✧ Feeding them Guacamole — VARIOUS!HSR x gn reader (ft. Aventurine, Dan Heng, Phainon)
✧ One Last Lap — Gepard x gn reader (ice skating w/ gepard, gentle romance, lowkey slow burn but it's so fluffy)
✧ Thankful for You — Phainon x gn reader (modern au, established relationship, post-Thanksgiving, fluff, reader is thankful for Phainon)
✧ Evernight x Reader headcanons — Evernight x gn reader (established relationship, soft yandere)
✧ Hold Still, Dan Heng — IL Dan Heng x clingy! gn reader (established relationship, pure fluff, lots of hugs + kisses + cuddling)
✧ "What a lovely couple you'd make" (2) — VARIOUS!HSR x gn reader (ft. Kafka, Mydei, Anaxa, Welt, Aventurine, Boothill, Black Swan, Fu Xuan, Argenti)
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what do you think about phainon eating lunch with your whole family?
im from colombia, specifically from the coast so we have a really strong food identity (deep fried fish, coconut rice and so on) and i think, no IM SURE, phainon would love it
OH HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOSE HIS MIND /POS 😭🤍
Phainon sitting down to eat with your whole family would feel unreal to him in the best way. Everyone talking at once, laughing loud, food being passed around, the smell of fried fish and coconut rice filling the house. It would be warm and overwhelming and comforting all at the same time.
At first.. he is very polite. Almost shy, actually. Sitting properly, thanking everyone, asking if it is okay before taking more food. But the moment he actually tastes the food, not try, but really *taste* the food, you can see it on his face. His eyes light up. He starts asking questions between bites like:
"Wait—what's this dish called? How'd you make it?"
"Is it always this good?"
"Can I have more—if that's okay?"
Phainon genuinely loves being invited into someone's personal world, and food is such a huge part of that. He listens so intently while everyone explains how things are cooked, who taught them, which family member makes it best.
Yeah, no doubt about it that he absolutely goes back for seconds.
Your family would absolutely adopt him on the spot. Someone's piling extra food onto his plate, someone else is teasing him for eating so much, and he just laughs along, warm and a little overwhelmed, but clearly happy. Because this kind of love is so different from what he's used to.
By the end of lunch he is completely full, cheeks warm from smiling too much, leaning back in his chair and listening to everyone talk. Maybe the ocean is in the background, maybe someone is still offering him more food. He is already filing this away as a core memory.
Later on, he tells you that the food was incredible, but what he really liked was being there with all of you. Being invited into something so personal. To him, that means everything.
Mainly for Adventurine, Dan Heng, and Phainon, idrc who else tbh.
(It's totally not because I made some earlier today)
Feeding them Guacamole
Featuring: Aventurine, Dan Heng, Phainon x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slice-of-Life
Word Count: ~416
Aventurine
✧ Absolutely ate it.
✧ Pretended he was "just trying it," then somehow immediately framed the moment like a high-stakes bet.
✧ He literally took his time with the first bite...there was dramatic pause before you received an even more exaggerated approval.
✧ If it was homemade, he was genuinely impressed.
✧ If it was store-bought? Still ate it, but teased you about it being "risk management" and "acceptable margins" while going back for seconds.
✧ You couldn't believe he was complimenting it like he was evaluating some luxury asset...is he for real?
✧ "Hmm, a pleasant surprise."
✧ Asked who taught you how to make it and whether this could be a repeatable outcome.
✧ Somehow ended up in possession of the bowl by the end of the night and never acknowledged how that happened.
Dan Heng
✧ "Is this safe to eat?"
✧ Bro, why was he so suspicious? He even asked what was in it..
✧ You explained.
✧ He watched you eat it first to confirm it wasn't poisonous.
✧ Eventually tried a VERY small bite.
✧ There was a long ass pause right after...
✧ "…It's good."
✧ That was it. That was the highest praise you ever received.
✧ Refused to elaborate.
✧ Claimed he didn't like it thattt much...
✧ Then you found out he quietly finished the rest when he thought no one was looking. He exhaled quietly in satisfaction…then slipped the empty bowl back where it was.
✧ Would never admit he liked it, but asked if there was more later.
✧ You literally caught him eating it alone later at 2am.
✧ Froze when you caught him. Said nothing. Continued eating.
Phainon
✧ 100% down. No hesitation.
✧ Sat next to you immediately, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
✧ Genuinely interested in how you made it.
