook shakes his head, thrusting his tongue in and out of your heat, making you squeal.

“Oh, fuck, Nanook!” You gasp, feet planted on his shirtless back as the Aeon of Destruction continues to tongue-fuck you, bringing you close to your orgasm. “Nanook, fuck. I'm going to cum if you continue to do that!”

Nanook pulls away from your sopping-wet heat and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Nanook crawls up to you, his arms caging you against the mattress. Nanook stares down at you, a sense of pride swelling in his chest when he sees the effect he has on you. Your eyes are glazed over with lust, and your mouth is agape while your chest is heaving with deep breaths. Nanook taps your cheek lightly to grab your attention. You look at Nanook with hazy eyes, taking gulps of air.

Nanook snickers and leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. You taste yourself on Nanook's tongue— the tanginess pooling on your tongue as you and Nanook kiss. While distracted, Nanook grabs his throbbing cock and rubs the underside of his dick between your legs, coating his cock in your essence. 

The bulbous tip of his cock lightly brushes against your aching nub, causing you to hiss softly and shudder underneath him. Nanook pulls from the kiss and looks down as he lines the mushroom tip of his cock in front of your entrance. You lick your lips, lift your head to see what he's doing. Nanook presses the hot tip of his dick against your entrance. You gulp and look at Nanook, who's staring at you intently.

Nanook kisses your forehead. “Are you ready?” Nanook murmurs against your forehead.

You nod in response. After getting your confirmation, Nanook takes a breath and pushes the tip into your heat. You suck in a sharp breath when you feel the mushroom tip breaching your entrance, squeezing your eyes shut.

A deep growl emits from Nanook's chest as he sinks his cock into you. Nanook rests on his forearms as you wrap your legs around his waist. Nanook latches his teeth onto your neck, inching his cock into you slowly. Your velvety walls squeeze and pulse around his throbbing cock, driving Nanook crazy. You pant, digging your nails into his back and clawing Nanook's back, leaving angry marks behind.

The tip of Nanook's cock hits something deep inside you, causing you to tense up and wail meekly. Nanook pants looking down to see he didn't sink all the way into your warm entrance. Nanook almost sunk the entirety of his cock into your sopping entrance, but the bulbous tip of his cock hit something. Your thighs tense around Nanook's waist, legs trembling from your walls stretching around Nanook's dick to accommodate his size. 

“Nanook,” you whisper.

Nanook frowns, eyebrows furrowing. Nanook thrusts forward, trying to fit the entirety of his cock inside you, only for it not to work. Nanook leans down and preppers your face with gentle kisses. You pant against Nanook's neck, tears brimming your eyes each time the tip of his dick nudges your cervix. It hurts like a bitch, but it feels so fucking food. Nanook whispers a soft, ‘I'm sorry, Little one’ into your ears. You open one eye to look at Nanook, unsure of why he's apologizing.

Your eyelids fly open when Nanook grips your pillow tightly, ramming his cock all the way into your tight entrance. You wail and flail beneath Nanook, legs wrapping around his waist tightly as you whimper into his chest. Nanook groans and presses his hips hard against your hips, his nails digging into your pillow.

“A-Ah! N-Nanook!” You squeak, face contorting in pain.

Nanook pants, peeking down at you. You gaze at Nanook, tears in your eyes, bottom lips trembling. Nanook feels something stir within him when he sees you underneath him, naked, tearing up, stuffed full with his cock. Nanook's cock twitches inside you as he gulps. Nanook leans down and presses his lips against yours, wiping away the tear making its way down your cheek.

You involuntarily clench around Nanook's throbbing cock. Nanook hisses and pulls away from your lips, closing his eyes while trying to keep his sanity intact, or else he'll lose control. Nanook buries his hands in your hair, gently pulling your hair and tilting your head to the side to lightly nibble on your neck.

“Little one, you're so tight. Try to relax for me, sweetheart,” Nanook grunts into your neck. 

Nanook unlatches his lips from your neck before clenching his jaws as he tries to hold back the urge to fuck you into your mattress until you scream. You pant, digging your nails deep into Nanook's back as you try to take your mind off the fact Nanook shoved the entirety of his huge cock deep into your entrance. Fuck. Your swollen bundle of nerves is throbbing, and you feel your entrance becoming wetter with each passing minute.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to relax. How does one relax when you have a huge cock stuffing your hole? Nanook reaches down and begins rubbing your aching bundle of nerves with his thumb. You shudder in his arms, letting Nanook tweak your throbbing nub. Nanook kisses the side of your head, feeling you relax underneath him. You swallow the lump in your throat, patting his arm.

“You can move now, Naook,” you whisper.

Nanook nods and slowly pulls his cock out from your sopping-wet entrance, leaving just the tip of his cock inside you. Nanook gazes at his cock— it's soaked in your essence. Nanook glances at your puffy entrance; it's glistening in your juices. Nanook swears he sees your entrance pulsating with want. Nanook thrusts into your heat without warning, making you grunt and tense underneath him, your hands shooting up to grip your pillow. Dear, Aeons. You feel so full. Nanook looks down at your stomach and freezes. You look at Nanook quizzically before following where his eyes are focusing on. You look at your stomach to see a bulge. With shaky hands, you poke the bump and jolt. Nanook places his hand over yours and presses down onto your stomach. You let out a needy moan as pleasure shoots up your body. Oh, fuck. Nanook is so big that his cock created a tummy bulge.

Nanook leans down, his hair tickling your cheeks. “What do you want me to do to you?” Nanook murmurs against your ears. “Say it, and I will do as you say.”

You shiver and clench around his cock, making the Aeon above you groan and squeeze your chest. What you need Nanook to do is to fuck you until you see stars dancing behind your eyelids. You want him to fuck you into your mattress until your walls mold into the shape of his dick. You whimper and close your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks as you think about having to beg for the Aeon of Destruction to destroy your insides and fill you to the brim with his cum.

“I want you to…” you trail off, whimpering at the slightest movement. “I want you to fuck me until I can't walk and…”

Nanook's eyes widen slightly before laughing breathlessly. “Oh? There's more?” Nanook jokes, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek, rutting his hips against yours. 

You cover your face and lightly hit his shoulder. “Nanook! Stop teasing me!” You whine.

“Alright, alright, I'm going to stop teasing you,” Nanook sighs, kissing your forehead. “Now, continue where you left off.”

You try to form coherent sentences, but the more Nanook ruts against you, the more your mind blanks out. You wrap your legs tightly around Nanook's waist, attempting to stop him from continuing, only for you to press Nanook hard against you. Nanook snickers and kisses your jaws, waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do.

“Gosh, just please fuck me until I see stars. I don't think I can wait any longer,” you whisper.

Nanook's chest rumbles with laughter, and he leans down. “If you insist,” Nanook says, kissing the corner of your lips.

Nanook adjusts his position above you, grabs your legs, and unwraps them around his waist. You look at Nanook, confused. Nanook throws your legs over his shoulders and begins plunging his cock in and out of you repeatedly. You yelp and grab his biceps, squeezing your eyes shut as the Aeon pistons his cock into your sopping entrance. You feel your juices pool beneath your bed, spreading to the back of your thighs and onto Nanook's pubes.

Your toes curl with pleasure, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as Nanook rams the tip of his cock against your cervix until you can't hold in your moans any longer. You let out a string of groans and curses, feeling a tight knot beginning to form in your lower abdomen. You clench your jaws when your legs start to feel tingly and numb. You close your eyes and rock your hips against Nanook's hips, his pubic bone pressing and rubbing against your swollen nub.

You shiver, and your velvety walls squeeze around the Aeon's dick. “Oh, fuck,” you whisper, clawing Nanook's back.

Nanook tangles his hands into your hair and pulls your hair back before biting down on your neck hard. You cry out in pain and clench around Nanook's cock as he continues to ram his dick in and out of your squelching entrance vigorously. You can see stars dancing behind your vision with each thrust. You tilt your head back against your pillow as tears trail down your cheeks. You don't know how much longer you can handle being fucked by Nanook. Nanook removes your legs from his shoulders, keeping your legs spread open as he pistons his cock deep into your quivering entrance. Nanook pulls his dick out, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back into your heat. Your back arches, and you choke out a moan as the Aeon repeats his actions. Nanook's thrusts soon become sloppy the longer he continues to ram the bulbous tip of his cock in and out of your dripping entrance. You claw your bedsheets, the knot in your lower abdomen becoming incredibly tight.

