someone else is entering the picture and they're not happy.. how do they react?
ft. phainon, mydei, dan heng, blade (separate)
PHAINON
as much as he tries to hide his negative emotions, jealousy is written all over his face any time someone tries to flirt with you. That's the curse of having such a gorgeous girlfriend, unfortunately. He leaves you to wander around the restaurant buffet area for like 2 minutes, and next thing he knows some handsome fellow is trying to sway you. This time, his heart physically stings when he sees you smiling. Smiling back at the strawberry blond guy with the red tattoos when he offers you a glass of something.
When you eventually make a beeline back to the table, he's already glaring daggers at the glass in your hand, still full to the brim. 'Don't worry, I didn't take a sip.'
'Still. Do you know him?'
'No...' You notice the sharpness in his tone and it makes you flinch a little. 'I'm sorry, I.. I just didn't know how to turn him down, like I couldn't just walk away while he's talking-'
'Why not?' it comes out harsher than he thought it would.
You look away and Phainon immediately regrets everything. He always knew socialising had been a bit of a struggle for you, and sometimes you simply didn't know how to draw the line out of fear of causing a scene. Besides, he should've stepped in to help you instead.
'Hey,' he lifts your chin with a finger. 'I'm sorry for sounding angry. I was just worried coz I don't want anyone trying any funny business with my girl, y'know?' His voice is sincere and low, much gentler now. You nod and touch his wrist.
'I'm still sorry though.'
'Don't be. You're alright baby.' He gives you a loving smile and takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 'It's late anyway, how about we head back to my place?'
MYDEI
for mydei, silence is a huge indicator that something's amiss.
You’re at a cafe with him ordering matcha. When you collect your order you notice some permanent marker writing at the bottom corner of the cup. Before you can even read it, your boyfriend grabs the cup and squints at it.
'Is that... a phone number?' He frowns and turns to the counter. One of the baristas must've done this. He's not mad, though. He's more... upset? curious maybe? He thought it was obvious enough that you two were together. Who would try to sneak their contact info to a girl if they see another man's hand already on her waist?
You brush it off and tell him it's no big deal before you both continue on your way. Still, eventually you notice he's being unusually quiet and hasn't spoken much since you left the cafe.
'mydei, are you still thinking about the number?'
He looks down at his now empty cup. 'mhm.'
'Silly boy, I already threw my cup. And I wasn't planning to add it to my contacts anyway. You know I'd never do that, right?' You nudge him playfully and he can't help but crack a small smile.
'yeah, you're right. But from now on, we're not going back to that outlet.'
DAN HENG
dan heng was no stranger to your guy friends. They're inevitable, and logically speaking, it'd be ridiculous if he made you stop talking to all of them. He had a couple close female friends too, which you'd approved of. Trust was something he saw as very much vital in a relationship. And of course, you both trusted each other a huge lot.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't feel uneasy whenever he sees you having a particularly... exciting conversation with another man. He can't help but notice whenever you start laughing a little too hard when sunday or welt are talking to you. In these cases, he just reminds himself that there's truly nothing going on; the feeling will pass, and you always reassure him that they're merely platonic friends. Valid.
But there's also a line.
And that line gets crossed when you're with the group one day and sunday pats your head, for some reason your boyfriend wasn't paying attention to.
dan heng clears his throat, interrupting the chatter as the room falls silent. 'I'd appreciate if you keep your hands off her, please.' He narrows his eyes at the silver haired man, who apologetically moves a few inches away from you. The tension in the room says enough; dan heng wasn't having it.
Let's just say, from that day on, any guy who's not dan heng always ensures there's ample distance between you two whenever you hang out.
BLADE
Blade gets touchy for several reasons. Sometime's he's feeling extra affectionate, sometimes he just wants to annoy you, but sometimes it's also a sign that he's jealous.
You discovered this one night while you're texting a guy from your class- yuan jing? or jing yuan. He can't remember. Either way he's not too happy about how engrossed you are at the moment. The bedroom is silent, save for the sounds of your keyboard clicking as you discuss what time to meet tomorrow to work on your finals project.
You're so focused on the screen that you're taken by surprise when blade's warm hands snake round your waist, long hair tickling your neck as he peeks at your phone. 'this the white hair dude in your group again..?'
'yeah.'