✧ Complimented it easily.
✧ Might suggest small improvements ("maybe a little more lime?" "have you tried adding—") in a thoughtful way.
✧ Ate straight from the bowl while talking about something completely unrelated.
✧ Laughed mid-sentence and forgot how much he'd already eaten.
✧ Ended up accidentally eating most of it.
✧ He apologized sincerely, but didn't stop eating.
✧ Offered to help you make more next time, grinning because he was genuinely happy you'd made it.
✧ It was already decided you'd be doing this again.
All in all, the final verdict?
You are allowed. Encouraged, even. Please continue your culinary experiments.
Mainly for Adventurine, Dan Heng, and Phainon, idrc who else tbh.
(It's totally not because I made some earlier today)
Feeding them Guacamole
Featuring: Aventurine, Dan Heng, Phainon x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slice-of-Life
Word Count: ~416
Aventurine
✧ Absolutely ate it.
✧ Pretended he was "just trying it," then somehow immediately framed the moment like a high-stakes bet.
✧ He literally took his time with the first bite...there was dramatic pause before you received an even more exaggerated approval.
✧ If it was homemade, he was genuinely impressed.
✧ If it was store-bought? Still ate it, but teased you about it being "risk management" and "acceptable margins" while going back for seconds.
✧ You couldn't believe he was complimenting it like he was evaluating some luxury asset...is he for real?
✧ "Hmm, a pleasant surprise."
✧ Asked who taught you how to make it and whether this could be a repeatable outcome.
✧ Somehow ended up in possession of the bowl by the end of the night and never acknowledged how that happened.
Dan Heng
✧ "Is this safe to eat?"
✧ Bro, why was he so suspicious? He even asked what was in it..
✧ You explained.
✧ He watched you eat it first to confirm it wasn't poisonous.
✧ Eventually tried a VERY small bite.
✧ There was a long ass pause right after...
✧ "…It's good."
✧ That was it. That was the highest praise you ever received.
✧ Refused to elaborate.
✧ Claimed he didn't like it thattt much...
✧ Then you found out he quietly finished the rest when he thought no one was looking. He exhaled quietly in satisfaction…then slipped the empty bowl back where it was.
✧ Would never admit he liked it, but asked if there was more later.
✧ You literally caught him eating it alone later at 2am.
✧ Froze when you caught him. Said nothing. Continued eating.
Phainon
✧ 100% down. No hesitation.
✧ Sat next to you immediately, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
✧ Genuinely interested in how you made it.
✧ Complimented it easily.
✧ Might suggest small improvements ("maybe a little more lime?" "have you tried adding—") in a thoughtful way.
✧ Ate straight from the bowl while talking about something completely unrelated.
✧ Laughed mid-sentence and forgot how much he'd already eaten.
✧ Ended up accidentally eating most of it.
✧ He apologized sincerely, but didn't stop eating.
✧ Offered to help you make more next time, grinning because he was genuinely happy you'd made it.
✧ It was already decided you'd be doing this again.
All in all, the final verdict?
You are allowed. Encouraged, even. Please continue your culinary experiments.
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Genre: Fluff, slice of life, gentle romance, comfort, slow-burn
Summary: On a quiet winter evening in Belobog, you meet Gepard at the public ice rink after his patrol. What starts as cautious skating turns into shared laughter, steady hands, and a moment of peace neither of you realized you needed. Just one last lap, beneath warm lights and falling snow.
Word Count: 1.09k
Content Warnings: None
The cold air bit at your cheeks the moment you stepped into the open rink, turning them pink almost immediately. You rubbed your hands together, breath fogging in front of you as laughter slipped out without meaning to. It had been longer than you remembered since you last went skating, and the familiar chill carried a strange mix of excitement and doubt. Part of you wondered if this had been a mistake. Another part of you already knew you were glad you came.
The ice rink near Belobog’s central square glowed softly beneath the lantern light, its frost-glazed surface reflecting the falling snow like scattered stars. Snow drifted lazily from the sky, settling along the edges where a few Silvermane Guards stood watch at a respectful distance. The city felt quieter here, like it was holding its breath for the night.
Gepard stood near the rink’s entrance. He was not wearing his usual Silvermane armor today. Without his uniform, he still looked tall and unmistakable, even at rest (somehow). He was dressed in thick winter layers instead, a pale scarf wrapped neatly around his neck. His gloves looked well worn, like something he actually used rather than ceremonial gear. Even off duty, he carried himself with the same straight posture. You found yourself noticing how different he looked like this, and how strangely comforting it felt.