“Fuck, Nanook. I'm going to cum,” you whimper.

Your velvety walls squeeze around Nanook's cock tightly. Nanook groans and collapses on top of you as you cum around his cock. Nanook takes a deep breath before proceeding to plunge his thick, long cock in and out of your squelching heat. Nanook reaches for your engorged nub and begins pinching, squeezing, and rolling it between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes widen, and you squeal loudly, squirming beneath Nanook.

“It's too much, Nanook! It's too much!” You sob.

Nanook ignores your cries and continues to stimulate your engorged bundle of nerves while plunging his cock into you as deeply as he can get it. Nanook groans, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside your entrance as the walls of your hole convulse around his dick. Liquid jets out your entrance, wetting Nanook's lower abdomen and pubes. Nanook gazes at you with wide eyes while you continue to tremble due to overstimulation.

Nanook releases your swollen nub and slowly pulls his cock from your entrance. Nanook groans and lays beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest. You shudder and close your eyes while your legs continue to tremble. Nanook tucks your hair behind your ears, nibbling on your earlobe as he pulls the blanket over your naked bodies.

“Did you see the stars?” Nanook teases.

You look at Nanook with bleary eyes. “I think I saw something else other than stars,” you whisper.

You snuggle up against Nanook, closing your eyes. Nanook runs his fingers through your hair while you feel yourself start to drift off to sleep. Right when you're about to fall asleep, a knock is heard at the door of your bedroom. Your eyelids fly open, and you hold the blanket to your chest. You look at Nanook like a deer caught in headlights while the Aeon of Destruction yawns and peeks at the door, uninterested.

“Who is it?” You call out, clearing your throat.

“Are you two done with fucking each other's brains out? You've been keeping us waiting for a while,” Sampo whines from behind the door.

You sit up and look at Nanook in horror while the Aeon presses his lips into a thin line to prevent himself from bursting out laughing. You lightly smack Nanook's shoulders, cheeks flaming hot as you try not to freak out. Us?! What does Sampo mean by ‘us’!? Does this mean that other people heard you and Nanook fuck?! 

You toss the blanket over your head. “Who's at the door with you, Sampo? And how long have you guys been standing there?” You ask.

“Uh... Blade, General Jing Yuan, Luocha, Luka, and Gepard are also here with me. Mr. Yang, Caelus, and Dan Heng told us you were getting ready, but he didn't tell us that you and the Aeon of Destruction were getting freaky with each other,” Sampo says nonchalantly.

Luka laughs from behind the door. “I can see why he's called the Aeon of Destruction now,” Luka jokes.

You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your face into Nanook's bare chest. Can someone please end your misery?

"Do you guys think we'll get our turns next?" Sampo whispers.

Nanook raises his eyebrows at Sampo’s question. You peek your head out from underneath the blanket, hoping it won’t be very awkward after you and Nanook take a shower and show up at the Parlor Car. More importantly, you really hope the others don’t tell Mr. Yang, Dan Heng, and Caelus about what they heard.

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Dan Feng's disciple! Reader x Dan Heng IL Synopsis Idea: She tried to stop them from taking him away from her, she really did. But Jingliu and Jing Yuan were quick to stop her. She spent so many nights alone... Until she saw him. The man she loved and would give up her life for. She's not letting him slip away from her this time. Thank you~~❤️

AFTER ALL THIS TIME

PAIRING. dan feng x f!reader; dan heng x f!reader

WORD COUNT. 3,741

SUMMARY. you were the great imbibitor lunae's disciple. he trusted you with his life and you with his. but when the time came, you weren't able to save him. what happens when you run into his reincarnation years down the line?

SOF'S NOTE. i had so much fun writing this!! i wrote it 2 days ago now but i just haven't had the time to post it t-t but i'm finally moved into my new place and managed to squeeze this post in <3 i rly rly enjoyed writing this so i hope y'all enjoy reading!! and special ty to the anon who requested this!! ^-^

The art of cloudhymn magic was difficult to master. Even as a high elder yourself, there were intricacies you could not figure out on your own. But you trained daily, practiced in seclusion, and read all the books passed down from the most renowned masters. 

Each day, your knowledge grew. Your natural talents aided you in perfecting your own personalized form of cloudhymn magic.

Still, Dan Feng noticed flaws in your execution. Movements that should be more precise, patterns that should flow more intricately. You noticed him silently watching you on the vast training grounds. He wasn’t much older than you, yet his magic was already intricately refined— The makings of a leader to the Vidyadharas.

He saw great power within you, he told you in passing as he took you under his wing. There was much you could gain from him, he promised. 

Years went by as you studied under Dan Feng. He has many supporters and people who looked up to him, but he only allowed you as his disciple. You were the only one who could rightfully address him as master. 

As he grew in his status as a member of the High Cloud Quintet and later the Imbibitor Lunae, you too grew in your mastery of cloudhymn magic. You were able to learn Dan Feng’s signature combat skill of deflecting iron, making arrows of most enemies fall flat at your feet. But your skill shined in the illusions you were able to create. Not even the Imbibitor Lunae was as skilled in that art as you. 

Your power grew and as such, Dan Feng recognized you as more of an equal than a disciple. Out of respect for all the teachings he imparted on you, you still called him master. There was no way you would reach your level of strength in this short amount of time without someone like him fostering your talents.

Along the way, you found yourself viewing him as more than your master. When he began treating you as someone who matched his power rather than someone with much to learn, you were able to feel confident in all your abilities.

One late night, Dan Feng took you to his sacred training grounds for a sparring session. He had just returned from a stressful battle and while the casualties were low, they were more than he felt comfortable with. 

“If anything happens to me, at least I will know the Vidyadhara will be in good hands,” Dan Feng commended as you blocked the tip of his spear from grazing the base of your neck. 

You quickly shifted your gears from defending to attacking, knowing if you let Dan Feng get too many attacks in, he would be almost unstoppable. Spinning your spear in your hands, you imbued the weapon with water and launched it directly at your master’s chest. 

A normal man would have fallen dead before even realizing you attacked him, but not the Imbibitor Lunae. He sidestepped, the scene appearing like a mirage due to his speed. 

“Nothing is going to happen to you, master,” you scoffed. “You’re the strongest Vidyadhara alive. Not even I could defeat you in battle.”

He hummed, tapping his spear to the back of your neck, signaling you lost this spar. “Battle is not the only way someone can fall.”

Wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, you sighed, sauntering away from him and back inside his living quarters. “Continuously speaking of your self-proclaimed inevitable downfall is unbecoming of you, master. What would the people think of a disciple who follows someone without faith in his own ability to live?” 

Dan Feng chuckled softly. “A pitiful disciple, is what outsiders would say.” You nodded and he stopped you in your tracks, running his index finger against your jaw. His fingernail dug into the bottom of your chin to lift your head until your burning gaze met his sharp one. “But we never cared much about what outsiders think, did we?” 

You placed your palm against his chest, feeling the detailed fabric of his garments. They were thick yet light, a sign of great craftsmanship that only the highest of elders could afford. You allowed your hands to roam along his body before Dan Feng grabbed your wrist, his long fingers wrapping easily around its circumference. 

He smirked. “Wait until we’re indoors, my beloved.” 

“Yes, master,” you complied with a roll of your eyes before releasing the front of his outwear. You held complete respect for the Imbibitor Lunae, and you revered him as such. But those moments when it was just you and Dan Feng—just you and your partner—you weren’t one to shy away from meeting his biting remarks. 

This night, like many, led to moments of passion on the silken sheets draped over Dan Feng’s mattress. It was a mixture of love, respect, and the intense craving for more. 

Your master, the Imbibitor Lunae, a member of the High Cloud Quintet— Dan Feng was many things. But most importantly, he was yours. 

Until he wasn’t. 

No good thing was meant to last, Dan Feng once said during an endless night of reflection as he laid in bed beside you. Friendships, relationships, entire civilizations, built to be destroyed from the start. 

No good thing was meant to last. But he would fight his damned hardest to ensure they did. 

And for once, his hardest wasn’t enough. 

It was the middle of the night when your living quarters were barged into. You woke with a start and noticed Dan Feng quickly wrapping your robes around your naked body. 

The noises weren’t at the bedroom yet; you heard the thuds from outside and you immediately called for your strongest weapon. Noticing even the slightest of your movements, Dan Feng softly placed his hand on top of yours. Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head. 

Your eyes widened, wanting to ask what he could’ve possibly been thinking. There was a large group of men outside with hostile intent, did he not want to protect himself from an attack? 

