My name is Helix. I'm a gay disabled man, and a fictive. I like to stick to myself, but I also struggle with mood swings so please be patient. I'm taken (4+ yrs), and I enjoy writing, drawing, games and animals.
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As of now, I'm only writing for SVSSS, TGCF, and MDZS because I haven't finished any other Danmei yet.
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Characters: Feng Xin, Mu Qing, Xie Lian, Pei Ming, Qi Ying, Lang Qianqiu
Containments: fluff, male!reader (transmasc friendly), SFW, takes place shortly after Xie Lian's third ascension, Heavenly Official!reader
❤ Feng Xin isn't exactly someone who prioritizes his rest. When he's "off duty", he's patrolling around the Heavenly Capital throughout the night and early into the day.
❤ Despite the moon hanging in the sky for hours now, a few Heavenly Officials were still wandering every which way, wrapping up duties like reporting missions and answering final prayers. It wasn't much for Feng Xin to pay attention to, but it doesn't take long for his eyes to hone in on a lone figure slumped over on a jade bench.
❤ Your back is resting against the base of a tall, mighty statue of The Emperor, your head leaned to the side and your eyelashes knitted together in sleep. Your lips are parted slightly, and Feng Xin can't help but watch the way your chest peacefully rises and falls in sleep.
❤ He reaches out to tap your shoulder, but halfway through, he hesitates and allows his arm to drop back to his side. Looking around for a moment, his eyes eventually land on your shut ones once more and he takes a sharp breath through his nose.
❤ He can spare it. It's been a slow night, and it isn't like the Heavenly Capital is lacking in attendance currently. A few minutes ensuring you won't damage your back or catch a cold won't kill him.
❤ Sliding his hand down to your upper back and placing the other one on the back of your thighs, he lifts you up into his arms. He's silent and swift with it, not breaking a sweat as he seamlessly brings you against his chest. He looks down for a moment, briefly freeing his hand to help guide your face to rest against his chest plate instead of hanging back limply.
❤ He'll just bring you back to your palace, tuck you in, and get back to work. No one has to know, not even you.
❤ It's not his problem. Really, it isn't. Who cares if you decided to doze off in the middle of the day? Certainly not him.
❤ But still, it's a bit worrying. You shouldn't be passing out randomly like this, especially in broad daylight. Perhaps you've grown ill? He should do something. Not because he cares, but because everyone else would have his ass if you went into a coma and he did nothing to stop it.
❤ With a huff that blows a strand of hair out of his face and a shamelessly unconcealed roll of his eyes, he gets to his feet. He cracks his knuckles, grabbing the back of your head as he gently moves your body so that you're on your back and not sitting at an awkward position like you just died anymore.
❤ He crouches down in front of you, pressing his palm to your forehead and feeling your temperature. He can't tell if it's just his imagination, but your skin feels hot to the touch. Even if you aren't sick, it's still best to get you out of the sunlight before you get heatstroke or a sunburn.
❤ It's not a big deal if you're sick. Sure, something that could harm a heavenly official may be a bit trickier to handle than a common cold, but he treated The Crown Prince more than enough in the past to have a decent grip on the workings of the medical field. Or at least how to look after someone.
❤ He'll get you to bed and ensure you aren't dying. But then he'll really leave and stop caring! If you don't count the way he comes back to check on you every half hour or so.
❤ Oh dear, oh dear. Could you really have fallen asleep so soon? He had so much he wanted to share with you that night! But here you are, fast asleep on his straw mat inside his little makeshift shrine.
❤ "[your name]? [your name], are you awake?" He coaxes, reverently shaking your shoulder a few times before pulling back again. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.
❤ "Could my cooking be so terrible that it knocked him out...?" He mumbled to himself as he watched over you quietly.
❤ The poor, barely supported shrine allowed a thin draft through the crevices in the boards, causing you to shiver. Rouye darts out from inside his tattered sleeve, lazily drifting onto your form. It doesn't provide much of any warmth, and while the snake-like bandage seems to be doing everything in its power to assist, Xie Lian digs into his pocket.
❤ He doesn't seem to have much of anything to purchase a blanket with, but perhaps he can figure something out in order to scrape some gold foil together. Or he could find some scraps to make do with. Either way, he sets out, determined to come back with something to guard you from the biting chill of the night.
❤ This isn't an unfamiliar scene for Pei Ming to play the part of the handsome savior in. A woman drifting off, her head in his lap, her eyes fluttered shut, as gentle and fragile as a flower. There was just one small difference. You weren't a woman.
❤ He told himself repeatedly that it shouldn't feel any different, but it did. It felt like nothing he'd ever done before, and for the first time in forever, his heart caught in his throat and he felt at a loss of what to do.
❤ He refuses to allow himself to become at a disadvantage, however. Man or women, he was irresistible and effortlessly charming, so this should be nothing to him.
❤ "Darling..." He whispers, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek just to see if you were truly asleep. Part of him is saddened when he gets no response, wishing you were conscious to see his endless chivalry.
❤ Nevertheless, he's still a gentleman, and he takes pride in that fact. He drags his fingers softly through your hair, a light smirk pulling on the corners of his lips as he scoops your sleeping body onto his lap. He watches your face for a few minutes, silent for once.
❤ "Comfy?" He finally asks with a faint laugh, not expecting a real answer. "Of course you are."
❤ and as he leans down, he presses a brief kiss to your forehead.
❤ poke...poke...poke.
❤ he continuously jabs his pointer finger into your cheek bone, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes with an expecting tilt to his head. His unruly long hair cascades to the side, bouncing with each little movement.
❤ he waits for you patiently like a dog. He bends his legs at the knees, resting his arms on his kneecaps as his eyes eventually begin to narrow.
❤ his gaze drifts to the stars blinking in the inky darkness of the sky, then back down to you again. The moon reflects in the depths of his curious eyes, that were too growing drowsy.
❤ unwrapping his outer robe from his body, he tosses it over you, watching as it falls over your body and piles up on the floor. He hums, grabbing it again and putting in the effort to actually tuck you in properly so it'd stay in place.
❤ Qi Ying then climbs onto the bench with you, leaning against your side as his eyes fall shut and he falls deeply asleep with the warmth of your body pressing up on him.
❤ "Huh?" He breathes out, arching an eyebrow as his teeth dig into his lower lip, his fiery eyes studying you closely. "Oh." He finally concludes, snickering slightly as he scoots closer to you.
❤ Falling asleep out of nowhere when you definitely shouldn't be? Been there, done that. He gets it. Luckily, unlike him, you aren't falling asleep during important trials and meetings, so he can just let you doze all you need.
❤ But even if you're asleep, that doesn't mean he's going to leave you be. Far from it. He's going on and on about the trees and the statues. The stars and the moon. Him and...you.
❤ As other Heavenly Officials pass the two of you by, he naturally flashes each of them a huge grin and gives a friendly wave. He radiates light like a child of joy and love itself, holding you close all the while.
❤ Even as the sun begins to rise, he doesn't move. He stays right there with you, smiling as he thinks to himself. Eventually he begins to hum the tune of a ballad his followers composed for him many years ago, nodding his head to each invisible and inaudible beat.
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