“You’re here,” he said, blue eyes softening when he noticed you. “Good. I just finished my patrol.”
Something warm settled in your chest at that. He had still come, even after work.
He paused, clearing his throat. “This area has been inspected thoroughly. It’s… safe to skate.”
You smiled to yourself. Even now, he could not help but sound official.
It almost sounded like a formal report.
The rink lights cast a gentle glow over the ice, reflecting off the shallow grooves carved into its surface. Holiday decorations hung along the fence, strings of warm lights mixed with faint neon accents that painted the ice in soft colors. Somewhere beyond the rink, distant music played, muffled by the cold and the open air.
You stepped onto the ice first, but your skates slid farther than you expected.
“…Oh,” you muttered, arms lifting instinctively. A brief spark of embarrassment flared before you could stop it. So much for confidence.
Gepard followed moments later, movements careful and deliberate. He tested his footing as if assessing unstable ground, boots gliding only slightly before he found his balance.
“This is harder than I remember,” you admitted with a quiet laugh.
You were relieved when your words came out light instead of awkward.
“…Yes,” he said after wobbling just enough to notice. “I was thinking the same thing.”
The two of you pushed off slowly, skating side by side. Neither of you moved quickly, starting at an easy pace. You stayed close without meaning to, comforted by his steady presence at your side.
Your laps were quiet and unhurried, blades scraping softly against the ice in steady rhythm. Snow continued to fall, dusting the edges of the rink. Gepard’s gaze occasionally lifted, scanning the surroundings out of habit, before settling back on the ice — or on you. Each breath came out foggy and visible in the air, especially when you laughed again after nearly slipping.
“This rink is maintained for public use,” he said after a while. “Even during harsh weather, people still come here. Children especially.”
You listened, watching the way his breath fogged as he spoke.
There was something steady and sincere in his voice that made your chest feel warm despite the cold. You liked hearing him talk about Belobog like this, not as a duty, but as something he cared for deeply.
You circled the rink together, your pace slow and even. At one point, you stumbled slightly, and Gepard reacted instantly, reaching out to steady you. His grip was firm but careful, like he was afraid of applying too much force.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, concern immediate.
“I’m okay,” you reassured him, surprised by how quickly you felt safe again. “Thanks for catching me.”
He exhaled quietly, tension draining from his shoulders.
“…Good.” He released you slowly, making sure you were truly steady. “As captain of the Silvermane Guards, I consider everyone’s safety my responsibility. Even off duty.”
You smiled. “Does that mean I’m under your protection right now?”
He hesitated, then nodded once.
“Yes.”
As the night grew colder, the lamps glowed warmer, and the city hummed quietly around you. Gepard's movements grew more confident. He still skated carefully, but the tension had faded, replaced by something calmer. The city lights shimmered across the ice, and the guards in the distance began to drift away as their shift changed.
“I don’t often allow myself moments like this,” he admitted. “But… I’m glad I did today.”
“I’m glad you did too,” you said softly, the smile in your voice impossible to hide. “I think I needed this more than I realized.”
Snow continued to fall, the ice gleaming softly beneath your skates, and for once, Belobog felt peaceful. Not because of duty or orders, but because of a shared, simple moment the two of you had chosen to slow down and spend together.
You skated side by side, shoulders nearly brushing, neither of you rushing to finish. You told yourself it was just to keep your balance, but you did not move away. The ice reflected the lights beneath your feet, grooves catching and scattering the glow like small sparks.
When you finally stepped off the ice, your fingers felt numb as you carefully unlaced your skates.
“These laces are impossible,” you huffed under your breath.
Gepard removed his gloves and helped, his hands stiff from the cold.
“Apologies,” he murmured. “These knots are difficult.”
The simple kindness of the gesture made your heart pound unexpectedly, warmth blooming in your cheeks despite the chill. You wondered if he realized how much moments like this meant to you.
You shook your head quickly. “No, it’s okay. Thank you.”
Once the skates were off, standing felt strange. You walked awkwardly in your socks, laughing softly at how unsteady it felt after the ice.
Gepard did the same, clearly just as off balance.
“…I believe I prefer skating to this,” he admitted.
The cold clung to you as you left the rink together, but it felt different now. Softer. Like something earned.
And for once, Gepard Landau was not a captain on duty. Just someone who had taken the time to skate, laugh, and finish one last lap beside you.