“I am going to see what they need,” he said calmly, pulling you into his arms and leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Please, stay here for me.”

A few members of the High Cloud Quintet—Dan Feng’s closest friends that easily became yours as well—were staying at the guest chambers at the Imbibitor Lunae’s invitation. At the commotion outside, Jingliu came in with a groggy look on her face, tired from being woken up, but not an ounce of surprise in her. 

Dan Feng nodded to her and a silent Jing Yuan that filed in behind her. “Jingliu, Jing Yuan… Make sure she stays out of harm’s way.”

“Of course,” promised Jing Yuan, a soft smile painting his lips despite the sad look in his eyes. 

As he spoke, the doors to the bedroom burst open, a trio of Vidyadhara Preceptors breaking down the defenses you and Dan Feng had set. Your spear was in your hand in an instant and you tightened the knot on your robe with your other hand. 

Dan Feng stood straight in high alert, though his expression remained as one of nonchalance and arrogance. “Can I help you?”

Without a single moment spared for niceties, the Cloud Knights charged in to grab the Imbibitor Lunae. The Preceptors sent chains of rope instead of metal to wrap around Dan Feng. Your eyes blazed as you immediately called upon your cloudhymn magic. Water danced around your spear in sharp droplets, and you pointed it directly at the Head Preceptor. 

He narrowed his eyes in your direction. “Stand down, or you will face the same punishment.” 

“That’s only if you can beat us,” you laughed with disdain. Despite the big group, you were certain you and Den Feng had the ability to hold them off together. 

“Don’t,” Jingliu called out, gently placing her hand on your shoulder. “We can’t help him anymore, Y/N. Not after what he did. Don’t get hurt in the crossfire.” 

You knew what Dan Feng had done. For Yingxing. And you both knew the crime he would have to commit to help his best friend, but you never imagined the punishment would be so severe. A crowd of Cloud Knights and even a group of the Vidyadhara Preceptors here, together, all to subdue the Imbibitor Lunae. 

But it didn’t matter the crimes he committed or the consequences he may have incited through his actions. None of it mattered because he was your Dan Feng. Your master and your lover who you would protect with your entire life. 

Unfortunately, Dan Feng seemed to know that, having gotten Jingliu and Jing Yuan here to hold you back.

Before you could move, Jing Yuan held your arm back and prevented you from using your spear. Your eyes widened in shock. 

“Jing Yuan…?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s too late for Dan Feng, but not for you.”

The Cloud Guards briefly turned their attention towards you and the members of the High Cloud Quintet. Their swords raised as they noticed the fire in your eyes. 

Dan Feng snarled when he saw their focus on you. “If you hurt her, you will all pay,” he warned, his voice a low growl that would’ve made an ordinary man quiver. He began to move his arms in a way that could only be described as the start of a cloudhymn spell and in an instant, all eyes were on him. The ropes tightened, restricting his movement in a way that caused immense pain. 

“I love you,” were Dan Feng’s last words as he was forced out of his own estate. “Take care of yourself, my beloved.”

“Why do you speak as if you’re going to be gone?” you cried, refusing to believe someone as strong as your master could be subdued even by a group as large as this. “I’ll come get you—!”

You felt the sharp point of a sword on your neck as you summoned your spear. The nick was only a warning, but it was enough to draw blood. Your eyes widened and you stilled under the mercy of Jingliu’s weapon. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You cannot.”

Feeling helpless and pathetic, all you could do was fight to not lose consciousness as Jingliu swiftly knocked you out. 

Your eyes drifted open and shut, your hand that was wrapped around your spear instantly loosened and the weapon that contained so much power fell at your side like a dull needle. 

The next time you woke, you were at your own residence. You had left this place to have a sanctuary with Dan Feng. Your sanctuary that was invaded, attacked, and taken from you. 

You went back on forth between two states of mind. One was complete and utter numbness at the loss you suffered. The other was uncontrollable pain and sadness. 

You spent your days and nights crying, refusing to see a single soul. You turned your meals away even when your loved ones begged you to take a bite. There was a hole in your heart at the thought of your master’s punishment. 

In your eyes, Dan Feng’s own best friends betrayed him, betrayed you. And after that night, you knew you would never want to be in contact with any of them again. 

To save a life, to save a friend who no longer regarded Dan Feng in the same light… You never could have imagined the punishment would be forced reincarnation. 

Uncontrollable sobs racked through your body, throat hoarse from the amount of crying you’ve done for weeks straight. It wasn’t only forced reincarnation, but also torture and imprisonment you knew he was facing. 

You had the strongest Vidyadhara alive as a master, yet you failed to learn enough to save him. When it mattered most, you couldn’t help.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Those thoughts ate you alive before you were able to finally continue on with your life. 

You were no longer a Xianzhou resident. You refused the help the Vidyadhara with any advances in medicine and combat, keeping any profound knowledge of cloudhymn magic that Dan Feng shared only with you to yourself. The Preceptors couldn’t be trusted with anymore power. They had made themselves and enemy to you. As did the Cloud Knights, and inadvertently, the Cloud Knight General himself. 

Still, you tried not to let the hatred consume you. Vengeance would only breed insanity. Your mind would be consumed with sorrow and pain and you would never be able to heal. 

Dan Feng wouldn’t want that. 

You had to continue to live, for the both of you. 

Using your privilege as a Vidyadhara, you were able to travel around to different planets with relative ease. There were so many things to experience, such beautiful things to see—when you weren’t tangled in constant politics and battles. Your only wish was that Dan Feng was here to explore the universe with you. 

There were places where he didn’t need to have the pressure of the world on his shoulders. He wouldn’t be Imbibitor Lunae. He wouldn’t be a member of the famous High Cloud Quintet. Instead, he would just be Dan Feng, and you would get to explore the world as such. 

You wondered if his transition into the modern world would have been as smooth as yours. As you reminisced about your past, a nostalgic smile formed on your face. 

As you walked around this new city, you stared up at the flurries of pink and purple in the sky. The scenery was amazing here. With vast bodies of water and a bustling area of commerce and entertainment on the shorelines, you couldn’t help but look around in awe. Amidst your sightseeing, you felt yourself run into someone, dropping the map you held in your hands. 

“Oh!” you gasped in surprise. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going. I apologize.” 

“I wasn’t looking either,” the stranger said in response, picking the paper map up for you before the wind could sweep it away. “Here you go.”

As he handed you your belongings, you finally managed to get a good look at his face. Surprised by what you saw—what you felt—you accidentally dropped the map once more. 

The man gaped at you before hesitantly reaching down to pick up your map once more. This time, he held it instead of giving it back.

“Would you like your map back?” he asked slowly, this expression unsure.

The memories of the past slammed into you as you looked into his turquoise eyes. The bright green burned into yours. This man in front of you did not have the characteristics of a Vidyadhara. He did not don horns, a tail, or sharp ears like he once did. But there was no doubt in your mind— This was Dan Feng. At least, the person that emerged from Dan Feng’s forced reincarnation.

Tears started flowing down your face as you wondered what to say. Should you even say anything? You didn’t want to lose him again, but you wondered if the man in front of you would even want to get to know you. Dan Feng was a high elder, a powerful one at that. This man must’ve had some dreams about his past life— What if they were bad? What if they were all of the punishment? The crime? What if no part of him remembered you?

As you stood there, stuck in your thoughts, you noticed the stranger staring at the horns on top of your head. Then, at your tears. 

Without saying a word, he seemed to understand. “I’m not him.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you felt choked up. You knew that. Of course a reincarnation wouldn’t be your Dan Feng. But would it be close enough? 

Shaking your head, you scolded yourself internally. This man is not Dan Feng, he said so himself. And it would be twisted to project the qualities of your lover onto him without even getting the chance to know him.

“I know,” you said sadly, a disdainful smile on your face. “I just…sensed some of him in you.”

He nodded, a guarded look on his face despite the tilt of curiosity from his neck.“What were you to him?”

You smiled sadly, clutching the map in your hands and relaxing again. “His disciple. A close friend,” you said. You gazed into his eyes with an unwavering look. “His partner.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking around the area. You were at the beachside with patches of sand, grass, and pavement lining the ground. “Would you like to sit somewhere and talk?”

Deciding it would be rather tiring for you to stand and talk all day, you agreed with his suggestion. Silently, you walked over to the sand with Dan Feng’s reincarnation in tow and took a seat. The ground was warm and soft as you ran your fingers through the rocky granules.

