Hi! I saw your work on Hsr fics while hunting down for Dan Heng ones. They were very cute & sweet!
I saw that requests were open so l thought I might give it a shot.
Can I have a scenario where the reader is being affectionate toward a friend & giving them headpats as a sign of affection as a friend but it really bugs the character so they ended up being clingy as a result. Much to the reader’s flustered state. Which they express that they express that they love the reader & want to be the one to have their affection. Maybe be a little possessive if you’re comfortable writing that but mainly clingy with jealous sprinkled in there. 😋
I specifically want it with Dan Heng but I don’t mind other characters you like to place them in there. Maybe with aventurine, Caelus & Boothill? You can add more if you like depending how this prompt fit with any character in starrail.
Look forward to seeing it! If you get to it! Thank you!! ^^
“I’ll Take What’s Mine—And That’s You”
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Fluff, Jealousy, Clinginess, Mild Possessiveness, Confession, Romantic Undertones, Light Teasing, Protective Behavior, Soft Moments, Slight Embarrassment, Emotional Vulnerability, Affectionate Gestures, Headpats.
The rhythmic click of the train’s movement was almost lulling you to sleep as you sat with March. She was rambling animatedly about her latest set of photos, her hands waving in excitement. You couldn’t help it — she looked so happy that your hand drifted to her head, giving her a few light pats as you smiled.
“Good job, March,” you teased fondly. “You really nailed those shots.”
She beamed under the attention, leaning in for more.
What you didn’t notice — or rather, didn’t expect — was the faint shadow that fell across the room. Dan Heng was leaning against the doorway, book in hand, though his eyes were nowhere near the pages. His gaze lingered on your hand resting on March’s head far longer than it should have.
When March scampered off to fetch another stack of photos, Dan Heng approached silently, stopping in front of you.
“…You’re generous with your affection today,” he said evenly, though there was a subtle tightness in his voice.
You blinked. “Uh… I guess? March was just—”
Without warning, he sat down beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest frown pulling at his lips.
“If you’re going to give out headpats,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that your breath caught, “I’d prefer to be the one receiving them.”
Your face warmed instantly. “Dan Heng—?”
He didn’t wait for you to recover. One of his hands lightly caught yours, guiding it up to rest on his head. The movement was subtle but purposeful, his eyes closing as if committing the moment to memory.
“You… mean a lot to me,” he said quietly. “More than a friend should. I don’t want to share this with anyone else.”
The steady beat of your heart drowned out the train’s rhythm. You couldn’t tell if you were more flustered by his closeness or the blunt confession — maybe both.
When you hesitated, he opened his eyes, expression still calm but tinged with something vulnerable. “…Please. Just me.”
You laughed as you reached up to ruffle Himeko’s hair. “There. Now you’re even more perfect.”
Himeko chuckled, raising a brow at you. “Careful, Caelus might get jealous.”
“Jea—?” you started, but before you could finish, the man in question stepped into the lounge with a strangely serious look.
His usual calm presence felt… different. He crossed the space in a few strides, stopping right beside you, his silver hair catching the warm light. Without a word, he bent slightly so his head was within reach, his eyes meeting yours.
“…I didn’t get one,” he said softly.
“One what?” you asked, heat already creeping up your neck.
“A headpat.” The simplicity of the answer nearly knocked the breath out of you. “If you’re giving them out, I want mine first. Always.”
Before you could reply, his gloved hand found yours, gently but firmly tugging it toward him. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the leather as he pressed your palm to his head, closing his eyes like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You laughed nervously. “You’re really—”
“—Serious,” he finished, opening his eyes. The sincerity there was almost overwhelming. “I love you. I don’t want to just watch from the side while you give your affection to everyone else. Let me have it. All of it.”
The firmness in his tone was softened by the faint blush dusting his cheeks. You didn’t think Caelus could be clingy until now, but the way he stayed close — refusing to let go of your hand — told you he wasn’t about to back down.
It started innocently. You and Topaz were talking in the corner, and she’d made a joke so perfectly ridiculous that you reached out and patted her head with a grin. “You’re unbelievable.”
She laughed, clearly pleased, but the sharp click of shoes approaching cut through your amusement.
“Well, well,” Aventurine drawled, stepping into view with that ever-present smile. “Handouts today, are we?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Handouts?”
“Affection,” he said smoothly, his eyes glinting. “And here I thought I was your favorite investment.”
Before you could fire back, he was already at your side, an arm sliding around your shoulders like it belonged there. The faint scent of his cologne was dizzying, and the closeness made your pulse stutter.
“If you’re giving out headpats,” he continued, tilting his head so the light caught in his glasses, “I’d like my returns immediately. With interest.”