Setting: Post-Thanksgiving evening; quiet city streets outside a cozy café
Genre: Modern AU, soft romance, fluff, comfort, slice-of-life, established relationship
Summary: After a late-night hot chocolate run, you and Phainon walk home through a lantern-lit street. Wrapped in his coat and the quiet of the city, you find yourself held—by him, by his words, and by the feeling you’ve both been tiptoeing around for far too long.
Word Count: ~750
Content Warnings: None
A/N: Whoa, long-ass hiatus, but here’s proof I still exist LOL. Happy (very belated) Thanksgiving! Life’s been kinda busy, but I’m crawling out of my temporary hiatus. Thank you all for being patient with me. Super excited to get back into writing again, so here’s a little Phainon fic to serve as the appetizer 😋💗 FYI, my ask box is open again! I’ll be prioritizing older requests first, but feel free to send new ones. I''l also share more details in my separate post.
The night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped out of the café, Phainon trailing behind you with two steaming cups of hot chocolate balanced in one hand. He nudged the door open with his shoulder, hair ruffling in the breeze. There was something disarmingly tender about the way he moved. His steps were casual and unhurried, as if the whole world had slowed down for the two of you alone.
“Hot chocolate delivery for my favorite person,” he grinned proudly, handing you the cup. “Fair warning though. I added extra marshmallows and the barista looked concerned.”
You snorted. “Good. I'd be concerned if you didn't add extra.”
Phainon laughed, eyes warming as he watched you take the cup.
“Yeah, I figured,” he said, brushing his knuckles gently against your arm.
He looked way too pleased with himself for getting it right.
The streets outside the café had fallen quiet by the time you both stepped outside. Most of the city had already gone home to sleep off the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers, leaving behind strings of warm lights that glowed along the sidewalk. The night was cool and smelled faintly of roasted chestnuts from a vendor who had already packed up his cart. A few stray leaves skittered across the pavement, turning lazily in the breeze.
A chilly wind suddenly swept past, and you shivered despite the cup in your hands.
Phainon instantly noticed.
Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. It fit you loosely, enveloping you like you’d been swallowed in a blanket of him. When you looked up, he was smiling in that gentle way that made his eyes soften at the edges.
“Phainon, you’ll freeze.”
“It’s okay,” he said with a soft grin. “I'm practically immune to the cold.”
“That’s absolutely not true.”
He smiled, tucking the coat around your shoulders more snugly. “Then I’ll just stand closer,” he said simply. And he did, sliding an arm around your waist, drawing you closer with an easy, familiar touch.
Your breath fogged in the air. His didn’t, because apparently he was radiating enough heat to warm the block.
“You always do this,” you murmured, pulling his coat tighter around you.
“Do what?”
“Take care of me without even thinking about it.”
His eyes softened in that way they only ever did when he was looking at you. “I like making sure you’re warm.”
“You do a lot more than that.”
He blinked. “I do?”
You nodded, heart swelling. “I’m thankful for you. For… everything you do. You make my life better in ways I do not think you even realize. You show up. You listen. You make me laugh when I want to disappear into my bed for three days. I am thankful for all of it. I’m thankful you’re mine.”
For a second, his smile faltered, replaced by something fragile and stunned.
As if he was used to being relied on, not cherished.
As if your gratitude meant more to him than he could say.
Then he leaned in, forehead brushing yours, voice barely above a whisper.
“You don’t know what it does to me when you say things like that.”
You opened your mouth to reply—but his lips were already on yours.
The kiss was warm despite the cold, careful at first, then deeper when you reached up and tangled your fingers in his messy white hair. He let out a soft, breathy laugh against your mouth, the kind he only made when he was truly, deeply happy.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again.
“I’m thankful for you too,” he murmured. “More than I know how to explain.”
You smiled. “Try anyway.”
He cupped your cheek with a gloved hand, thumb brushing your skin. “You make the world… brighter. I think about you all the time. I want to be better because of you. I want to come home to you every day."
Your heart melted. Completely.
He took your hand in his, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“Come on,” he said, voice light again, soft but glowing. “Let’s go home. You can keep my coat. If I get cold, I will just hold onto you.”
“You always hold onto me,” you teased.
He smiled boyishly. “I love the person I am holding onto.”
So you walked through the lantern-lit street, wrapped in his coat and held in his arm, feeling warm.