As you watched the waves crash against the shore, you felt your body relax. Cloudhymn magic often   well with the element, and you found you had a natural affinity towards it yourself. 

After a few moments passed, you figured that, since he wasn’t Dan Feng, it would be rather rude of you not to introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He gazed out into the water before turning his head to you. “Dan Heng.”

Although you attempted to hide your amused grin, you felt the corners of your mouth lifting upwards. “Creative.”

He shrugged, fighting off a smile of his own.

“So, Dan Heng… Do you remember anything about your past life?”

“Some things,” he admitted, resting a palm on the sand behind his back. “None of them are good.”

You frowned. There was no doubt you blamed the Preceptors for that. Dan Feng lived years and years of life, love, and even sorrow. But for his reincarnation to only know him as something negative? That didn’t sit well with you. 

“Although, I have to wonder,” he continued, gazing at you with an inquisitive look in his eyes, “if he was capable of love and partnership, could he be more than the arrogant criminal my memories have painted him out to be?”

You softened. Any hatred he felt towards Dan Feng wasn’t his fault. And he was certainly struggling as Dan Feng’s reincarnation. 

“He was certainly more than a criminal,” you promised. “More than the Imbibitor Lunae, even. Dan Feng was a real person who experiences emotions and feelings, like any other.” 

Dan Heng’s brows furrowed, but he said nothing. 

“If you want to learn more about him, I’ll always be here for you to ask.”

“And if I don’t?” 

You smiled sadly. “As much as that pains me, it’s your right. Each Vidyadhara can choose how much of their past they want to remember or embrace— Or if they want to start anew completely.”

“I do.”

A long exhale escaped your mouth as thoughts of your past filled your memories. You made no mistake— The man in front of you was not Dan Feng. Dan Feng was deceased, and holding on to any hope would only be futile and lead to more main. 

Instead, the man in front of you was Dan Heng, a reincarnation of Dan Feng. A Vidyadhara who deliberately chose to not incorporate his past life into his current. And that was okay.

“I am remorseful,” you admitted. Dan Heng nodded in understanding. “However, I am comforted knowing his reincarnation is here, and he looks happy. Dan Feng would be happy for you.”

He laughed quietly. “I find that hard to believe.”

You gave him a look. “You don’t know him like I do.” 

“Yes, you’re right.” 

Dan Heng sighed in contemplation, conflict evident in his expression. You weren’t sure what exactly what he was thinking, but you sensed deep turmoil within him. It was only natural, you assumed, after something he had such conviction for was shaken at its very foundation. 

“Do you want to board the Astral Express with me?” he asked hesitantly. 

You blinked at the sudden question. “Pardon?”

“Sorry,” said Dan Heng, clearing his throat. “That was impulsive.” He paused before continuing. “From talking to you, I gathered that maybe you’re being held back by your past, too.”

Your eyes widened in surprised. You didn’t except him to be so blunt. Perhaps he had some similarities to Dan Feng after all. 

“If you’re lost or want a place to call home, maybe you can pay it a visit,” he offered nonchalantly. “We travel the universe and occasionally assist some planets. I have a feeling you’d like it.”

The Astral Express? You wondered how a place like that would be. For so long, you’ve been traveling alone, avoiding the Xianzhou and even some Vidyadhara who might know of your existence as Dan Feng’s disciple and lover. 

A part of you longed for a social connection again— A place to belong. 

After some thinking, you asked, “Do you want me there?” 

“Yes— As Dan Heng though,” he reminded firmly. “Not Dan Feng.”

You laughed in amusement. “Good. I’m interested in getting to know your new life, Dan Heng,” you said, extending your hand out for him to shake. “Thank you for inviting me in.”

He took it gently, his hand lingering on yours even after the handshake was over. “Maybe you can tell me more about Dan Feng once we arrive at the Express. The parts that aren’t so bad.”

The look on his face told you he was genuine. You smiled. “I’d love that.”

Understanding passed between the two of you as you sat there in contentment. The wind whirled around you and the steady sound of the waves soothed your soul. 

“I want to learn about Dan Feng’s life,” concluded Dan Heng, unwavering. “Still, I think it is best if we look forward to making new memories of our own more.”

You nodded in quiet agreement, eyes never leaving his. 

The past was something you held near and dear to your heart. Dan Feng was someone you would always love and respect. But perhaps the future would have more in store for you, if you only allowed it. 

And as Dan Heng smiled his small smile and offered you a hand up from the sand, you thought, This time, you would. 

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content: suggestive, making out, stupid silly sweet

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on a sunny day, on a sunny planet, dan heng kisses you. 

you don’t think much about how it started, or the reasons behind it, or where you even are. march is surveying the town for something-or-other, and you had responsibilities to fulfill. but if dan heng finds that there’s no problem putting those off, then neither do you. 

if your memory serves you right (which it never does, evidently), you were both taking a break at some nice outdoor cafe. you held a cup of something warm and sweet in your hands and dan heng stared at you with syrupy eyes and twitching hands and lips that parted but never said anything. and you remember asking him dan heng, what is it? and suddenly your drink was on the table, barely touched, and both his hands reached for yours as he stood up and led you both away. 

the thumping of your heart hasn’t subsided since then. not even now, when you’re cornering dan heng against the wall of a dimly-lit alleyway and kissing the corner of his mouth with a sick intensity. 

he’d pulled you against him—not pushed, pulled, like a yearning man, like a man who had starved for twenty days and twenty nights and found his one salvation in you. it must be such a cliche, really, but you didn’t really care about how corny you were being when he was kissing you and begging you please, please, please.

ridiculous. you would’ve kissed him by noon if he hadn’t done it first. 

you could worry about semantics later. things like, are we partners? are we dating? will you kiss me in every alleyway we pass from now on? did you like the way i squeezed your arm and kissed your cheek and laughed against your jaw? those weren’t top priority anymore. 

what is priority is the way his fingers clutch at your shoulders, pressing half-bruises into your skin as he tells you thank you, ah, thank you.

you don’t think too hard about how insane this feels, to have someone so cold and sarcastic and closed off pulling at you like this. asking you so kindly, wanting you so genuinely. you don’t think about it. not at all. 

when you tell him, “maybe we should find march,” he asks, “do you want to?” and you can’t respond because you’re too embarrassed to admit that the answer is no. you’d much rather kiss the flush of red on his ear and bite his cheek and kiss his jaw and maybe trace the skin of his stomach. maybe. just a little. 

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Blade's Edge

Pairing: Blade x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, enemies to enemies who flirt, kissing, grinding, aphrodisiacs, very suggestive, arrested!Blade

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: This was commissioned! Short and kind of sweet but also hella suggestive cause its Blade.

The sound of rustling handcuffs drew you to his cell. He sat in darkness, unbothered by you glaring at him. The only light was his eyes shining at you. "Captain. To what do I owe this immense pleasure?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, nodding at the other guards to leave. You knew he wouldn't tell you anything with them around, maybe even alone. Blade was a stubborn man and if he allowed himself to get captured by your squad then he must want something. Often something involving you.

Blade smirked at you as you stepped into his cell, as you approached him and tilted his chin with your fingers. "You look smug for someone in handcuffs." You kept your eyes on him, you knew he might try to get out but not before he got whatever it is he's after this time. His goals are all that mattered to him.

"Yes, well, it's not like I hate wearing him. I could go for better accommodations if I'm gonna give you some much needed information. I know you and yours have been running yourselves in circles lately. It was actually quite fun to see at first. Now it's just sad." He mocked you with that cocky smirk of his. With every word you got more and more angry. The worst thing was that Blade had a point.

"And what do you want in return? Surely you're not here out of the goodness of your heart."

"What heart?" Blade chuckled, his voice dripping with a tone that was both sadistic and seductive. Dangerous. "I could do it for... hm what's a good price. Perhaps a small kiss?"

Your hand twitched with the urge to slap him for even suggesting such a thing.

"You can pretend all you wish. I have seen how you look at me when we fight. You were probably looking for an excuse to put me in handcuffs. Have me tied up and at your mercy. From where I'm sitting you could fuck-" You grabbed a handful of his shockingly soft hair and kissed him. If one kiss would give you what you needed then it wasn't a big price to pay.

So why did you sit in his lap. Why did you open your mouth when he licked into it, why did... why did he taste so good. Your eyes widened when you recognized the sweet taste of an aphrodisiac. Fuck.

