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[benjaminsplayhouse]

Gulp reader waiting for Lohen to come home from his knight duties... All dressed up in a dull blue night gown >_< If only Lohen came home earlier. You were already asleep by the time he got off work! It okay though. He'll just curl up behind you on the bed and hump you until he falls asleep ♡

[yurinaa-world]

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[iseethatimicy]

yandere dan feng goes so hard cuz wdym there's this perfectly beautiful and amazing vidyadhara nobleman high elder whose gone through a lot and we aren't making him crazy and obsessed over TB

yandere dan heng is one thing but what about elegant and graceful dragon hovering over your shoulder

[seeking-yandere-dreams]

Yandere!Dan Heng who spends a millennia reminiscing on you while searching for you. He will bring you home, no matter what it takes.

But it's been so long, he cannot be sure whether his memories are even accurate. Of course he wants to believe that, but if he can't confirm his recollection by checking the Data Bank, things get hazy and lost in translation after so long.

Did he remember your favourite breakfast food accurately? What about the colour of your clothes? Or your eyes? What was your exact relationship with the members of the Astral Express? How did you feel about him?

You two had to be lovers. There's no other explanation for why he cares so much about you. And you must love him too, right? That's why you're waiting for him to save you.

Clearly you two were more than close; you loved each other like no one else. You two must be married, right? Yes, you had to.

You've been waiting for your husband this whole time. He'll find you, no matter what. And he's never letting you go ever again. You two have a lot of catching up to do, and he'll make sure you know exactly how much he loves you and how much he has missed you.

[toasted-for3v3r]

SPOILERS FOR 3.6 UNDER CUT

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT

ITS YOUUUUU DAN FENG AAAAAAAAAAA

Man kinda wish we had more gameplay with Zagryus (is that how you spell his name) cause that was fun ngl

But getting around the no voice acting by saying that Evernight would find him if he spoke 😐 you’re not slick Hoyo that’s bs and you know it

AAA HES WILL TO KILL FOR US THATS SO HOT

L for Yingxing he couldn’t get his daily alcohol intake lol

Lethal face card. Straight up crime bro

Dan Feng cares so much 😭 the history books or other scrolls we collect around the Lufou make him out to be this cold heartless person that doesn’t care about anybody else. But he cares so much. Too much, that he was willing to commit the worst crime imaginable just to see his friend again. And he said he’d do it with any one of them if they ever died. You may not like his decisions, but you have to respect his dedication and desire to keep the only family he’s ever known together.

Morax— I mean Terravox

This was genuinely beautiful. It was amazing.

Dan Heng always says he accepted the past, especially after what happened on the Lufou, but he really didn’t . He was still burdened by everything and he couldn’t let go as much as he wanted to.

Here, he got the closure he needed from the very man that he was in the shadow of. This was a true acceptance of the past. Dan Feng holds onto the memories because that’s all he can do, but he tells Dan Heng to move on.

They’re both the same in that aspect. They care so much and they’re willing to do anything for the people close to them. It’s so beautiful.

Part 4

[eliseliedl]

丹枫 • High Elder of the Vidyadhara

[toasted-for3v3r]

THE BOY IS MINE

[c1phra]

thinking about napping with dan heng while he's in his dragon form, and him instinctively curling his tail around your waist to pull you closer and hold you tight..... except it's not romantic at all, you need the bathroom and he is out cold and no amount of trying to wiggle your way out is moving that tail. it was a cute gesture... at FIRST.

[novarchofstrength]

dan feng 🤤 ichor of two dragons 🤤

[novarchofstrength]

im still here actually im rewatching it again rn dan feng beautiful if you are out there hsrspade is totally single just ignore blade and your reincarnation scowling

[novarchofstrength]

this shot specifically... i feel unwell i think i hauve maura only curable by dan feng shoving his tongue down my throat until i gag on it

[novarchofstrength]

dragon god dan feng x sacrificial bride (gn) reader...

readers village is on the coastline at the base of several mountains that block it off/make it very difficult to get to so they rely heavily all their crops and fishing. all the villagers are very respectful of the land and honour it.

no matter how the kingdom on the other side of the mountains are known to get things called droughts or plagues or crop sicknesses that are just natural parts of life. readers village always has a good harvest and plentiful fish for everyone to eat, its like a paradise. kept in perfect condition by dan feng who favours them all for treating the land so lovingly.

one day unbeknown to reader or their village, the kingdom on the other side of the village does something to anger dan feng like nothing has ever angered him in all his millennia of living before. at first he sends the country a drought until all their crops die out thinking it will teach them a lesson, but the country assumes its a normal drought and fail to repent.

so dan feng sends out a plague, and then makes it so they cant grow anything, then makes sure to bless the animals to always escape the hunters, then starts a storm to destroy the kingdoms stores of food when still they do not repent. someone from the kingdom over the mountains ends up in readers village which is still in perfect condition, everyone healthy and full of food and they go back to the kingdom because their family is there and someone it gets out about the paradise on the other side of the mountain.

the king suddenly gives in to his councils suggestions to make a sacrifice to whichever god they have angered, and sends out a bunch of knights to readers village to pick a sacrifice from there so that he doesnt have to give up his riches to appease dan feng. the knights give the village an offer to choose someone or have someone be chosen, and reader who is an orphan and single and is a jack of all trades and is regularly seen talking to animals (unknowing that they are animals sent/possessed by dan feng to check on the village) ends up being picked to go with the knights.

they get taken to the other side of the mountain and are dressed up in an elaborate bridal get up, before being taken to the large ornate temple up on the mountain that is dedicated to dan feng. obviously dan feng investigates the disturbance and upon seeing reader dressed up so beautifully he is, for just a moment struck speechless at the sight of his favourite human clearly here hoping to marry him.

then he notices the ropes binding their wrists, the knights lurking outside, the way readers eyes are red rimmed and their lips tremble even if their spine is straight and they're refusing go show fear. and dan feng becomes utterly livid, the storm outside that had died down when he set eyes on them ignites again. and when a little sparrow flies in through an open arch in the temple walls, and twitters something into his pointed ear (tells him how the village hadnt hesitated to shove reader forward) the storm threatens to turn into a typhoon.

but the sound of crashing thunder outside makes a whimper escape reader, bc thunder is something that had never existed in their village and it snaps dan feng out of the murderous haze he was falling into. he goes towards them and easily breaks the ropes around their wrists, looking his new bride directly in the eyes as he kisses the red skin to heal it before he tugs them into his arms.

dan fengs expression turns glacial once readers face is tucked into his neck, staring down the knights outside the temple as with a truly herculean effort he reigns in the storm until it becomes a light drizzle and all the other humans leave. he picks reader up and takes them in the inner sanctum of his temple, and through a door that transports them to his realm above the clouds.