Warm despite the cold, yet thankful for each other.
Setting: Post-Thanksgiving evening; quiet city streets outside a cozy café
Genre: Modern AU, soft romance, fluff, comfort, slice-of-life, established relationship
Summary: After a late-night hot chocolate run, you and Phainon walk home through a lantern-lit street. Wrapped in his coat and the quiet of the city, you find yourself held—by him, by his words, and by the feeling you’ve both been tiptoeing around for far too long.
Word Count: ~750
Content Warnings: None
A/N: Whoa, long-ass hiatus, but here’s proof I still exist LOL. Happy (very belated) Thanksgiving! Life’s been kinda busy, but I’m crawling out of my temporary hiatus. Thank you all for being patient with me. Super excited to get back into writing again, so here’s a little Phainon fic to serve as the appetizer 😋💗 FYI, my ask box is open again! I’ll be prioritizing older requests first, but feel free to send new ones. I''l also share more details in my separate post.
The night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped out of the café, Phainon trailing behind you with two steaming cups of hot chocolate balanced in one hand. He nudged the door open with his shoulder, hair ruffling in the breeze. There was something disarmingly tender about the way he moved. His steps were casual and unhurried, as if the whole world had slowed down for the two of you alone.
“Hot chocolate delivery for my favorite person,” he grinned proudly, handing you the cup. “Fair warning though. I added extra marshmallows and the barista looked concerned.”
You snorted. “Good. I'd be concerned if you didn't add extra.”
Phainon laughed, eyes warming as he watched you take the cup.
“Yeah, I figured,” he said, brushing his knuckles gently against your arm.
He looked way too pleased with himself for getting it right.
The streets outside the café had fallen quiet by the time you both stepped outside. Most of the city had already gone home to sleep off the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers, leaving behind strings of warm lights that glowed along the sidewalk. The night was cool and smelled faintly of roasted chestnuts from a vendor who had already packed up his cart. A few stray leaves skittered across the pavement, turning lazily in the breeze.
A chilly wind suddenly swept past, and you shivered despite the cup in your hands.
Phainon instantly noticed.
Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. It fit you loosely, enveloping you like you’d been swallowed in a blanket of him. When you looked up, he was smiling in that gentle way that made his eyes soften at the edges.
“Phainon, you’ll freeze.”
“It’s okay,” he said with a soft grin. “I'm practically immune to the cold.”
“That’s absolutely not true.”
He smiled, tucking the coat around your shoulders more snugly. “Then I’ll just stand closer,” he said simply. And he did, sliding an arm around your waist, drawing you closer with an easy, familiar touch.
Your breath fogged in the air. His didn’t, because apparently he was radiating enough heat to warm the block.
“You always do this,” you murmured, pulling his coat tighter around you.
“Do what?”
“Take care of me without even thinking about it.”
His eyes softened in that way they only ever did when he was looking at you. “I like making sure you’re warm.”
“You do a lot more than that.”
He blinked. “I do?”
You nodded, heart swelling. “I’m thankful for you. For… everything you do. You make my life better in ways I do not think you even realize. You show up. You listen. You make me laugh when I want to disappear into my bed for three days. I am thankful for all of it. I’m thankful you’re mine.”
For a second, his smile faltered, replaced by something fragile and stunned.
As if he was used to being relied on, not cherished.
As if your gratitude meant more to him than he could say.
Then he leaned in, forehead brushing yours, voice barely above a whisper.
“You don’t know what it does to me when you say things like that.”
You opened your mouth to reply—but his lips were already on yours.
The kiss was warm despite the cold, careful at first, then deeper when you reached up and tangled your fingers in his messy white hair. He let out a soft, breathy laugh against your mouth, the kind he only made when he was truly, deeply happy.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again.
“I’m thankful for you too,” he murmured. “More than I know how to explain.”
You smiled. “Try anyway.”
He cupped your cheek with a gloved hand, thumb brushing your skin. “You make the world… brighter. I think about you all the time. I want to be better because of you. I want to come home to you every day."
Your heart melted. Completely.
He took your hand in his, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“Come on,” he said, voice light again, soft but glowing. “Let’s go home. You can keep my coat. If I get cold, I will just hold onto you.”
“You always hold onto me,” you teased.
He smiled boyishly. “I love the person I am holding onto.”
So you walked through the lantern-lit street, wrapped in his coat and held in his arm, feeling warm.