"Bastard. How are you not effected?" Your head was already getting dizzy, your hips moving in his lap, looking for friction and release.

"Call it natural immunity. I can't exactly have you follow me when I get out of here now can I? I'm only a messenger but that doesn't mean I won't have with you, Captain." Blade pushed upwards, your moans muffled by his lips, his taste and scent making you push forward, to pull at his uniform. You didn't realize he was shifting with his hands you only registered the hard feeling of the chair against your back and his hips pushing your legs apart, "If anyone were to see this what would they think? Their Captain spreading her legs for me? And I haven't even taken your clothes off yet."

At this rate he wouldn't have to take your clothes off.

Blade mumbled something in your ear. Perhaps the information he promised? Or did he call you names? Maybe something about Kafka? You didn't know. Your name was swimming in a sea of pleasure, your legs locking tight around him before relaxing.

"Thank you very much for your time Captain. I look forward to our next meeting." His lips ghosted against yours one last time before your vision turned black, the last thing you saw being his back, and the next thing being the worried and confused faces of your team.

"That motherfucker." You could practically hear him laughing in your ear. Shit. You were still sensitive if even that managed to make you clench your legs.

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Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! I uploaded this from ao3, so apologies if the formatting is rubbish. If you'd prefer to check it out from there then my user is archonadeptus. Please be kind and thank you!

Warnings: Possible suggestive themes. Caelus has uncontrolled daydreams. Posessive Dan Heng.

Chapter One - … Are my concerns.

"Caelus…" His golden eyes remained glazed over and unfocused, thousands of thoughts behind those empty eyes. "Caelus?" Dan hengs hand gently gripped his shoulder, attempting to jostle the younger out of his thoughts. Silence still followed, it felt heavy in the air. His hand gripped a little harder, worry now being etched onto his features. How was it so difficult to wake somebody from what appeared to be a momentary space out?

Shaking him a little, he moved to stand in front of him and ended up cupping his cheeks to try and get his eyes to focus on him. "Caelus, please. Wake up now." Dan Heng held his breath for a moment, worried that anything could stop him from waking up and out of whatever this is. It took a few moments more, but his golden eyes soon began to flutter shut and open again. His pupils contracted, returning to normal as he gathered his surroundings back in and exhaled.

"Oh. Dan Heng?" The older took a sigh of relief, exhaling and letting go of his face despite deep down something in him longing to stay. "When did you get here?" Did he not just realise that he was completely zoned out?

"I've been here for a bit. I came to get you, Pom-pom asked for your assistance." Caelus seemed visibly confused when he said he had been here for a little already; so he truly was out of it then. "But you seemed to be… daydreaming? Are you okay? Do you feel unwell perhaps?" His hand soon found itself back on Caeluses forehead checking his temperature. His eyes narrowed a little when he saw his cheeks heat up, a gentle shade of pink dusting his cheeks suddenly. Hm, funny. Could this be the start of a fever?

"Ah, no. I'm okay, sorry." He took a step back causing Dan Heng to lower his hand a little hesitantly. "It just happens sometimes. I-ill go see Pom-pom. Thank you for letting me know!" With that, he made his exit into the Parlor Car leaving Dan Heng within the hallway. Maybe he was a little stressed, after all a lot had happened to him lately. Caelus is a kind soul, a little too kind really. Running around for people non stop, working hard on other people's requests, protecting everyone and once dying for them only to be revived stronger. The memory still causes him to shake, throat going dry along with the sudden inability to swallow. No, we won't think of that today. Not when he is fine and well and right in there. Taking a breath in, he followed the previous steps that Caelus took to the parlour car, a little curious on what Pom-pom needed him for.

"So I'll just ensure the supplies arrive?" The trailblazers voice reached his ears as he stepped through, deciding to sit comfortably whilst waiting. It wasn't that he was eavesdropping per say, it was just that he wanted to ensure Caelus wasn't pushing himself especially with his suspicion that he may be getting a fever.

"Mhm yup! Thanks Caelus!!! This is why you're Pom-Pom's favourite!" A light chuckle came from the younger as he reached down to pat Pom-Pom's head. They only really allowed Caelus to get away with that, despite a pout occasionally.

"That's okay. I'll always be here if you need me." A light pause came before he stood back up straight and stretched. "Well I'll be off then! Better to do it now." Dan Heng immediately stood, going toward Caelus. "Oh hey! Are you coming too?" The little tilt of his head could have made his static expression melt then and there. He reminded him of Peppy, the little pup of Astas whenever he did that.

"If you'll have me then of course." Dan Heng kept his arms firmly folded over his chest, eyes staying upon his golden ones as Pom-pom rolled their eyes and moved away.

"Always! But are you sure you want to come? It's just a basic supply run kinda thing." Caelus shoved his hands into his pockets, mindlessly moving his foot around, eyes cast downward as if he were shy. Pom-Pom rather dramatically sighed before turning back around to face them both a little further away.

"Both of you go! Please! For the love of-"

"Now now, that's enough Pom-Pom~" Himeko from the far sofa spoke, grinning as she read through her book. Caelus jolts, focused back on the task and nodding quickly.

"Right Pom-pom! Sorry!" Dan Heng also utters a light apology, coughing a little into his fist as a blush dusts his cheeks.

"Right then, shall we go?"

Both stay quiet until they leave the Astral Express, Caelus immediately stretching and beginning to walk the way. He hadn't really been alive… Or would the word be conscious? Regardless, he hadn't been either for long. What has it been? A matter of months now? Despite the connection between them all being strong like a family already. And somehow, despite the few months he had known Caelus - the dragon within him knew that he was the one. That Caelus was his and his alone. Though that feeling of possessiveness was something Dan Heng tried to push down, he didn't want to frighten him; he decided a while ago that he would pursue the 'normal' courting method that humans tend to lean toward and not the dragonic instincts that claw at his throat.

"Dan Heng?" That gentle honey coated voice he had grown to adore pulled him out of his thoughts, gaze immediately returning to him rather than the floor.

"Ah, my apologies, Caelus. Were you saying something?" Caelus began to fiddle with his sleeves a little and shook his head, continuing to lead the way through the larger halls of the space station.

"No, I just got worried. You seemed… Uhm-" Dan Heng chuckled a little bit, amused by Caelus trying to think of the correct word.

"Spaced out? Dazed? Stuck in my thoughts? Yes. You're right, I apologise." He drew in a breath as Caelus registered the terms. "I was just thinking about a few things."

"Is that what it's called?" Caelus ignored his curiosity to what Dan Heng was thinking about, his desperacy to discover the right term seemed to outweigh that.

"Hm? Spacing out?"

"Yes… I think. When you're suddenly not like where you were anymore? You're somewhere completely different and you can think of anything you want and you'll be there. You know like uhm-"

"Ah. Daydreaming." The younger's eyes lit up, the word finally feeling right. "Is that what happened earlier? When you seemed unresponsive to my calls of your name?" He simply nodded, gazing away and tugging at his own sleeve a little more. "Does it happen often?" Caelus nodded once more, eyes meeting him finally. Dan Heng found it difficult not to melt right there and then at such an innocent gaze.

"Yeah… I- ever since I woke up I keep… Daydreaming. It happens when I don't want to, and it's making things difficult sometimes I just go on auto pilot and-" Dan Heng soon grew worried at the rambling, the younger now borderline panicking. Dan Heng took his hand, gently bringing him into a quiet storage space and crouching down with him."Breathe, Caelus." He began to rub soothing circles onto his hand, trying not to overwhelm him. "I'm here, I promise it's okay. It's understandable you've been daydreaming like that - a lot has happened to you in such a short amount of time." Tears were now brimming at his golden eyes threatening to fall. Dan Hengs mind was screaming at him to comfort what was his - but he shoved the intense sensation away as much as he could. "Look at me, Caelus, focus on me. I will keep you safe okay? It's okay to have these daydreams, we will all keep an eye on them for you, yes?" Caelus nodded, sniffling and rubbing his eyes a little harshly. At this, Dan Heng moved his hands away from his eyes and instead gently wiped away the tears that had fallen. "Be gentle with yourself, okay? After this task for Pom-Pom, I want you to relax until our next destination, okay?"

"I can't, I'll be useless. I- you've all already taken me in, I need to show that I'm capable and-" A finger was now against his lips.