You laughed, flustered. “Aventurine, it’s not—”
“—It is,” he interrupted, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Because I love you, sweetheart. And I’m not in the mood to share. Not with her, not with anyone.”
His words were teasing on the surface, but the steel in his gaze made your breath hitch. He caught your wrist and guided your hand to his hair with almost theatrical flourish, leaning in just enough that his hat nearly brushed your forehead.
“There,” he murmured. “Now, we’re even… though I’ll be expecting regular deposits.”
His smile widened when you tried to look away, clearly enjoying every second of your fluster.
Professionally, she might not, sure. But emotionally she does, she doesn’t just want him. She also needs to feel him close, to know he’s there. To smell his psychopath smell when he walks past her. She needs him to be her audience, because she likes to impress him. Not Tina, not Richie, not Marcus, certainly not Luca, or Sugar or anyone else. She just cares about his feedback when she wants or needs approval or just support, she accepts it from anyone else, of course, but she wants his, and needs it, to feel appreciated. The only other one’s that counts, and is as important for her, is Emmanuel’s.
We can all clearly see how clingy Carmy is with her, and I do too. But I wonder why many don’t seem to notice that Syd is clingy too, with Carmy only.
Her clinginess is more subtle, granted. But it’s there.
Otherwise when she found out about his retirement, the only thing that would have bothered her and even hurt her, would have been that he went behind her back, that he didn’t include her in his decision making process, as if she didn’t matter, and while that was part of the reason why she was upset, and rightfully so, that was not the full extend of it, not at all. What really broke her heart was that it meant that Carmy wasn’t gonna be around anymore, that he wasn’t gonna be with her, by her side, anymore. This:
Him gone is what hurts her the most, and not only because they’re supposed to be “partners”, but because she needs him AND wants him. Because their relationship is not just professional for her either. Otherwise when he said he’d give her a $2M building, debt-free, she would have done the math and realized it was an amazing deal for her, financially speaking, especially for someone with a bad credit score, she would have gathered that all in all it was in fact a huge jump ahead in her career, without investing anything else other than her time, energy and talent. Basically like having a sponsor. But she, doesn’t give a fuck about $ when it comes to Carmy. Just like Carmy doesn’t give a fuck about $ when it came to getting that ⭐️ for her because he thought that was what she wanted, and that’s how they got here to begin with:
They want and need each other, not professionally, but personally, intimately, urgently. That’s how I know this retirement BS is not gonna stick.
All I’m saying is that they are equally down bad for each other.
I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. I'm not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. I'm not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won't hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go.
In 2024, I found myself entering a new relationship that I thought would be a safe place to land. Despite this, I saw some early red flags. This person had gotten far too comfortable with me way too quickly, going so far as to shirk some of their responsibilities just to spend time with me. According to them, I was one of the best things that had ever happened to them. At that time, I was working a job that kept me away from home for up to six days at a time. In their eyes, I could slip away and never come back to them. Understanding this, I reassured them that I would not do such a thing and that they were the only person I was focused on giving my time to at the moment. This was not enough, unfortunately.
I wanted to take the relationship slowly, despite this, I did my best to demonstrate that I wanted things to develop, doing my utmost to show care and affection, showing up as a consistent presence and trying to get to know them better as I shared more of myself. I planned small suprise dates, bought gifts, and looked for other ways to put them at ease and to let them know that I was here to stay.
They continued to cling harder and harder, never really settling into the relationship. After some time, I became accustomed to the relationship being a part of my life and was not afraid of "loss" but wanted to allow the relationship to continue to blossom how it was going to. It wasnt that I had become detached or apathetic, I just had moved past the "butterflies" stage and was seeking to mature the connection in a healthy manner.
In trying to navigate this bond, I began to witness additional signs of deep insecurity in the other person. Constant phone calls, constant need for attention, and tantrums when things were not going their way.
A large red flag appeared - them telling me that they "never needed personal space".
Another red flag appeared - constant violation of my boundaries when I set them and explained why those were boundaries that I had.
One of the last red flags was the tendency for them to sneak and do things behind my back. This often involved randomly going through my personal journal entries, or looking through my phone because to them, things felt "off", leading to emotional ourbursts and more tantrums when they were asked about it.
I reached out to trusted family members and mentors of mine, giving them the background of everything going on and getting their opinion on the behavior. Overwhelmingly, the response that I got back is that I deserved much better than that, and that I should likely seek to end this relationship.
Oh my god I think I’m the only person in this system with a working fear response
Really gets in the way of my research actually, but I’ve already got folks in here who want to… Leech, some of the fear from me? To feel it for themselves?
Either way I can ignore it just fine, but I don’t think any of us have felt anything like this in ages
This is really interesting actually, I had forgotten how all-consuming it can be, really snaps you out of complacency