Warm despite the cold, yet thankful for each other.
hi guys ik ive been missing in action for a while LOL. but life’s been kinda hectic lately, but i promise i’ve been reading through my inboxes. it’s honestly so heartwarming seeing all your messages 🥹
imma keep my inbox closed for now, but by the time thanksgiving rolls around, i’ll be ready to open requests again. thank you SO much for being patient with me—love u my pooks <3
✧ Evernight seems cold and serious at first...until it comes to you. Her smiles are rare and her gestures small, but whenever she acts for your sake, it is never without purpose.
✧ You often joke she’s like your shadow. You’ll never truly know how many threats she’s intercepted or how many events she has quietly shifted behind the scenes just to keep you safe.
✧ At first, you thought you were just lucky—that it was coincidence, the way things always worked out around you. But Evernight doesn’t rely on chance. Not when it concerns you.
✧ She knows the difference between herself and March 7th. March’s touch is warm and gentle. Evernight’s is cool, almost chilling...yet somehow just as comforting.
✧ You are something precious to her. One wrong glance in your direction, and the air seems to grow colder under her gaze.
✧ Protective to the extreme. If you so much as trip, she is already there to catch you, sometimes mildly scolding you for being reckless.
✧ Sometimes she simply watches how others speak to you, her eyes narrowing in subtle warning. It is often enough to warn them not to overstep.
✧ If someone flirts with you or gets too close, she doesn't make a scene. She only steps beside you and draws you subtly closer.
✧ When you accidentally bump into her, she reacts faster than you’ve ever seen. Hands on your shoulders, eyes searching for injury as she mutters, “Don’t scare me like that again.”
✧ Outside the Express, her hand finds your wrist, guiding you gently behind her. In her mind, your safety should be a given.
✧ She never speaks of it, but the thought of losing you unsettles her more than anything. Some nights, she simply stays beside you in silence, making sure you’re still here.
✧ Everything she does is deliberate: your collar adjusted just so, a ribbon left on your desk, her silhouette appearing at your side without a sound or explanation.
✧ When you run your fingers through her hair, she raises a brow as though unimpressed. And yet, she leans in just slightly closer, allowing the touch.
✧ If you fall asleep on her shoulder, she adjusts you carefully, draping a blanket over you, and continues as though nothing has changed, her cool fingertips brushing your temple to keep your dreams undisturbed.
✧ And if someone ever asks why you trust her, despite the coldness in her red eyes, your answer is simple: because she has never once let go of your hand when it mattered.
✧ Evernight seems cold and serious at first...until it comes to you. Her smiles are rare and her gestures small, but whenever she acts for your sake, it is never without purpose.
✧ You often joke she’s like your shadow. You’ll never truly know how many threats she’s intercepted or how many events she has quietly shifted behind the scenes just to keep you safe.
✧ At first, you thought you were just lucky—that it was coincidence, the way things always worked out around you. But Evernight doesn’t rely on chance. Not when it concerns you.
✧ She knows the difference between herself and March 7th. March’s touch is warm and gentle. Evernight’s is cool, almost chilling...yet somehow just as comforting.
✧ You are something precious to her. One wrong glance in your direction, and the air seems to grow colder under her gaze.
✧ Protective to the extreme. If you so much as trip, she is already there to catch you, sometimes mildly scolding you for being reckless.
✧ Sometimes she simply watches how others speak to you, her eyes narrowing in subtle warning. It is often enough to warn them not to overstep.
✧ If someone flirts with you or gets too close, she doesn't make a scene. She only steps beside you and draws you subtly closer.
✧ When you accidentally bump into her, she reacts faster than you’ve ever seen. Hands on your shoulders, eyes searching for injury as she mutters, “Don’t scare me like that again.”
✧ Outside the Express, her hand finds your wrist, guiding you gently behind her. In her mind, your safety should be a given.
✧ She never speaks of it, but the thought of losing you unsettles her more than anything. Some nights, she simply stays beside you in silence, making sure you’re still here.
✧ Everything she does is deliberate: your collar adjusted just so, a ribbon left on your desk, her silhouette appearing at your side without a sound or explanation.
✧ When you run your fingers through her hair, she raises a brow as though unimpressed. And yet, she leans in just slightly closer, allowing the touch.
✧ If you fall asleep on her shoulder, she adjusts you carefully, draping a blanket over you, and continues as though nothing has changed, her cool fingertips brushing your temple to keep your dreams undisturbed.