"Caelus you make this very difficult." He gave him a light glare, though he could tell it was playful and not at all very threatening but it was enough to keep him quiet for now. "You do so much for us all, you saved March don't you remember? You've saved so many people and helped Jarilo-VI so much. Not to mention the recent events in Xianzhou Luofu. Please give yourself a break. I assure you that you need it and deserve it and the express will be so over the moon to see you taking that break and finally relaxing." The tears had slowed, now a light smile was playing on his lips.

"Will it really make them happy?" Dan Heng sighed, crossing his arms back over his chest but his gaze remained gentle.

"Yes, it will. But I want you to do this for yourself too Caelus. Now come, let's get this over with yes?" Reaching his hand out, Caelus didn't hesitate to take it. Once stood, Dan Heng gently wiped away the rest of the tears if any remained and once ready - they both left and continued the task at hand which shockingly was a lot more tiresome than he first thought. Everyone seemed to want Caelus to do something for him, even his phone had a few notifications of a few requests. "Do they ever leave you alone and allow you to rest?" Dan Hengs voice cut through his focus as he hummed a little in thought. "If you're asking if every day is like this then yes. But it's okay, I promised I'd help." There he goes again, his mate- ahem, friend being more than kind to anybody he crossed paths with. Though it was adorable to see, it angered him that people weren't giving him even a moment to breathe. I mean, it had to be a joke of Some sort? Yes, Pom-Poms request was fine, but somehow it got them both wrapped up in a love story of some sort? Honestly, why can't people communicate? And then that turned into another thing before they reached their current predicament which was finding Peppy. Somehow, Asta got preoccupied and Peppy wandered off. Now Caelus is beneath a table crawling around trying to coax her out whilst Dan Heng watches in between his own search despite looking around a little less than eager. Caelus however continues to Crawl across the room, peeking under tables and the chairs. Once his eyes zoned in on the modern looking trash can and he began to stand to go and rummage through it, Dan Heng decided to step in no matter how he almost swayed to let him because of that happy shine within his eyes.

"No, Caelus." The words were simple, but the way Caelus immediately dropped back down to his knees with a pout was enough to shake the recently woken dragon within him.

'Our mate. Look how well he responds to our command. Look how he listens so prettily...' Dan Heng shook his head immediately trying to rid of those thoughts, that voice - the urge that was barely being held at bay. Caelus blinked up at Dan Heng, a pout still evident upon his face. "We already spoke about this, didn't we?"

"Yeah... It's dirty. Sorry, Dan Heng." A slight smile fell on his lips at how sheepish the younger's behaviour was.

"Don't apologise. Let's keep looking, yes?" A while later, they had finally found Peppy who had found a rather nice corner to sleep in undisturbed only for its rest to be disturbed by an overly affectionate trailblazer. Soft words were continuously being spilled from his lips as his fingertips fluffed the soft fur, gliding through to hear the cute barks from the small puppy. Dan Heng waited awhile, not wishing to rush him either as he was truly smiling and for once free of any concerns. Though, with time seemed to grow jealousy to Dan Hengs shock. The dragon within him seemed to growl a little as after all that attention should be on him and him only. 'Look at that gorgeous smile and those sweet words. That should be for us.'

"Uhm, Dan Heng? Are you okay?" His eyes snapped upward, meeting the golden ones that held so much concern for him. Wait, did he growl outwardly? The low sound confused that as he gasped and cleared his throat.

"I- uhm, sorry. Ignore that." Turning his face away, heat rose to his cheeks and he missed the way that Caelus knowingly laughed a little.

"Come on, Peppy, I'm sure Asta is waiting for you. Right Dan Heng?" Caelus was about to scoop Peppy up, but instead they decided to lead the way with Caelus chasing after it, gripping Dan Hengs sleeve in a last second decision. He couldn't help but laugh at Dan Hengs confused face as they continued to run through Hertas space station trying to avoid any of her puppets as neither of them are exactly in the mood to get scolded for running and being a little reckless.

"You found Peppy!" After a bit of running, they finally arrived back with a very eager Peppy nuzzling against Asta who didn't hesitate to lift them up and snuggle them. "Thanks you two! Oh where did you go my lovely?" Asta proceeded to melt over Peppy as Caelus filled her in.

"Peppy was taking a nap actually! You were all snuggled up weren't you bud?" Dan Heng was subconsciously biting his lip in irritation, he was reaching the limit on how much of Caeluses time he could share. In all honesty though he had reached that limit a long while ago.

"Awh you were huh? Well thank you both again. Here! Take this as well." As Asta shoved over a handful of credits they heard ArIan call out from a bit away who appeared to be rapidly approaching at the sight of her passing a ton of Credits away.

"Miss Asta!" The warning tone didn't go unnoticed by her as she panicked a little.

"Ah, quick take them and go! Believe me I have much more and you deserve it!" Dan Heng didn't hesitate to nod and bid a quick farewell to her and reach for his hand. Human courting be damned for the day! He swears he could no longer share Caelus with anybody else. Once he felt the familiar warmth of his hand within his own, he began to walk with him back toward the express with a newfound determination. Dan Heng hadn't forgotten about the earlier concern over the possibility of his Caelus having a fever either, so that was all the more reason to get him home and in his nest safe. No other motive at all - he just wanted him safe and under his protection. Caelus had given a gentle squeeze to his hand which was immediately comforting, though that was soon shattered by the call of his mates name.

"Caelus! Caelus!" The voice was already beyond irritating, everything was just so bothersome. "I'm sorry to bother you but can I please ask for a favour!" Caelus gave that sweet apologetic smile to him before taking a breath about to utter his response which Dan Heng presumed would be the usual ' Yes' followed by 'what do you need?'.

"Ye-" Callus began before Dan Heng gave a light squeeze to his hand and took the responsibility of responding for him.

"No. We must take our leave now." They soon began their rather rushed walk back to the express with Dan Heng ignoring the person's pleas to assist them on another basic and meaningless task that could easily be handled alone. He paid no mind as Caelus threw an apologetic glance over his shoulder as they finally made it back to the express. The familiar sound of the door shutting behind them shouldn't have been as comforting as it was.

"Ah, Dan Heng-'' It was quiet apart from his gentle voice, that was the only sound that truly soothed him besides complete silence. "I'm sorry I dragged you around all day doing all of that work I wasn't thinking. I promise you didn't have to stick with me! I'm really sorry for bothering you so much." That soft tone in his voice tore at his heart, he didn't upset him once. It was only the idiots asking too much of his mate and not once giving him a moment's rest.

"You didn't upset me, I promise. If anything, I prefer your company no matter what it is we're doing." That all too familiar shade of red creeped up his beloved's cheeks at his words. "Please do not apologise. I am only angry at people who continue to get you to do all of their work. You're too kind hearted." Dan Heng didn't once let go of his hand, noting that the express was thankfully quiet meaning everybody had gone out.

"I don't mind. It makes them happy! Besides, it means you guys won't be bothered either." Dan Heng couldn't help but chuckle at his response, glad to be finally reaching the archives that was still dubbed as Dan Hengs room.

"Again, you're too kind, Caelus. Now come and relax with me, you won't be disturbed here." Any protests the younger had rapidly died in his throat as he was pulled into the room. Dan Heng went over to where the singular blanket and pillow were kept and began to mumble under his breath.

"This won't do. Wait for me here okay? Get comfortable." Caelus could only dumbly nod as Dan Heng rushed out of the room. Now he was alone, he could finally feel his heart starting to calm down. He couldn't help but always feel his cheeks heat up and heart rapidly speed up in his presence. He did go to Himeko about it once, fearing he may be unwell but she was quick to reassure him and comfort him whilst explaining that what he described sounded a lot like love. He loved Dan Heng. Upon the realisation, or epiphany as March would have worded it if she knew, he grew embarrassed and left the room at the time. Now though… Now maybe it was okay to indulge in this feeling more.

Gazing back at the blankets, he noticed how heavily the room smelled of Dan Heng, it made him feel so warm and safe. Nothing could get him here, he was protected. Crouching down, he allowed himself to wrap the blanket around himself and breathe the scent in while settling on cuddling the pillow rather protectively against his chest. He felt his eyes flutter shut and the feeling of all of the stress accumulated from his journey thus far melt away. Being too busy breathing in the comforting scent of Dan Heng, he didn't hear the door once again open and this time lock behind the other. Blankets, pillows and spare clothes belonging to Dan Heng were bundled in the olders arms. Caelus also missed the low sound of what resembled a purr coming from his chest at the sight of his mate wrapped in what was his and no longer smelling of anyone else's scent.