He squeezes you and nuzzles his face in your shoulder before pulling you down backwards so you’re now lying on his chest. You let out a yelp in response and he tangles his legs with yours. 'does he know you have a sweet, loving boyfriend who cuddles you every night? hmm?' He’s trying to divert your attention, wanting you all for himself coz he’s had enough of you entertaining that white haired prick.
'yes! blade, he has a girlfriend.'
he breathes deeply into your hair, inhaling the scent of your floral shampoo before flipping you onto your side so he could spoon you.
'good.'
a/n: aaaand that’s the last of my drafts for now! :b
A series of knocks interrupts your “study session” that consists of pacing around your room and gripping a stack of flashcards in your clammy hands.
No way.
NO WAY.
There’s no way Anaxa would head all the way to your place just to scold you, right??? The man wouldn’t even have enough energy for that…right? He calls himself a “feeble scholar” for a reason….
…RIGHT?!!
You open the door to find a surprisingly calm Anaxa. No scowl on his face, no arms crossed, no tapping his foot like an impatient rabbit. Just a deadpan expression that honestly made him even scarier. It’s giving “I’m not mad, just disappointed” energy.
Anaxa wastes no time in making himself comfortable on your couch, burying himself in what can only be described as a “den” of dromas plushies. He mumbles, “It would be much appreciated if you would stop standing there like you’re a freshman at the Grove…”
You grab the nearest dromas plushie and launch it at him with your flashcards as extra ammunition.
“That’s a plushie of Kokopo III when it was but a young hatchling! Watch it!”
Anaxa frowns, before flipping over one of your flashcards instead of sparking a war between you two. Wise decision. He scrutinises each word on it before reaching a conclusion.
“…You’re not entirely hopeless. We can work our way through this.” He smiles, tidying up your flashcards and placing the pile on your hands.
If THE Prof. Anax says you’re not hopeless, then you’re guaranteed a pass, right…?
…RIGHT?!!!
𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆
"𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫." .✦ ݁˖
The sweet aroma of freshly-baked pancakes and syrup sneaked its way through the small crack of your door.
Your head snapped at the sound of your cabin door sliding open, but quickly went back to work, assuming that it was the conductor offering you their 5th fluffy blanket of today, or March giving you a shock by placing her icy hands on your unsuspecting nape.
You did a double take.
Wait.
The man standing before you quirked an eyebrow at your sudden jolt.
Dan Heng had his bangs clipped up with two flimsy bobby pins that looked like they were fighting for their lives, probably the work of March (as usual). In his hands lay a tray filled with all sorts of Xianzhou pastries, along with a Belobog-styled set of fluffy pancakes.
You heard the soft swishing of a refreshing beverage next to you.
“Here. I asked Shush to make your favourite drink. It looks promising, though they offered an alternative solution that might quell your stress.”
Dan Heng sets the tray down and clears his throat.
“Ahem. Miss Himeko asked the express crew if they knew who was responsible for knocking over her cup of coffee,” he paused, searching your eyes for any sort of amusement, “Nobody answered, but March ended up spilling the beans.”
To say that the silence afterwards was deafening would be a heavy, heavy understatement.
Then, genuine laughter erupted from the depths of your heart. not because of the punchline, but because of your endearing boyfriend's attempt at comforting you.
Dan Heng smiles, almost out of relief. “There you are,” he whispers.
You blinked away the tears that damped the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know if it was from laughter or stress, but it certainly made you feel much lighter afterwards.
You stood up from your chair, slightly wincing at the throbbing pain of your muscles from sitting in the weirdest positions.
Taking a little break won’t be so bad, especially when it’s with your doting boyfriend and found family.
The mess before him consisted of piles upon piles of books stacked on your work desk, and hologram tabs left dormant all around the space, as if a flurry of chaos had swarmed in your once (relatively) clean and tidy room.
Ratio could hear you maniacally murmuring terms related to your field of work. He bit back the comment of: “You should see a shrink…” said to his students, and instead opted for:
“You’re obviously burning out. Even a street lamp can shine brighter than you.” Ratio tilts his head.
“Lamp?! Shine?! Light intensity!!! Affects!! The rate!! Of transpiration !!!” you hollered, taking a dramatic breath between every few words.
Ratio can't help but rub his palm over his eyes with a deep sigh. Though he appreciates your…attempt at seeking knowledge, whether voluntary or not, Ratio didn’t want to see you suffer like this. Not when he’s spent countless nights fidgeting with his laurel hairpiece until his fingers went red with exasperation. Though that remains a secret, at least for now.
