Dan heng aven and jiaoqiu with fem lover who is an extremely wild sleeper
Like shell go to bed under the blankets with her night gown on
And then the next morning shell be in the farthest corner of the room, wrapped up like a hotdog in the blanket with her gown of the floor and char be like wth
Tangled Sheets and Silent Words
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Romantic Humor, Sleep Disorder (Wild Sleeper), Playful Dynamic, Comfort, Affectionate Behavior, Character Growth (for Jiaoqiu's internal development), Slow Burn (in terms of emotional closeness).
Warnings: Mild Humor (due to wild sleeping habits), Some Mature Themes (light teasing, some suggestive undertones), Injury/Discomfort Mentions (Jiaoqiu's blindness and minor struggles with his trauma), Fluff Heavy.
Dan Heng had always been a man of precision, of careful routines and steady habits. So, when he first started sharing a bed with you, your unrestrained sleep patterns were a source of endless confusion and mild frustration.
It started innocently enough. You’d both prepare for bed, winding down after a long day aboard the Astral Express. Dan Heng would usually settle into his side of the bed with a book or in quiet reflection, and you’d do the same. But then, as sleep claimed you, all semblance of composure vanished.
Every morning, without fail, Dan Heng would awaken to find the bed in disarray. Where you had once been peacefully resting beside him, you were now tangled in the sheets, half of your nightgown missing, and your body sprawled out in the farthest corner of the room as if some invisible force had tried to pull you there. It was always a spectacle, like an oddly endearing disaster.
The first time it happened, he found you in a ball of blankets, your gown discarded on the floor and your hair a mess. His brow furrowed in confusion as he made his way to you, carefully untangling the fabric from your limbs. "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning the disarray.
You stirred, blinking sleepily, unaware of the chaos your nocturnal adventures had caused. "Did I... do it again?" you asked, your voice barely audible but tinged with amusement.
Dan Heng sighed, kneeling beside you, his voice soft despite the bemusement. "You’ve practically destroyed the bed again." He helped you back to your feet, his hands gently guiding you as you adjusted your disheveled nightgown.
"I can’t help it," you said with a teasing smile, trying to pull the gown back up. "I sleep... wild."
"I can see that," he replied, shaking his head but secretly finding it endearing. "Just... try to stay in the bed next time, please."
You smiled up at him, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "No promises."
Aventurine always seemed to know what to expect. But he never anticipated this.
It was an unspoken rule between you two that after long days of business meetings, adventures, and playing the high-stakes game that was your life, there would be quiet moments when you could relax together, unwind, and sleep. And, despite his experience in strategy and manipulation, Aventurine had not calculated your nocturnal escapades.
The first time it happened, Aventurine awoke to the sound of rustling. He thought maybe you had simply turned in your sleep. But when he looked over, he saw you had somehow managed to roll halfway across the room, tightly wrapped in the blanket, only your feet sticking out like a little hotdog.
His usual calm demeanor cracked. “What the hell…?” His voice, though smooth and collected, held a tinge of disbelief. He stood, crossing the room to unravel you from your blanket cocoon, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "You... don’t you sleep like a normal person?"
You looked up at him, eyes heavy with sleep, and gave him an innocent smile. “Did I do it again?” you mumbled, barely comprehending your surroundings.
Aventurine sighed, crouching down to gently pull you back into bed, his hand brushing over your hair with an almost tender touch. "You seem to think sleep is some sort of adventure."
"I suppose it is,” you teased, trying to adjust the blanket, which was tangled like a web around your body. “I just like to... keep things interesting."
He chuckled softly, more to himself than anything. “Well, you’ve certainly done that.”
Aventurine climbed back into bed, adjusting the blankets around you. His smile was faint but sincere as he pulled you close, despite your wild sleeping habits. “Let’s keep the games to the waking hours, yes?”
"Only if you insist," you replied, your voice dripping with playfulness.
Jiaoqiu’s life had never been easy. He’d seen enough suffering in his life to know that peace was fleeting, and yet, in the quiet of his chambers, there was one thing he always looked forward to—his time with you.
Despite his blindness, Jiaoqiu’s awareness of the world around him was incredibly sharp. He could hear the rustling of fabric as you settled into bed, the soft sigh of contentment as sleep overtook you. And yet, every single night, it was the same thing: you would somehow wriggle free of the covers, your nightgown tangled in the sheets, and end up in the farthest corner of the room, wrapped like a hotdog.
The first time it happened, Jiaoqiu had been lying awake, feeling your presence beside him. But then, as the hours passed, he felt the bed shift, heard the rustle of fabric moving with you. He held his breath, sensing the impending chaos.
By morning, he was greeted with the unmistakable sound of your movements, a tangled mess of blankets, your gown slipping from your body. He chuckled softly to himself, despite the slight frustration bubbling up. "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, though the slight amusement in his tone made it clear he wasn’t truly upset.
His fingers carefully reached out, brushing against the blanket that encased you like a cocoon. "You always end up like this, don’t you?" he asked with a knowing smile, though his voice was soft.
You stirred, blinking sleepily and letting out a small, apologetic laugh. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a wild sleeper…”
Jiaoqiu had long since memorized the sound of your voice and the little nuances of your actions. He carefully helped you untangle yourself from the blankets, his hands gentle as they guided you back into bed.
“Perhaps,” he began softly, his voice laced with a mix of affection and exhaustion, “we should find a way to keep you in the bed tonight.”
You smiled playfully, wrapping your arms around him, “Maybe, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Jiaoqiu let out a soft laugh, his fingers gently brushing your hair as he settled back into bed. "I’ll take that as a challenge."
Despite the chaos of your sleep, he couldn’t help but find comfort in the unpredictability. It was a reminder that, even in the wildest of times, he wasn’t truly alone.