"Oh my mate, how perfect you look wrapped in what's mine." The trailblazers eyes blinked open, tilting his head to the side like a puppy would.

"Hm? Mate?" His voice was heavy with sleep, something Dan Heng seemed to adore despite all rationality leaving his head upon seeing Caelus so safe and warm in what belonged to the dragon. Ah yes, he forgot Caelus wouldn't realise what that term meant. What a perfect teaching moment.

"Yes, mate." He paused, making his way over and beginning to delicately position the materials he obtained from his other room. "You know I'm a Vidyadhara, yes? In your terms, a 'dragon'?" Another cute nod followed, ashen toned strands of hair falling over those golden orbs. Dan Heng didn't hesitate to reach out and brush them away as he continued to speak. "You are my mate, my beloved, my treasure, and I intend to keep you here safe and sound where I can completely dote upon you and only you. My dragon has chosen you, Caelus. You are mine." The silence would be worrying to some, but Dan Heng saw Caelus was thinking like before. "Come back to me, my love. What's going on behind those eyes of yours?" A blush and three words confirmed what they were.

"I love you."

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hi..may I request for a sub amab reader with Kafka short fic? I’m so down bad for this woman the list of things i want her to do to me

Teeth (Kafka x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Being seen with her out in public is somewhat of a spectacle. 

  She always looks so put together. Always speaks so elegantly. So refined. And the people who love her, love her. Need her. Cherish her. And you know it all too well that people look up to her. Bow down to her. Adore her. Worship her. Hang off their seats, listening to every word that passes through her lips. Vie for her affection. Her attention. A look. A passing glance- anything. And you used to be like them. You used to be like those people. Beggars. Needy, little beggars. Hoping for something that would never happen. Hoping for something that they never will deserve. Never.

  But then she chose you. And you became more than who you used to be.

  “Aww, is that your new man? You really did a number on his neck. Maybe you should leave some in other places~”

  So much more.

  But at the mention of the mess of hickies now littering your neck, you can’t help but feel yourself growing flustered. You turn your head away from the girl whose name you’re sure is somewhere in the far corners of your mind- another Stellaron Hunter Kafka works closely with- and cast your gaze down to your shoes quickly. The skin of your neck still feels a little raw. And you can only imagine the purple and reddish marks decorating your flesh are a little bit off-putting to those who exist outside of your relationship. But truly- your mind is just burning with the memories of how these latest ones appeared on you.

  Her locking the door behind you as you enter her room. Her pushing you up against the wall. Tilting your head and pressing kiss after kiss to your lips until they were as swollen. Stealing breath after breath of air from you and your lungs as you fill the room with pathetic sounds. Whimpers and whines. Words of praise. All so she can pull always and attach her mouth to your neck as her hand buckles your belt and reaches down inside of you-

  “Careful now…” Comes a purr. It’s her voice- Kafka’s voice that breaks you out of your daze a second before her hand reaches out to you. It cups your chin. Fingers slender and elegant, yet grip strong and firm as she guides your gaze away from your shoes and directs your eyes to focus on her and her alone. “...he’s easily excitable. If you don’t watch what you say, I might have to miss our meeting and go take care of him instead.”

  You swallow thickly out of pure instinct. Her words are loaded with a meaning that doesn’t take you too long to figure out. A meaning that’s hot and heavy and makes the blood in your body start to heat up to new heights. And through it all, you don’t miss the way her tongue darts out and slowly swipes at her own lips as she eyes your neck hungrily. You don’t miss how it seems like just about everyone in the room is now looking at the two of you with building interest either. Some might be amazed. Some might be disgusted. Some might even start to feel hungry. Hungry for a show. Or even eager. To be in your position. To be in her grasp. And if you were them- you know you feel the exact same way. The exact same way.

  But you aren’t. You aren’t them.

  That’s why you’re not boiling in rage right now. That’s why you’re not simmering in disgust. Because you aren’t them.

  But you are closing your eyes. And you are parting your lips. And you are leaning into her touch with a whimper as her lips find that sensitive spot on your neck and bite down. And in this moment? You’re just as powerless as anyone else. You can’t stop her. Or it that you don’t want her to stop. You just find it easier to give in to her silent commands and unspoken demands. Or is it that you want to? That you want this? 

  Who are you kidding? You always wanted this. You always wanted her. And now you have her. Or rather, now she has you.

  Because it’s her that’s standing you up and walking you backward to the nearest wall you both can kind. It’s her whose lips are sucking new hickies over the old ones in a room full of her colleagues- other Stellaron hunters. It’s Kafka who is choosing to ignore the unpleasant mutters and whispers of her display. And it’s Kafka who is choosing to be egged on by the more heated murmurs. What are they saying? What are they telling her to do? You don’t know. You just don’t. You couldn’t know.

  Because it’s you who can’t do anything but whimper and whine and moan pathetically as your woman presses her body against yours in all the right places. It’s you who can’t think in the moment- only feel, feel, feel. Her as she showcases her power over you. Over the room. Her as she uses you. Her as she teases you. Reminding you of the promise (or possibly even the prophecy at this rate) that she spoke of earlier. 

  That she would leave this meaning if you got too needy. Too messy. Too whiny. Too useless. 

  That she would leave this meeting just to take care of you.

  But you shouldn’t complain. You shouldn’t even think of anything besides how much you love her. Of how much you love this. Truly, truly. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you always wanted despite knowing in your heart that it could never come true. But now it is true. She picked you. Out of everyone- she picked you.

  And you live with the consequences. You live with the thrill of it. The rules and requirements of it too. Because being seen with her out in public is always a spectacle. Always.

  Because she doesn’t just let everyone know that you’re taken. She lets everyone know that you’re owned. That you’re leashed. That you’re hers. 

  And that’s all you’ll ever be again. 

[yaesnovels]

— love me like you do 

cw; jealous!jing yuan, unprotected sex, semi - public sex (in his office), teasing, gentle yet firm jing yuan, baby / pregnancy talk 

important; reader is referred to as: wife, princess, dear, sweetheart, as well as usage of she/her pronouns once or twice 

note; i promise i'll get to my requests now lmao, just had to get the horny out of my system with me being suddenly so comfortable with writing for star rail characters.

wc; ~2.500

“dear, can you come to my office real quick? i … need some help with some documents.” 

the excuse jing yuan put out there was probably the most unbelievable one he could ever have come up with. help with documents? please, he was always known to never need any sort of help with any work related stuff. you rolled your eyes at his obvious attempt to get you into his office for something that is clearly not work related. 

“what’s up?”, you asked him once you closed the door behind you, as he opened up his arms, so that you could come to him and give him a hug. the way he made you feel absolutely comfortable sitting on his lap despite being in his office at the commission made your heart flutter – you simply never thought to be able to relax this much being here instead of the comfort of your home. 

“nothin’ really. just missed you”, he grumbled, softly stroking through your hair as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “is it wrong of me to miss my beautiful wife?” 

you giggled, head leaning on his shoulder as he slowly caressed his way down to your ass, hand gently massaging over the clothed skin… before he suddenly slapped your ass, making you squeal in surprise. 

“what the…? what’s wrong?!”, you asked him, heart racing in shock, voice rising a couple of octaves in surprise.. 

“mhm, nothing, dear. however, shouldn’t i be the one asking that question?”

you were absolutely confused about what was going on – you couldn’t remember a thing you possibly did wrong. 

“so, what was going on with you and that trailblazer from the astral express, hm? dan heng, wasn’t it? you were quite close with him throughout their stay, dear”, he expressed his problem; finally it all clicked. 

you just had tried to be a good host for your guests of the express; after all, they were the ones helping on xianzhou without asking anything in return. after the situation had been cleared, jing yuan had invited the trailblazers to stay over and rest properly before they would go on their way to continue on with their travels. 

you just didn’t realize that you had been spending an awfully lot of time with dan heng, who shared some of his very detailed notes about previous travels he made with the express after you asked him for some. you had always been curious about the world outside of xianzhou and the fact that dan heng had such a detailed databank filled with notes and memoirs had you impressed. 

they had left only yesterday so it kind of made sense why he only brought it up now. 

“i was just trying to be a good host, jing yuan. that’s all, i promise”, you replied, “were you jealous?” 

you couldn’t help the giggle, just finding it very adorable that a powerful man like jing yuan and your husband of many years still managed to find moments where he felt jealous and protective over you. only little did you know that he was planning on showing off who you really belong to, even if his so-called competition was already on another planet. 