already there are servants fluttering every which way about the dragon palace, having sensed when dan feng accepted reader as his new bride. but when one of them comes forward talking about helping reader clean up, and change into clothes that weren't forced on them by disrespectful humans. dan feng refuses it and dismisses them saying that he will look after his bride himself, that they only needed to deliver food and fresh clothes for reader to his rooms while he cleans them of the filth of the human realm causing his servants to titter and swoon over how lucky reader is

this would devolve into slow burn (readers side) x spontaneous combustion (dan fengs side) that ends up in emotional weepy sex and dan feng bending the divine rules to elevate his wife to divine status so he doesnt have to see her wither and die and then he would insist on marrying reader again. this time with a large wedding where he could celebrate them and force the rest of the divine realm to celebrate them with him and probably end up in more sex during the wedding night

[m3mento-m0rii]

HIII I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY OR NIGHT AND I WAS WONDERING IF MAY I REQUEST A BABY SAJA WITH A FAIRY GIRLFRIEND AND HE SHOWS HER OFF

Fairy Fountains and Pixie Dust—

1.7k words; Baby Saja x Fairy gf! Reader Masterlist | Requests paused!

Could you blame him? If you had a fairy girlfriend, you'd show her off too.

A/N: Hey guys, and especially to you, anon! Yes, my day is going fine! I had a lot of fun with this one. I actually love the mythological creature requests, they're a blast to describe and imagine. Is the title half a LoZ reference? . . . Maybe. I didn't know what else to call it. I hope you enjoy this!

Sometimes you just know. Know why someone is lying, know the truth before it’s spoken, how things go before they happen.

Baby knew something was different about you. The energy you exuded when you walked into a room, your aesthetic, the way you seemed to glow. He just knew. Because he’d never heard a laugh that sounded like streams crossing over pebbles and the gentlest windchimes. Never seen a girl so pretty. He was nearly entranced.

He didn’t trust you.

Then again, he never told you his secret, either.

And that was that. But you started getting comfortable. The kind where you can sit around each other and not say a thing, where you can lay in the dark and enjoy the silence. When it can just be stares and quiet and gentle touches and your heart feels full. Baby’s eyes would change colors, and your lashes would sparkle, and his canines would sharpen when you smiled at him—

Until he stopped caring. He walked through your door—lilac skin, patterns and all—and plopped down next to you on the couch.

You didn’t bat an eye.

“Demon, huh?” You glanced, continuing to play Animal Crossing on your switch. Baby only hummed.

“You?”

“Fairy.” 

Coolness out the window.

“. . . Fairy? Like . . . Tinkerbell?”

You looked up from your star-collecting on the beach. Baby’s eyes were wide and curious, barely blinking, auric and glittering. “You’re a fairy?”

Something between sunspots and a smile crossed your features, and with a soft poof of dissipating glamour, your true colors were revealed.

Baby didn’t even know fairies existed. Nor did he really think you were being serious when you first said it. But when his golden eyes met yours—neither dark nor bright, shifting like starlight in the night—when freckles sprinkled over your nose like diamond dust and your hair wisped as if the mere thought of gravity offended it . . .

Well. Maybe you could make him a believer.

You really did look like the kind of woman who had that harp-like laugh. The kind of creature that wasn’t tainted by dark mythology like he was. The near antennae, leaf-like in nature, that sprouted at your crown and reminded him of spring. All until he got to the translucent sheen unfurling behind you.

Like sunbeams through stained glass, your glossy wings spoke for what you truly were. They almost looked intangible. The way they rested off the couch proved otherwise. Almost butterfly-esque, but no monarch or birdwing could compare to you.

“. . . Ta-da?”

Baby cleared his throat. “. . . Cool. Pretty. I guess. You got, like, a wand? The bippity-boppity-boo type? Or more pixie-dust?”

You had long since acclimated to Baby’s language. So, you only huffed out a laugh, going back to your game. “Yes, I grant wishes. It’s kind of my job.” And that was it.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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The other Sajas were sick of Baby.

Why? Because for once, he wouldn’t stop yapping about you. Shocking. In truth, it was. Baby was pretty laidback. Not the type to outright praise anyone. So why’d he come back from your apartment a changed man? He looked like he was questioning existence staring at the wall blankly, like he’d seen something spiritual.

“. . . Dude, what’s up with you?” Abby asked, leaning over the couch as he watched Baby space out.

“. . . My girlfriend is prettier than yours.”

Abby blinked, slowly narrowing his eyes at their group’s rapper. “. . . I don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Doesn’t make it less true.”

That wasn’t even all of it! Looking through the public’s reaction to the ‘higher’ scene in your idol? “(Y/N) can fly.”

Jinu’s brows furrowed. “So can we??”

“But we don’t have wings made of light and paper, do we?”

“Uh . . . what?”

Romance is getting wax lyrical about his girl? “Mine can grant wishes.”

“My girlfriend is my wish.”

Baby slowly glared at Romance; the other Saja only shrugged, offering a grin. “You can’t beat me at my own game, Baby.”

Baby only stared at Mystery. Mystery stared back. There’s no real fighting with Mystery when it comes to who loves their girlfriend more. He’s a damn dog for Zoey, and Baby doesn’t bark.

The point is, something in Baby was just . . . proud to have you. How could he not be? You were just . . .

He didn’t know how to describe you, not in a way that suited you or him. Not without being sappy or selling you short. So he didn’t.

Instead, he showed just how much he loved who you were in little ways.

It was never hiding behind glamour when he was with you in hopes that you would learn to do the same. It was the way his phone screen was just a zoom of you. Something private, something most would never see because it was his phone. Just the comets in your eyes. Sometimes, it cycled to your wings in the evening; the way the city-lights shone through them from a balcony. He wouldn’t say it, but he liked staring at them. Baby collected whimsical things he thought you’d like.

Quiet appreciation, because he didn’t know how to say it.

He’d just stare. A lot. The way you looked in different settings. The way those leafy antennae did their own things, the way your wings would flutter, the way you smiled. He’d watch from a distance, or maybe from beside you, and he’d pretend that he wasn’t at all.

Then his gaze would settle back on you all over, and you’d see him from the corner of your eyes—trying to catch him again.

Sometimes, he was almost scared to touch you.

You looked . . . delicate. Like if he touched your wings wrong, they’d tear. Like you were something never meant to see the tragedies of the world, like too much pressure from his hand would make you break.

Baby was anything but something gentle. The opposite of you. Didn’t do softness and feelings, and that was nearly ingrained in your person. Someone who instead of making deals to make wishes come true, made deals to twist and trick. Someone capable of destruction. Someone who probably shouldn’t be near you.

You always seemed to know when he was thinking these things, because you’d laugh loud. Maybe you’d drag him along with strength he forgot you were capable of. You’d haphazardly drape yourself over him, uncaring of the environment or him, and force him to hold you. And he would, and he’d realize that you’re not fragile at all.