✧ And if someone ever asks why you trust her, despite the coldness in her red eyes, your answer is simple: because she has never once let go of your hand when it mattered.
hiii i hope you’re having a great day! i saw your clingy with dan heng post and i just can’t get it out of my mind..!!
could i please request a clingy!reader with dan heng? maybe with his IL form as well… tail hugs.. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
thank you so much!!
A/N: To the sweet anon who requested clingy!reader with Dan Heng (and IL form)—thank you for your patience 💜 I ended up blending both forms a bit since, at his core, Imbibitor Lunae is Dan Heng. (And honestly, it felt more natural to write his tail interactions this way LOL) I hope this still scratches the itch you had in mind, MWAH.
Hold Still, Dan Heng
Pairing: Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae) x GN Clingy!Reader
Setting: Astral Express, Archives Room
Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Light Romance, Established relationship
Summary: You find Dan Heng meditating and decide to interrupt..with affection. He’s reluctant at first, but it’s hard to meditate when you keep stealing his focus.
You never thought anyone could be this… unshakably calm while you clung to them like a heated body pillow.
But then again, you'd never met Dan Heng.
From behind him, you crept up, the familiar warmth of your presence settling next to him before your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into your embrace. He flinched at first, startled by the sudden intrusion of affection, but he didn’t pull away.
"Dan Heng," you murmured, your voice soft as you nestled closer. His long, slender tail flicked instinctively, brushing against your legs in an attempt to create space, but you were quick to catch it.
You didn’t say a word. Instead, you snuggled against him more insistently, curling up in the crook of his arm and letting your hands gently grasp his tail, fingertips tracing the smooth, cool surface of his scales. His tail gave a slight twitch as you nuzzled against him, the warmth of your body seeping through his clothes.
He sighed, not in annoyance, but in resignation. “You know, I’m not sure it’s particularly...appropriate to be this close to me in the middle of work.” His tone remained calm, though there was a faint lilt that betrayed his reluctance.
But you weren’t hearing any of it. You had already tucked yourself against his side, your face buried against his chest. His tail twitched again as you began lightly stroking the scaled surface, the repetitive motion strangely soothing.
“You’ve been so distant tonight,” you murmured, your voice muffled. “I missed you.”
The words, laced with affection and an underlying vulnerability, tugged at something deep within him. He could feel his posture soften, the composed expression he so often carried slipping just a little. He wasn’t sure why, but your clinginess made him feel needed.
“I’m right here,” he said quietly, the edge in his voice fading into something softer.
You smiled, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along his tail. "I know. But I just want to be closer."
His breath hitched ever so slightly when you tugged on his tail, not harshly, but in a teasing, affectionate way. His tail responded to the gentle pressure, curling around your hand instinctively as if it, too, had decided to indulge you.
"I didn’t know you were so fond of my tail," he murmured, caught somewhere between amusement and embarrassment. His eyes flickered to the side, avoiding yours for a moment to hide the subtle blush painting his cheeks.
You only giggled softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It's beautiful," you said simply, your thumb brushing over a scale's faint luminescence. "And it’s just another part of you that I want to hold onto."
Dan Heng stilled under your touch. There was a faint, almost imperceptible sigh that left him, and for a moment, he let himself relax into you. He always had a soft spot for you, even if it was buried beneath his usual reserve. Your clinginess had a way of breaking down the walls he’d carefully built, leaving him exposed in the best possible way.
“Just don’t expect me to always be so... accommodating,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words. Instead, he placed his hand gently on your head, fingers threading through your hair, a quiet acknowledgment of how much he truly appreciated your presence.
“I won’t,” you promised, smiling softly up at him. “But you know I’m going to keep cuddling with you.”
He didn't reply, only resting his forehead gently against yours. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away just slightly.
Morning light filtered through the Express windows, painting the room gold. You were still draped across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, arms looped around him.
“You’re not going to meditate, are you?” you asked, voice muffled against his chest.
“I was," he replied.
“You can meditate while cuddling me," you said brightly.
“That’s not how that works.”
“Have you tried?”
He exhaled through his nose, a faint chuckle escaping before he could stop it. In truth, he had tried. Multiple times. And the worst part? He could still enter a meditative state like this, with you pressed against him, hands resting lightly on his chest, head tucked beneath his chin. It was harder to focus, yes, but somehow... he finds your warmth so endearing.
So he doesn’t argue. His tail slid gently around your thigh, holding you close without a word.