“what if i was, dear? isn’t it normal for me to be protective of my gorgeous wife? i have many enemies, darling, it’s an instinct of mine”, he chuckled before he lifted you up onto his desk, standing right between your legs which you instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

you softly brushed a strand of hair out of his face. “i’m not saying anything against that. in fact, i find it endearing how you still can find situations to be jealous about me”, you giggled, pulling him down closer to you so that you could kiss him. 

“mhm, yeah, sure”, jing yuan rolled his eyes. 

it took you by absolute surprise when the general of the xianzhou luofu pinned you onto his desk, hands over your head and a confident smirk on his lips as he saw the shock in your face. “aww, dear, don’t be scared. it’s just me after all, it’s just your sweet husband. don’t you love it when i get rough with you, dear?” 

“i hate it when you’re right”, you grumbled as a reply, “you could’ve been a bit gentler, though.” 

“i thought i was more than enough gentle back when we had our honeymoon? thought you didn’t want me to be soft and careful with you any longer?”, he murmured into your ear, having you shiver in excitement for what was expecting you. 

but it also had you worry about the other employees at the luofu; after all you hadn’t locked the door to avoid someone just barging in. and now jing yuan was initiating something that you would consider a very complicated situation to explain. 

“don’t worry, dear. no one would even dare to come in without knocking. but doesn’t it sound enticing? the thought of someone seeing you how i horrible treat my lovely wife when i ravage her and make her feel good?” 

your eyes fluttered shut, the image of him fucking you on his desk were all you were picturing now, how filthy his mouth had become over the years you two were together and married – not that you were complaining, not at all. nodding, you agreed to his suggestion. 

“good girl”, he mumbled, placing a gentle kiss underneath your ear, a spot you always had been very sensitive about, before he slowly untied the knot that held your dress together and pulled it off your body and lowered his head to tease your body with his sweet and innocent pecks over your shivering skin. 

“you are so beautiful, dear. i love you so much”, he praised you and stopped with his kisses as he reached your panties, standing back up to slowly as he pulled the fabric off your legs. “but don’t forget why we are in this situation in this moment. don’t think i have forgotten about the way you spent more time with that trailblazer than your husband.” 

you couldn’t help rolling your eyes in annoyance, eyes widening as he suddenly grabbed your cheeks with just one hand, forcing you to look at him. “don’t give me that attitude, love. i don’t like how bratty you have become recently and i think it’s time i remind you who you belong to and who is in charge”, he snapped, no longer was he your dearest husband who’d treat you so sweet and like you were his most treasured possession (which you were, there was no doubt in that.) 

no, now he was just the strict general of the xianzhou luofu who would not let you talk back to him in any way. 

and for some reason, this visual of him being in absolute control was turning you on; quite a lot. 

“mhm, dearest, you’re so ready for me already. have you been anticipating that i would initiate something?”, he chuckled, leaning back down without breaking eye contact as he softly started teasing you with his lips on your thighs, softly caressing them with soft pecks before he reached your entrance. 

the moment his tongue was playing with your clit, you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning his name and grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him in closer; to have him do more than just teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“ah, ah, ah. none of that, dear. don’t think that just because i’m feeling nice right now, you get to do that. hands off of me”, he said, voice authoritative and not allowing any sort of back talk. 

you simply did not know what to do with your hands, now that you were forced to pull them off from his locks; usually he would allow you to touch him all you wanted. jing yuan knew that you loved being close to him whenever he would make you feel loved and cherished with his not-so-gentle actions; so not being able to touch him had you quivering around, which he – obviously – did not like either. 

“dear me, you really are testing my patience today, are you not?”, he grunted, stopping with his mouth on your clit as he pinched your nipples, having you jolt in surprise. “do. not. move. or i swear to you, you will regret it. i might just go ahead and open that door for everyone to see what a pretty little slut you are for me. but you would like that, wouldn’t you, dear? you would love to let everyone see who the only man in your life is that can make you feel so good.” 

before you could reply, you felt two of his fingers pushing inside; unable to hold the moan coming out of your throat with your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. he was very fast to pick up a pace moving his fingers in and out of you, just as he was stimulating your clit with his other hand’s thumb. 

“mhm, you’re already so ready to take me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

you nodded, you were so light-headed that you were unable to reply with words as he would have preferred for you to but he didn’t say anything. 

as he was curling his fingers inside, you whined, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release and the thoughts of someone watching him fucking you with his fingers had you even more excited. 

“get up”, he suddenly stopped, keeping you so close on the edge and went a step back before he grabbed you by your hips and had you standing against his desk with wobbly legs. “turn around and hold onto the desk.” 

once you did, he pinned you down onto the desk, your body shivering at how cold the wood was against your naked body. 

unable to see him any longer, you didn’t know what was going to happen or when. you could only trust your hearing; and you could hear him unbuckle his belt and just after a couple of moments, you felt his tip teasing your entrance. the anticipation of when he was going to push in had you on the edge. 

“look at you being to impatient for me to fuck you, dear. so adorable”, he mumbled, gently stroking your hair out of the way and with one swift thrust, he was buried deep inside of you. you almost let out a scream in shock, but it was muffled by his hand covering your mouth before he started setting a fast and hard rhythm, the hand unoccupied was holding onto your hips, as he fucked you, relentless. 

“dear, you feel so good, so tight and warm around my cock”, he praised you, the hand on your hips suddenly off your body and you felt a stinging pain as he spanked you once more. 

“but don’t forget that this is still a punishment. you didn’t, right, sweetheart?” 

tears were burning in your eyes and you held yourself back not to let him win over you; doing your best not to let those tears roll down your face. 

the way jing yuan was grinding his cock inside had you absolutely in a state of total bliss – body no longer responding to your brain wanting to piss him off even more. maybe that was for the better, after all. maybe he would just finally stop teasing you so much and finally reward you by giving you the sweet release you have been waiting for ever since the first time he spanked you. 

“you’re getting impatient, aren’t you, baby?”, he asked, voice breathless and strained in exhaustion. 

“mhm, no. i’m okay”, you attempted to piss him off, which was not met very happily by your husband. “feels good, though.” 

“your body is telling a different story, dearest”, he groaned. “i can feel you clenching down on me whenever i try to pull out, i can see how you try to hold back those pretty tears of yours because you just feel so good, don’t you, honey?”

when his pace quickened, you couldn’t stop the moans coming out, neither could you stop the tears rolling down your tears as the stimulation got too much to bear. “aww, does my princess want to come?”

you could only nod vigorously, hands digging into the wood of his desk to steady yourself but it was no use – his rough and erratic thrusts were too much to handle. 

“oh, sweetheart”, he cooed, “i’m going to come, i’m so close, so, so close.” 

“fill me up. please”, you begged; the sudden want to give your husband the baby he wanted for quite some time now surfaced – you weren’t sure if you were ready for this or not before but for some reason, it suddenly felt right. 

“are you sure, princess?”, he mumbled. “we don’t have to.” 

“yes, for god’s sake, yes”, you cried, moving your hips against his as he slowed down. “fill me up with your cum, jing.” 

“oh, sweetheart”, he groaned, feeling himself get closer to his release as his thrusts lost their rhythm, and with a long groan and a string of curses, he came inside of you, making you feel so warm and full with his cum, even making you come with a cry, body shaking vigorously and tears rolling down onto some of his documents that were just underneath your head. 

“shh, it’s alright, sweetheart. you’re safe, you’re okay. you did so well for me, dear”, he comforted you, staying buried deep inside of you as he tried to calm down from his high. 

“i”m so proud of you, dear. i’m sorry for acting so foolishly childish about dan heng. i obviously know that everything is fine between us, but for some reason, the situation was somewhat infuriating for me. i don’t understand it myself, if i’m being absolutely honest, but i will work on my jealousy, yes?”, he apologized, as he pulled you up from underneath him on your desk. 

“it’s alright, jing. i’m okay”, you smiled as he grabbed your dress and put it back on you. “i love you.” 

he smiled back at you before he suddenly yawned making you laugh. 

“hey, this all is exhausting. i think we should both just head home and sleep”, he suggested with a grin as he tied your dress, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of his office, calling out for his secretary to clear out his schedule for the remaining day as he was now taking the day off. 

you could only hear his secretary sighing in annoyance, shooting her an apologetic smile and pointing to her phone so that she knew to check her phone soon before you were pulled away by your husband to return to the safety of your own home to sleep – or maybe to finally try for that baby you finally agreed to.