Just completely beautiful, utterly magical, and that wasn’t the same thing.

In fact, it made you the complete opposite of breakable. You were strong. So he learned not to be scared of dragging you along, holding you tight but not hard, unscared of throwing himself onto you, too.

You were just as much myth and legend as he, and you wouldn’t have survived this long if you couldn’t bear that.

Publicly? Well, he was forced into his cutesy maknae persona. And if he couldn’t escape that, at least he would show you off. Despite it breaking idol rules. 

Why? Well, you were something that deserved to be admired. So he let people stare as he pulled you down the street by the hand. Smirked subtly when people took pictures of you together. They loved you—to be fair, you had a natural charm. Wrapped his arms around you ‘cutely’ because he loved to hear people talk about just how well you both suited each other, even if his attire was a lie. 

Then he’d leave you alone and watch as people flocked to you, and you’d ask them about their wishes—quietly blow good luck on their trails as they departed, and your job was done.

You’d come back to him with one of those sweet smiles of yours, feeling fulfilled because you got to help people.

And he’d preen because people would post about how lovely you were, tell him he was lucky, that you were something beautiful, and all he could say was “I know.” It was true. He was incredibly aware.

Baby came to terms with his forced aesthetic; it was hard to hate it when it meant he looked kind of like you. So you can imagine how he feels, seeing you swamped in one of his pastel sweaters. 

Any other occasion, he’d have demanded it back. He’d have teased you for being sappy, told you not to get your damn glitter all over his clothes again (no, really, the fans were starting to ask where all the sparkles were coming from), but Baby couldn’t bring himself to. 

How could he, when it made his heart shrink—or maybe it throbbed so hard it grew, and it was just beating hard against his ribcage? It lodged in his throat when he traced the neckline to the way it carefully exposed your shoulders, the way the sleeves brushed your palms as you tiredly wiped your eyes. The way your wings detached and lingered behind you despite the fabric, your mussed hair and the way it still wouldn’t lie down.

He couldn’t swallow it.

When he came in, he meant to walk by you for something. Now, he couldn’t remember.

Instead of trying to, he wordlessly tugged you away from what you were doing—adjusting the thermostat—and pulled you to a place where he could hold you. Tight and close, where he could listen to the bells and leaves and creeks. 

Your breathing calmed, and you fell asleep against his shoulders. 

The other Sajas entered the dorms quietly after going out to eat—Baby was just fine having you. And they stopped, and blinked, because what is that, in Baby’s lap?

The hair that seemed to float, the gentle sparkles floating in the air surrounding you. Wings falling around you like a cape of iridescent dreams. Enveloped by claws and purple patterns and resting under a golden gaze.

Mystery kept walking, Romance’s gaze shortened in disbelief. Jinu shot Baby a questioning look, and Abby seemed to be just as baffled. 

Baby only grinned from under your hair, blue locks just barely brushing yours as he spoke quietly to them. “Told you she was better than yours.”

Maybe you weren’t the sappy one. Maybe it was him. But one thing was certain: Baby loved his fairy girl.

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A/N: Another request done! I think the next one is Part 2 for 'Voice of A Demon'? Or it might be hcs. Anyway, see you soon!

—Captain Morii 🌤️

Morii's Business Class: @kpopmultistans @momentomoribitch @queensnowlake-wof

[ohhiimjazzed]

Quick thought about Dan Heng because his new form is GORGEOUS

Reunion sex, in a cave, he's possessive and VERY touchy with you, like he's practically smothering you in his new body, you can't do anything but relax in his warmth, his touch, his cocks inside you. you're clutching onto the soft patch of dirt he laid you on and pulling the grass out of its roots. let's just say that you're not leaving there for awhile. all the while, Dan Heng is begging you not to leave him

[nullpointr]

there’s something about dan heng being told his whole life dan feng was selfish and foolish and awful and then he speaks with him and dan feng says i would do it again, to save them i would do it again, and dan heng realizes so would he. they share that protective streak and that’s not a bad thing. that’s not something to run from

[zeka-maki]

Hi ive been reading a lot of your fics and became a fan of it .i would like to ask for a reader wearing sexy lingerie and how hsr characters would react to it .

ʚɞ Think I'm gonna love you till I'm dead ʚɞ

Pairings: Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Aventurine, Sunday, Dr. Veritas Ratio, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Argenti, Dan Heng, IL/Dan Feng, Yingxing, Jiaoqiu, Blade, Moze, Welt, Gallagher, Sampo, Gepard x Reader

Summary: How would they react to you wearing a lingerie?

Tags: FLUFF, established relationship, SFW ong, fem!Reader, mentions of predator/prey dynamic in Blade’s part, what do i even tag this as they're all loving

A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! Glup i tried to not make this suggestive 😓 Dan feng and Yingxing are there for moral support, anyways, hope you enjoy!

⚘ Phainon:

Phainon froze in the doorway, wide-eyed, like he’d just been struck by lightning. The wooden cup in his hand nearly slipped as his gaze locked on you. “You… you’re—” His voice faltered, and he immediately turned beet-red, fumbling for words. “You look—uh, wow—” He dragged a hand down his face, ears burning bright pink. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he whispered, finally managing a shaky laugh.

You twirled playfully, pretending not to notice his flustered expression, but Phainon’s reaction was almost too endearing to ignore. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but your body. “You’re… beautiful,” he admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t… even know what to say, starlight.”

You walked closer, and he instinctively reached for your hand, hesitant but desperate to touch you. When your fingers met his, his thumb traced over your knuckles tenderly. “I mean it,” he murmured, finally daring to look at you. “You’re breathtaking… but I’m begging you not to look at me like that. I might actually faint.”

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⚘ Mydei:

Mydei froze mid-step, his golden eyes widening as they roamed over you. “...You,” he breathed, his deep voice carrying a weight of reverence. “You look like you belong on a throne.” He took a slow step forward, gaze intense yet gentle, as if he were afraid to shatter the moment by blinking.

“Does it suit me?” you teased softly, but he only chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Suit you?” he repeated, voice like velvet. “Dove, nothing could suit you more. You’re… radiant.” He raised a hand, brushing his fingers against your cheek with feather-light care. “You could stop a battlefield with just a glance.”

You giggled softly at his dramatic words, but Mydei’s expression remained tender, serious. He leaned closer, voice low. “I’m honored you’d show me this side of you.” His thumb traced the edge of your jawline, and he whispered, “I’d kneel if you asked. You’re perfect.”

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⚘ Anaxa:

Anaxa stood frozen, shoulders stiff, mouth parted slightly in shock. He blinked once, twice, and then dragged a hand down his face with a heavy sigh. “...Are you trying to test me?” he asked in his usual deadpan voice, but his slightly pink ears betrayed him.