You smiled against his chest, eyes fluttering shut in silent victory.
hiii i hope you’re having a great day! i saw your clingy with dan heng post and i just can’t get it out of my mind..!!
could i please request a clingy!reader with dan heng? maybe with his IL form as well… tail hugs.. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
thank you so much!!
A/N: To the sweet anon who requested clingy!reader with Dan Heng (and IL form)—thank you for your patience 💜 I ended up blending both forms a bit since, at his core, Imbibitor Lunae is Dan Heng. (And honestly, it felt more natural to write his tail interactions this way LOL) I hope this still scratches the itch you had in mind, MWAH.
Hold Still, Dan Heng
Pairing: Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae) x GN Clingy!Reader
Setting: Astral Express, Archives Room
Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Light Romance, Established relationship
Summary: You find Dan Heng meditating and decide to interrupt..with affection. He’s reluctant at first, but it’s hard to meditate when you keep stealing his focus.
You never thought anyone could be this… unshakably calm while you clung to them like a heated body pillow.
But then again, you'd never met Dan Heng.
From behind him, you crept up, the familiar warmth of your presence settling next to him before your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into your embrace. He flinched at first, startled by the sudden intrusion of affection, but he didn’t pull away.
"Dan Heng," you murmured, your voice soft as you nestled closer. His long, slender tail flicked instinctively, brushing against your legs in an attempt to create space, but you were quick to catch it.
You didn’t say a word. Instead, you snuggled against him more insistently, curling up in the crook of his arm and letting your hands gently grasp his tail, fingertips tracing the smooth, cool surface of his scales. His tail gave a slight twitch as you nuzzled against him, the warmth of your body seeping through his clothes.
He sighed, not in annoyance, but in resignation. “You know, I’m not sure it’s particularly...appropriate to be this close to me in the middle of work.” His tone remained calm, though there was a faint lilt that betrayed his reluctance.
But you weren’t hearing any of it. You had already tucked yourself against his side, your face buried against his chest. His tail twitched again as you began lightly stroking the scaled surface, the repetitive motion strangely soothing.
“You’ve been so distant tonight,” you murmured, your voice muffled. “I missed you.”
The words, laced with affection and an underlying vulnerability, tugged at something deep within him. He could feel his posture soften, the composed expression he so often carried slipping just a little. He wasn’t sure why, but your clinginess made him feel needed.
“I’m right here,” he said quietly, the edge in his voice fading into something softer.
You smiled, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along his tail. "I know. But I just want to be closer."
His breath hitched ever so slightly when you tugged on his tail, not harshly, but in a teasing, affectionate way. His tail responded to the gentle pressure, curling around your hand instinctively as if it, too, had decided to indulge you.
"I didn’t know you were so fond of my tail," he murmured, caught somewhere between amusement and embarrassment. His eyes flickered to the side, avoiding yours for a moment to hide the subtle blush painting his cheeks.
You only giggled softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It's beautiful," you said simply, your thumb brushing over a scale's faint luminescence. "And it’s just another part of you that I want to hold onto."
Dan Heng stilled under your touch. There was a faint, almost imperceptible sigh that left him, and for a moment, he let himself relax into you. He always had a soft spot for you, even if it was buried beneath his usual reserve. Your clinginess had a way of breaking down the walls he’d carefully built, leaving him exposed in the best possible way.
“Just don’t expect me to always be so... accommodating,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words. Instead, he placed his hand gently on your head, fingers threading through your hair, a quiet acknowledgment of how much he truly appreciated your presence.
“I won’t,” you promised, smiling softly up at him. “But you know I’m going to keep cuddling with you.”
He didn't reply, only resting his forehead gently against yours. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away just slightly.
Morning light filtered through the Express windows, painting the room gold. You were still draped across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, arms looped around him.
“You’re not going to meditate, are you?” you asked, voice muffled against his chest.
“I was," he replied.
“You can meditate while cuddling me," you said brightly.
“That’s not how that works.”
“Have you tried?”
He exhaled through his nose, a faint chuckle escaping before he could stop it. In truth, he had tried. Multiple times. And the worst part? He could still enter a meditative state like this, with you pressed against him, hands resting lightly on his chest, head tucked beneath his chin. It was harder to focus, yes, but somehow... he finds your warmth so endearing.
So he doesn’t argue. His tail slid gently around your thigh, holding you close without a word.
You smiled against his chest, eyes fluttering shut in silent victory.