You tilted your head, pretending to be innocent. “Test you?” you echoed sweetly, making him exhale sharply. “Don’t play coy with me, darling,” he muttered, stepping closer. His sharp gaze softened as he finally allowed himself to take you in, his expression melting into something tender. “You’re… extraordinary.”

Reaching out, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek. “I’ve seen the gods’ temples,” he murmured, voice low. “And yet, you… are the only divinity I’ll ever bow to.” You swatted him playfully for being so dramatic, but he just smirked, cupping your face in both hands. “I love you,” he said simply, reverently, like a vow.

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⚘ Aventurine:

“Ohhhh, sweetheart,” Aventurine drawled, leaning against the doorway with a smirk that didn’t quite hide the way his eyes darkened at the sight of you. “You’re really out here trying to ruin me, huh?” He gave a low whistle, stepping closer with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Guess I can’t complain… jackpot’s all mine, after all.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone, but when his hands gently landed on your waist, his touch was warm and steady. “You’re stunning, doll,” he whispered, voice soft now, a rare sincerity replacing his usual bravado. “I’m serious. You take my breath away.”

When you looked up at him, teasing him back, he chuckled low and pressed his forehead against yours. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, thumb grazing your hip. “I don’t gamble on love, you know. But you?” His smile softened. “You’re the only bet I’d go all in for.”

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⚘ Sunday:

Sunday’s reaction was subtle, but the way his eyes softened at the sight of you was enough to make your heart skip a beat. “...You look exquisite,” he said smoothly, his voice low and calm, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that betrayed how deeply you’d affected him.

“Do I now?” you teased lightly, and he let out a small, fond laugh, approaching you with a grace that felt almost otherworldly. “You always do,” he said simply, cupping your chin gently to tilt your head up to his. “But tonight, you’re especially divine.”

You flushed at his words, and Sunday smiled knowingly, brushing his thumb over your lips. “It feels almost sinful to look at you like this,” he murmured. “But then again… I’ve never been one to resist temptation.” He kissed your forehead softly, voice warm. “You’re my greatest blessing, my little dream.”

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⚘ Dr. Ratio:

Dr. Ratio leaned back in his chair, lips quirking into a smug smile as his sharp eyes trailed over you. “Ah… so you do know how to leave me speechless,” he drawled, voice teasing, but there was a flicker of awe in his gaze. “I was beginning to think nothing in this universe could surprise me anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms with a playful smirk. “So I impressed the great Dr. Ratio?” He chuckled lowly, standing to approach you. “Impressed?” he repeated, tilting your chin up with one gloved hand. “Darling, you’ve single-handedly redefined perfection. I’d give you a dissertation on the matter, but…” His voice dropped as his thumb caressed your cheek. “You deserve poetry, not lectures.”

For a moment, the smugness softened; his gaze grew tender as he kissed your forehead. “You have no idea what you do to me, love,” he murmured. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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⚘ Boothill:

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Boothill let out a low whistle, leaning against the wall with his hat tipped up. “Darlin’, you tryin’ to give me an engine failure? ‘Cause I reckon you just succeeded.”

You laughed, twirling lightly in front of him. “Do you like it?” His grin widened, and he swaggered over, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your face up. “Like it? Sugar, I’d carve a song outta the stars just to describe how good you look right now.” His voice was low and honey-smooth, but his eyes held a softness that made your heart flutter.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, pulling you close and resting his forehead against yours. “Don’t think I’ve ever been this lucky.” He placed his hat on your head playfully. “There. Now you’re mine, through and through.”

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⚘ Jing Yuan:

Jing Yuan paused mid-step, his lazy demeanor faltering as his golden eyes widened slightly. “...Ah,” he breathed, a soft smile curving his lips. “You’ll be the end of me, you know that?”

You chuckled, tilting your head. “I take that as a compliment.” He hummed in amusement, strolling closer with that calm, confident air that made your heart race. “It is,” he murmured, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “You look… breathtaking. Like a vision I’d spend a thousand lifetimes chasing.”

You flushed at his words, and his smile softened further. “Stay close tonight, love,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your hand. “I’d rather the world envy me than ever take their eyes off you.”

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⚘ Luocha:

Luocha’s reaction was quiet, but the way his eyes softened at the sight of you spoke volumes. He set down the flowers he’d been arranging, stepping closer with his usual calm grace. “You look beautiful,” he said gently, voice smooth and warm.

You smiled softly. “Do I, now?” He chuckled lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Always,” he whispered, fingers lingering against your cheek. “But tonight, it feels as if I’m looking at an angel.”

When you flushed, he tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “You have no idea how precious you are to me,” he murmured. “Every day, I find a new reason to love you.”

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⚘ Argenti:

Argenti froze in place the moment he saw you, his chivalrous composure faltering for the first time. “...My lady,” he breathed, awe-struck, before recovering quickly to kneel gracefully. “Forgive me, but… you look divine.”

You giggled softly, embarrassed by his reverence. “You don’t need to kneel.” He smiled up at you, shaking his head. “You deserve nothing less.” His voice was full of sincerity as he took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I’ve sworn to serve beauty and virtue… and I see both before me tonight.”

When you leaned down to kiss his cheek, his face turned a deep shade of red, but his grip on your hand tightened protectively. “You are my everything,” he whispered, voice trembling with devotion. “And I will remind you of that every day of my life.”

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⚘ Dan Heng:

Dan Heng froze mid-step, his usually calm expression cracking as his eyes widened slightly. “...” He blinked, quickly looking away, but his ears were already red. “You… look nice,” he murmured softly, voice lower than usual.

You smirked, stepping closer, and he instinctively straightened, his composure slipping further. “Nice?” you teased, crossing your arms. He exhaled quietly, shaking his head before finally meeting your gaze. “You’re beautiful,” he corrected firmly, sincerity softening his sharp features. “I just… wasn’t expecting—”

You gently touched his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, his hand hesitantly settling on your waist. “You always take me by surprise,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “And every time, I fall harder for you.”

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⚘ Inbibitor Lunae / Dan Feng:

Dan Feng’s gaze lingered on you in silence, golden eyes glowing faintly as he straightened to his full height. “...Stunning,” he finally said, voice calm and rich, carrying weight like a prayer.

You tilted your head, teasing. “Just stunning?” His lips curved faintly, and he stepped closer, his tail brushing lightly against your leg as he leaned in. “Beyond words,” he murmured, fingers grazing your shoulder. “You wear beauty like it’s a crown, beloved.”

You flushed under his intense gaze, and he smiled softly, cupping your cheek. “Even dragons bow to the divine,” he whispered, voice deep and reverent. “And I would bow to you a thousand times over.”

---

⚘ Yingxing:

Yingxing stopped dead in his tracks, blinking in disbelief. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, lips curling into a grin. “Didn’t know you had this side to you, sweetheart.”

You laughed softly, leaning against the table. “Do you like it?” He snorted, walking over to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Like it? Babe, I might never let you leave the house looking like this.”

You swatted him playfully, but he only chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re gorgeous, doll,” he murmured against your hair. “Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel having you.”

---

⚘ Jiaoqiu:

Jiaoqiu leaned lazily against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, as he eyed you with a sly grin. “Well, aren’t you a vision,” he purred, swirling the drink casually. “I’d toast to you, but I fear even the finest wine pales in comparison.”

You rolled your eyes at his smooth words, but your smile betrayed you. “You’re dramatic.” He chuckled, walking over and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Only because you deserve it.” His voice softened as his hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your skin.

“You’re art, beloved,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “If I could capture this moment forever, I would.”

---

⚘ Blade:

Blade stood completely still, his crimson gaze fixed on you like a predator on its prey. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The tension in his stance was palpable as he slowly stepped closer.

You raised a brow. “...Nothing to say?” He finally exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re… beautiful,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, almost pained. His hand hesitated before it found your waist, fingers curling as if afraid you’d vanish.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he muttered, leaning close enough for his breath to brush your skin. “It makes me forget… everything else.” But the way his forehead rested against yours said more than his words ever could.

---

⚘ Moze:

Moze blinked once, twice, and for a moment, his calm, aloof façade cracked completely. “...” His ears flushed pink as he cleared his throat, looking away. “You… certainly know how to catch someone off guard,” he murmured, voice steady but soft.

You tilted your head with a teasing smile. “Do you like it?” His amber eyes flicked back to you, and for a moment, there was a quiet reverence in his expression. “Like it?” he echoed, taking a slow step forward. “No… I think I’ll be dreaming about you like this for the rest of my life.”

When his fingers gently brushed along your arm, his composure softened, his voice lowering. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, as if you were something fragile and sacred.

---

⚘ Welt:

Welt’s eyes widened slightly, his composure faltering for only a second before his lips curved into a soft smile. “...My love,” he murmured, voice warm and full of affection. “You look breathtaking.”

You laughed lightly. “You’re always so composed.” He chuckled softly, approaching you with a hand outstretched, fingers grazing your cheek. “On the surface, maybe,” he said gently, his thumb stroking your skin. “But you… you always manage to take my breath away.”

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Every time I think I’ve seen the most beautiful version of you,” he whispered, “you prove me wrong.

---

⚘ Gallagher:

Gallagher froze mid-step, his casual smile faltering as his gaze raked over you. He let out a low whistle, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, sweetheart… I wasn’t expecting that tonight,” he chuckled, but there was a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

“Do you like it?” you teased, and he grinned, stepping closer until his hands found your waist. “Like it? Darl', I think you might’ve just stopped my heart.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your neck with a soft sigh.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he whispered against your skin, his voice low and reverent. “But damn if I don’t love you more every second.”

---

⚘ Sampo:

Sampo’s reaction was instant — a dramatic whistle and a teasing grin. “Woah, woah, WOAH! Who gave you permission to look that good, huh, sunshine?” he said, leaning against the doorframe with exaggerated flair.

You rolled your eyes, but the flush on your cheeks betrayed you. “You’re impossible.” He laughed, striding over and looping an arm around your waist. “Impossible for you to resist, maybe,” he teased, but his eyes softened as he looked at you closely. “You’re stunning, love. Seriously.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, voice dropping to a rare, sincere murmur. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me… and I’d tell the whole galaxy if I could.”

---

⚘ Gepard:

“...Oh.” Gepard froze like a deer in headlights, his face turning scarlet instantly. “You… you look…” He cleared his throat, struggling to find his words. “You’re beautiful,” he finally whispered, voice soft and full of awe.

You giggled softly, stepping closer, and he instinctively put a hand on your waist, hesitant but protective. “I—I wasn’t ready for this,” he admitted shyly, glancing away with a bashful smile. “But I don’t think I’ll ever forget this sight.”

When you cupped his face, he leaned into your touch, eyes warm and sincere. “I love you so much,” he murmured softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “You’re perfect.”

[despairots]

I am sloshed but take this rq / spelling mistakes, viewed as platonic or romantic, implied male reader

they were annoying, endearing, funny, but annoying. they’ll drag you out of your dorm, stay slumped against a table of a cafe before getting politely asked to leave. you don’t know why you stayed with them, watched them bicker, watched them tackle eachother. they were an odd group, a group that shouldn’t make sense but it does somehow.

you watched yingxing approach you with coffee in his hand, placing it down beside you while feeling you slouch against his side, fading in and out of consciousness. what was supposed to be a study session, ended up with the four of you being kicked out of a room after yingxing and jing yuan were being too loud.

dan feng sat across from you, actually studying with his silky long hair tied up with a messy attempt of a bow, coming from yours truly. the four of you were in you and another of your friend, jingliu’s, dorm. she was currently out with baiheng after mocking you for being kicked out the library.

jing yuan’s chin was resting on his hand, laptop closed and notes scrambled around him, “yingxing-ge, what took you so long?” the man beside you just drank from your cup, ignoring the way you glared at him, “i wanted to perfect [n]’s coffee order.” he responded, not noticing the way you didn’t thank him.

“…they don’t care.” dan feng commented, attention flicking up for a moment.

“shut up!”

you snorted before flopping head first onto the table, eyes shut while your hand tried finding your coffee, yingxing moving it away from your hand. jing yuan chuckled at the scene, looking away when you snapped your head up and snagged the coffee away from yingxing’s hand, muttering an ‘idiot’ under your breath

dan feng lightly smiled, taking the cup when you offered and letting his fingers graze against yours, seeing the way you stilled for a bit before yingxing pulled you close to his body while chatting it off with jing yuan.

a beat before you broke it.

“release me.”

yingxing tightened his grip.

“… yingxing.”

“no.”

you gave him a side eye before trying to pull away with all your might, “jing yuan! help!” you called out, hand reaching out with dramatics, said man just laughing at your misery, “i can’t.” you gapped, turned to dan feng with pleading eyes.

he blinked, and then a small smile appeared on his face, “i’m busy.”

“traitors! ah!—“ the two of you fell off your chairs, landing on eachother. yingxing grinned up at you, “did you fall from heaven—“ you deadpanned, pulling yourself up.

“get the hell out of my dorm.”

[vishsalmon]

danstelleweek2023 Day 5 : After a battle

Holding her tight

((ref used))

[eggluverz]

WE REALLY WERE TIMELESS

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader (also dan feng x reader ig!)

WORD COUNT. 3,722

SUMMARY. dan heng does not want to remember his previous reincarnation, but there is one part he doesn't want to let go of forever— you.

SOF'S NOTE. i was listening to taylor swift's timeless and thinking about how much i love dan heng...and this was born :3 i love him sm and i def feel like love with dan heng could transcend all lifetimes <3 pls enjoy if ur a fellow dh lover :>

Dan Feng was many things. Cold and ruthless, some said. A merciless killer, said others. Revered and powerful, was the more popular and favorable opinion. But, what most people seemed to wipe from their memories was that he was also a lover.

A lover to you, at least. You, and only you. 

His days as the Imbibitor Lunae were long and laborious. He lead countless battles to destroy threats and rescued Xianzhou fleets from annihilation. 

Dan Feng was used to spending long periods away from home, but when he returned, he knew he would at least be greeted by you. 

Occasionally, you were there fighting alongside him. Capable and strong. But most of the time, you preferred using your strengths to continue studying and advancing medicine. You were compassionate and knowledgeable, and you wanted to help your injured allies rather than cause more destruction.

His favorite moments with you involved the little leisure time he had between battles when he was able to stay in his residence with you, wrapped in your embrace. 

Dan Feng, proud member of the High-Cloud Quintet, was left speechless and in awe at the sight of you. Those nights you spent together were filled with both heat and passion, and attention and love. Every moment he spent with you was intentional; he never took those times for granted. 

Of course, those times couldn’t last. 

Be it his selfishness, his arrogance, his drive to help his friend—he lost you. Not because you shunned him or turned him away, but simply because he was forced to reincarnate and locked away without the ability to say even a simple goodbye. 

His love, lost in the blink of an eye. And he may never see you again. 

Now, as Dan Heng, he was almost in denial when Jing Yuan informed him you forcibly reincarnated as soon as you heard the news of the Sedation of Inhibitor Lunae and slipped away from the Xianzhou Luofu. 

What were you to Dan Heng? Dan Feng was no longer here and Dan Heng did not want to claim his past. 

Imbibitor Lunae was not him. Renowned member of the High-Cloud Quintet was not him. 

But when Jing Yuan spoke your name, memories of his previous life rushed through him. If he didn’t acknowledge his past, would that mean you had no chance of ever being his again?

Dan Heng had no attachment to the name Jing Yuan. Yingxian no longer held special meaning either. He didn’t want it to. But hearing your name stirred something in him. It caused a battle between past and present. And the present was winning until he walked along the streets of Penacony. 

An intense shiver shot through his veins and the hairs on the back of his arm stood up. You were here.

He knew it. He felt it. Dan Heng didn’t know where exactly, but your presence was so powerful, it was something he couldn’t ignore. He wasn’t strong enough to. 

You were his first and only romantic love— A love he thought would be eternal until he got reincarnated. The draw to you was so intense he found himself wandering the wide pathways filled with Gothic buildings until he felt the call was satiated. 

It wasn’t completely gone, but he felt more relaxed. More at peace. 

Dan Heng notice his body stopped in front of a library with a square roof and he immediately entered the building. The interior was filled with rows of bookshelves and large tables, busy with scholars and those here for leisurely reasons alike.

Despite all that, Dan Heng knew where you were right as he laid eyes on you. 

You were half-hidden by piles of books as you took notes on a blank sheet of paper. You sat straight on the chair and briefly put your pen down when you noticed his staring. Your gaze met his as your eyes darted around the room. 

When they landed on Dan Heng, you tilted your head to the side as he watched you, but you showed no signs of recognition. 

His stomach churned. Of course you wouldn’t recognize him. You had reincarnated soon after Dan Feng did. Your past life was gone, your memories were gone, and he didn’t even know if your name was still the one that was so familiar on his lips. 

With an inquisitive look on your face, you beckoned him over. He was surprised that you acknowledged him so overtly, but if you were anything like your past self, he shouldn’t be too shocked. 

Dan Heng wondered if he should turn around and leave. Did he want to pretend he didn’t see you? Pretend that your fates weren’t inextricably linked? 

His heart felt like it was being torn out of his chest as he turned away, ready to go on as if this never occurred so he could continue his life as Dan Heng with no ties to the previous Imbibitor Lunae. He began walking out of the library, shoving his feelings down deep to hide them away for good. 

The cold outside air hit his face as he opened the door. It felt damp out—as if it were raining. 

Dan Heng touched the wet drops on his face before he realized it wasn’t rain. It was his tears. 

It pained him more than he cared to admit. His past love was here and he was going to throw it away before he even had another chance. He grit his teeth and clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms so deep it hurt the flesh. But it had nothing on the pain his heart was feeling. 

He couldn’t do it, he realized. He couldn’t severe the bond from his past completely— Dan Heng couldn’t severe his bond with you. He’d lose a part of himself he wasn’t even aware he still had. 

The muscles in his body screamed as he entered the library once more, this time walking straight to you instead of basking in hesitation. You looked confused as you stared up at him, probably wondering why he ignored you, left, and came back all in the span of one minute.

“Hi there! Can I help you?” 

Dan Heng instantly froze at your words. He yearned for the familiarity; a sense of comfort washed over him at your simple acknowledgement. 

But it didn’t look like you knew who he was. There wasn’t an ounce of recognition on your face even as he stood closer. 

It’s me. Do you remember? he wanted to ask. The desire to reach out and grab your hand, touch your face, was strong enough to make his heart pound. But he refrained. If you didn’t know who he was, it might frighten you if he did that. And discomfort was the last thing Dan Heng wanted to make you feel.  

You laughed nervously, letting out a single cough to fill the silence. 

Dan Heng, realizing he hadn’t said a word, quickly scanned the books you had stacked up. They were books on medicine and the evolution of healthcare. He tried to find something relevant to say.

“I almost gave someone CPR once.”

You blinked slowly, a small and uncertain smile on your face. “That’s great! I think…” For a moment, you considered what he said. “I supposed it’s not great if someone was in a situation where they needed CPR. But it is great you were willing to help.”

Dan Heng nodded, glad his plan went well. 

“Why did they need CPR? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“We found them unconscious. They had a weak heartbeat and pulse so I wanted to make sure they stayed alive.” 

You took in this information, looking slightly impressed. “Typically, we start CPR when there’s no pulse, but if the individual begins gasping for breathe, it’s usually a good sign to start CPR.” 

“I see.”

The two of you fell into a long silence before you gently cleared your throat. 

“Is that all you had to say?” you asked. Dan Heng suspected you didn’t exactly buy that he wanted to talk to you solely about CPR. “Earlier, when you were looking at me, you had a strange look on your face. It looked like you recognized me.” 

Dan Heng stilled. 

You clasped your hands together on top of the table, leaning forward almost conspiratorially. “Do I know you?”

His breathing quickened at the prospect of you remembering your past with him. 

“Maybe from a birthday party as a kid? Or did we go to the same school?” 

Dan Heng’s face dropped. “Oh. No.” 

You hummed in thought.

“You…might know me, though.” 

Curiously, you raised your brows at his vague response. He wondered if he should stop himself, but he wanted to tell you about your past life. Maybe then you would remember him. 

But would that be a good idea? Would it work in the first place? 

Dan Heng didn’t know. 

He felt impulsive but he needed to talk to you more. “I can explain more, but can we go outside first?” 

You craned your neck to the side, considering your options. He knew what he asked of you was something ridiculous in the eyes of a stranger. To stop what you were doing, take time out of your day, and follow this man you had only just spoken to with no explanation. 

It was wishful thinking to expect a yes. 

Yet somehow, you always managed to surprise him. “Of course. Let me just return these books.” 

Dan Heng tried to hide how pleased he was as he patiently waited for you to turn the books back into the librarian. He offered to help you carry them, but you managed to gather the heavy stack into your arms in its entirety. 

“Now I’m ready,” you said with a smile, eyes studying him in wonder. You looked confused, but you didn’t seem concerned. Perhaps something inside of you also sensed familiarity. “Do you want to see the stars with me?” 

He nodded and you led him to a clear, grassy spot away from the town. The grass was tall and green, pastel wildflowers growing amongst the landscape. You smoothed down your clothes and sat on the soft ground. Dan Heng sat next to you, careful to respect your personal space and keep a slight distance. 

He took in the scenery of the night before he saw you gazing at the stars. He quickly followed suit, tilting his head back.

Moments of tranquil silence passed by before he asked, “Do you know what I am?”

You didn’t miss a beat, almost as if you were expecting that question to come. “You appear human, but your presence doesn’t feel as so.”

“Much like you, correct?” he countered. “A Vidyadhara.”

You touched your head instinctively, the place where your horns should be. With wide eyes, you hastily put your arms back against your sides. 

Dan Heng raised his brow. 

“I thought my appearance had changed suddenly,” you said with a nervous laugh. 

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to cause such alarm. You don’t need to worry; you still appear human as well.” 

“It’s not as if I’m trying to pretend I’m not a Vidyadhara,” you explained, “it’s just easier to live here and be unnoticed with this appearance.” You looked away from the starry sky and turned to face Dan Heng. “And you— Why do you choose to appear human?” 

“I refuse to pay for the sins of my past reincarnation. It’s not me,” he said, voice tense. “That’s not who I am.” 

“You remember your past reincarnation?” you asked, your body perking up. Embarrassed by your eagerness, you stilled. “Sorry. That’s insensitive. There must be a reason you don’t want to remember. Sometimes, I just can’t help but wish I did.” 

The corners of Dan Heng’s mouth tilted upward. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t care for my past…except for one particular detail.” 

You shifted your position to sit with your legs folded over the other. You didn’t say anything, instead letting him speak as he felt comfortable.

“Maybe one particular person is more accurate.” 

Your eyes closed as you breathed deeply, the wind blowing around the two of you as if creating a bubble from the rest of the world. In deep concentration, you changed into your normal Vidyadhara form. Your ears were pointed, regal horns emerged from the top of your head, and you looked taller as your tail appeared underneath you. 

Expectantly, you looked at him. 

Dan Heng hesitated, but soon followed suit. He felt his body change to the one of his past as he revealed his true form to you. 

“Am I the person in your past?” you asked slowly, examining everything from his turquoise horns and dark hair, to his long tail landing in a semi-circle around you. 

He smiled to himself. Attentive as always, he thought. Lifetimes had passed, the galaxies never stopped moving, yet you were just as he remembered. Your experiences may have been different, as did the environment you grew up in, but at your core, you were still thoughtful, caring, and intelligent. No matter the reincarnation, you were still you— His beloved. 

A conflicted look formed on his face as that thought. Dan Heng was getting ahead of himself. He wasn’t Dan Feng. You couldn’t be his. 

You didn’t let his lack of response deter you, instead staring up at him with a hopeful gaze. “I’m sorry if that’s too personal of me to ask. It’s only… Something about you just feels safe and warm.”

His tail swayed back and forth. You felt it too?

“But you’re a stranger in this life, as far as I know,” you said with small laugh. “So why do you seem so familiar? Perhaps it means in my previous, you weren’t so strange.”

Dan Heng noticed his tail getting closer to your body before he managed to sway it the other way. You bumped yours against his mischievously. He jolted in surprise, both at the sudden touch of his tail—which he hadn’t felt in years and years—but also the small spark running through him at the point of contact. 

You bristled as well. “What was that?”

“I am not sure either.”

For a moment, you were lost in your thoughts. He wondered what you were thinking as your eyes swirled, looking more captivating than any galaxy he has ever seen. Your elegant horns looked as if they were glowing against the night sky and he wanted to reach out and feel them like he used to. One of your sensitive spots, he remembered. 

“I felt something when our tails brushed,” you said slowly, thinking your words through. “It wasn’t much, but it felt like a glimpse of my previous life. Do you think I can touch you more?”

Dan Heng absolutely did not mind if you touched him. Anywhere—for that matter. But he figured what was visible would be safest for the time being. He bowed his head, offering his horns to start with. “As you wish.”

You smiled brightly and his heart fluttered. He felt deep down he would do anything for you. Even confront his past life. And he vowed that what he didn’t do in his past life—spend enough time with you before it was too late—he would do in this. If only you allowed him. 

Reaching out, your gaze was fixed on his tall horns. You started with a careful touch to the tip and ran your fingers down to where his horns branched out. Heat and cold were both searing through his body at the touch and he was certain from your expression you felt the same. Your hands trailed down his face, feeling the point of his ears and resting on his cheek. 

Whether it was from the pain of the intensity coursing through you or whether it was because you were remembering your past life, Dan Heng saw tears rolling down your cheeks. 

He brought his hand up to you to wipe them away, but stopped right before he could touch your skin. “May I?” 

You nodded, a light sniffle coming from you and Dan Heng yearned to be of comfort. 

He started with a light brush of his thumb to gather the wetness on your face, gently wiping it off. Then, same as you did to him, he felt the elongation of your ears and ran hs fingers from the base of your horns to the very top. They were just as smooth as he remembered and he felt you tremble at the touch. He smiled. They were still also as sensitive as ever. 

“Are any memories resurfacing for you?” he said quietly. 

Your eyes were squeezed shut yet tears still leaked from them. It took a while for your to respond, overwhelmed by all the emotions, but eventually you managed to ask, “Is it… Dan Feng?”

“Dan Heng now,” he gently corrected. “I don‘t go by that name anymore.”

At that confirmation, you cried even more, jumping into his arms and burying your face in his chest. 

“It‘s been so long,” you said in exasperation, your words mixed with sniffles. “The Sedation— We didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You paused, removing yourself from his chest and looking up at him. “Rather, I didn’t get to say goodbye to Dan Feng. But with you here, maybe now I can.”

He nodded in understanding. His ending was so abrupt. Due to his own hubris and for the life of his closest friend, he ended up sacrificing himself. And in the long run, he learned he even sacrificed you. Dan Heng would never treat your relationship with him so casually again. He should’ve showed you it was the top priority in his life. 

Dan Heng watched in silence as you closed your eyes and whispered under your breath. He didn’t fully understand what you were saying, but he allowed you to have your private moment and say your goodbyes. He said goodbye to the past you as well—a right that was also stripped away from him as he was forced into reincarnation without second thought. Anger rose in his cheeks at those who took that away from him. From you. But it died down. Ultimately, what Dan Feng did wasn’t a part of him now. Maybe the person he is today wouldn’t have agreed with those past actions in the first place. 

Moments turned into minutes and minutes turned to hours before you finally opened your eyes and looked at him. Your gaze was clearer, as if it was truly him—Dan Heng—you were seeing. 

You smiled wistfully, hand gently stroking the spine of his tail. “I may have said goodbye to Dan Feng, but, at your core, the Dan Heng in front of me still feels like the man I love.”

He hummed in thought. He understood exactly what you were feeling. “Your core is the same too,” he said, his palm resting on your chest where your heart was beating. “You’re someone I will always love. And I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

Your face broke into an expression of sadness and Dan Heng felt his heart tightened. 

“I’m sorry I, as Dan Feng, left you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you until the end.”

You shook your head, trying to force a happy look on your face. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t leave me. You were taken and punished and I couldn’t say goodbye. But I forgive you.”

“Why? I valued my power and my friend’s life and, ultimately, was selfish and didn’t consider the impact on yours. There are so many reasons I don’t want to hold onto my past. But if being here with you means facing it, I will.”

You sighed, a small, sad chuckle escaping your lips. “You see someone selfish and arrogant, but I see a kind and selfless soul who wanted his friend to be there with him forever.”

Dan Heng thought back in shame of the Blade he met on Luofu. 

“Our pasts are linked, but so are our presents,” you said, lifting his chin up. “You’re not Dan Feng anymore, are you?”

He nodded firmly. 

You smiled in acceptance. “You’re not exactly my first love, Dan Feng, but I have a feeling I’ll like this Dan Heng person even more, anyway.”

His body immediately warmed and he wanted to melt into your touch. You were always so kind, so thoughtful. Dan Feng may have messed up and got the two of you separated, but he would never. 

“In our last life and this life, and if we have even more to come, we will always find each other,” he vowed. 

You touched your forehead to his before leaning in for a kiss. He met your lips as if he were securing a promise. A promise not to leave you again, a promise he was really here, and a promise he still loved you. There was so much he had to learn about your new life—and you, his. But Dan Heng was certain it’d only make him love you more. 

He had gone through the betrayal of a friend, the betrayal of a nation, and death and exile from the very place he once called home, but no pain compared to that of losing you. And now that he found you again, he didn’t want to make the same mistakes as his past reincarnation. 

You placed your hand on his cheek and deepened the kiss, breaking him out of his thoughts. Your hand was warm against the cool air of the night. Dan Heng ran his hand down to your waist and wrapped around to rest on the small of your back. He pushed you closer to him, wanting to feel your body against his. The heat emanated through the fabric of your clothes and the faint smell of wildflowers and vanilla filled his senses. It was a familiar scent he had always loved. 

He smiled into the kiss and you moved closer, draping a leg around his hip. Dan Heng didn’t ever want to let you go, but he knew he had nothing to fear. Now he knew the strength of your bond—how the draw to each other could withstand lifetimes. 

Not even time itself could separate you from him. 

[milkbobatyun]

a ghost of his past

pairing: dan heng x reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: even in his dreams, his past haunts him.

word count: 630

a/n: which clown pulled for dan heng IL just because his design was really pretty? totally not me !! n e ways take this attempt at a dan heng fic.

the gentle, quiet melody of the CD was seeping into the sleeping quarters of the astral express. its inhabitants were deep in sleep. suddenly, with a horrid screech, it halts. an unnerving silence settled over the sleeping quarters. when the disk starts revolving again, a haunting xiaozhou melody sings from the player.

dan heng lies asleep in his bed, where he finds himself in his own dreamscape. a ghost of a figure haunts his, no, dan feng’s dreams.

they stare into his soul with lifeless eyes, silent in their approach.

even without the memories of his past lives, he knew who you were. his lover. or rather, dan feng’s. his gentle, beautiful lover, who offered him unconditional affection, who was always so understanding of him.

you, whose soft hands brushed at his tears when they fell, massaged away the headaches that accompanied the arduous role of being a high elder. 

your love story was spread far and wide in the xianzhou. many children and young couples aspired to have such a fantastical and romantic love. the two of you were the envies of all lovers. the citizens watched as their high elder, always so cold and judicial in his mannerisms, would soften and gaze at you with the warmest look in his eyes, how the fearsome dragon elder became but a mere puppy in your presence.

in danheng’s fragmented dreams, short films of your love played before him, reminding him of every tender moment. times where you were his sole supporter and believer. the seconds of eternity where you would sneak into his office, a boxed lunch, fresh from the stove, cradled in your hands.

the dreams were bright and warm, like the soft touch of spring, flowers booming in his chest.

the fragile flowers, their buds just beginning to bloom, are swallowed by the cold touch of frost, the lively blooms blackening and withering.

in danheng’s fragmented nightmares, he caught glimpses of your demise. your warped screams echo in his mind, bloody hands clawing at the hem of his coat. he hears your voice, begging for mercy.

the nightmares were cold and lonely, like ice seeping into his veins, cutting into his soul and heart.

as he dreams, blade’s voice echoes in his mind.

“you always knew the price better than any of us.” he hissed, his voice a serpent’s hiss, slithering in his thoughts. “that’s why you sacrificed her.”

“you killed her, for the sake of your planet.” blade taunted, his laugh grating in danheng’s ear. “YOU KILLED HER, WITH YOUR OWN TWO HANDS.”

dan heng squeezed his eyes shut, the blackness of his dreamscape pressing in on him, suffocating him. he covered his ears with his hands, tugging and clawing at his hair, to get your echoing screams out of his mind.

he felt a warm liquid running between his fingers. dan heng held his trembling hands in front of him, watching as blood stained his hands, the bloody spear gripped with shaking fingers.

kneeling by his feet was your lifeless body, a bloody hole where your heart should be.  your eyes are fixed ahead, mouth contorting into words that cut his heart deeper than any sword.

“dan feng. how could you.” you breathed, eyes swimming with hurt. “i thought you loved me.”

with a start, dan heng woke from his dreams. the xianzhou lullaby ceases.

drawing his knees up to his chest, dan heng presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“spare me, please,” dan heng pleads to the empty room. “let me forget my past.”

no one responds, but in the depths of his mind, he seems to hear a soft whisper.

“i’m sorry…please don’t forget me.”

the room was silent, but the weight of his past lay burdened on dan heng’s mind.

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