If we take a peek into Ratio's mind at this very moment, we’d see a gazillion of tabs open, some notable ones would be “Sources of dopamine for them”, “Factors leading to their source of stress and their respective solutions”, “Things to consider when taking care of them” etc. etc.
But in reality, Ratio condenses all these tasks and lists into one simple gesture.
He stuffs your handmade alabaster head onto your head, and gently holds it in place when your hands scramble to take it off, complaints of unfinished work muffled through the material.
Then, he carries you to somewhere comfortable for you to rest
Then HOW is he standing at your doorstep carrying two hefty bags of food and a large bag of chimera food just ten minutes after his text was sent???
…You remind yourself to never doubt the efficiency of Aedes Elysiaens.
Your gaze follows Phainon as he makes his way to your room with peppy steps. His hair looked tousled from all the running he did, with his signature two strands of fluffy snow bouncing with each step he takes. A little “awoo~” draws your attention to your adorable chimera…that also donned white fur and blue eyes.
“Like father, like son, I guess…”
“So, what can I help you with?” Phainon prompts, once you two have settled down on your bed. You wordlessly walk over to your gargantuan pile of textbooks, proceeding to flip open every textbook until you finally find that one rough work paper that was all crumpled up like some sort of receipt you’d find at the bottom of your bag.
“Got it!” You exclaim, looking up from the mess you’ve created. It was only then that you noticed Phainon staring at you like a lovesick fool. (Probably because he is)
The man doesn’t even seem flustered when your eyes meet, his boyish grin just grows even wider. Then, Phainon reaches out for the piece of paper and takes a pen out of his pocket (he probably keeps one in there just in case someone asks for it).
Right, he came over to help you with math. Back to business.
The next few hours consisted of a few “No, sweetheart – that’s not how factorization works..” and a lot of “Of course I’ll still love you if you fail your exams!” Your chimera also offered you some moral support by snuggling next to you.
Despite your impending exams, you felt content, at this very moment, at least. On your left was Phainon, who was trying out a new pen trick Mydei taught him. On your right was your chimera, somehow asleep amidst all the chaos.
You struggled between solving another math problem and fooling around with them.
…
HKS, screw maths.
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a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!!! I actually wrote one for the college! au chrysos heirs too but ended up scrapping it cuz I just wanted to get this one out lol...Also, the Dr. Ratio part came from a fic from my old blog, so I might release the whole thing soon too ^^
bitable.
۶۟ৎ your boyfriend is very bitable.
— around 800 words, just domestic cuteness aggression. gender neutral reader.
“You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” Dan Heng’s voice is quiet and gentle as always, and it’s accompanied with a slight smile and a soft fondness to his eyes when you look up to meet his gaze. He tilts his head, a small gesture to encourage you to speak. “What’s on your mind?”
When you shrug, he puts down the book he was reading to fully turn towards you—and you are sure he notices the way your eyes follow the gentle way he places his bookmark and closes it to preserve the spine before it is set aside to on the coffee table.
“Speak, please,” Dan Heng rolls his eyes fondly when you shake your head no. “I’m quiet enough for the both of us already.”
“It’s nothing serious,” you reassure once his brow furrows. “I just want to look at you.”
He smiles. “Is that so?”
“Mm,” you nod, admiring the way loose way his hair falls over his eyes, and the domesticity of him in his favorite worn-down tee. “You just look pretty.”
That makes his cheeks pink—compliments always do that, staining him in a soft wash of color while taking his ability to meet your gaze (it’s not that he can’t, but it flusters him so much he looks away to regain his composure, which only makes him all the more endearing). “I’m not any different than normal.” His voice trails off softly before he lets out a small sigh. “Thank you, though.”
“So polite,” you tease, just to be rewarded with a further darkening of the pink on the tips of his ears to a red. “Cute,” he stiffens a little when you croon that and move closer to him on the couch, nuzzling against his side. “So, so cute.”
Despite his shyness, he shifts his arm to let you move closer to him, cheek smushing against his chest while you beam up at him. It’s nice, to be surrounded by his mild cologne and feel his breathing beneath you, to have him let you twine your body with his until you’re all tangled.
Your attention slowly shifts to the arm around your shoulders, the lithe muscles that have gotten just a bit bigger ever since he’s come back from Amphoreus, and the small mole just below the crook of his elbow. He’s pretty, he’s always been achingly pretty, but there’s something about the slight tan, and the sprinkling of imperfections you can see this close, and the flex of the muscles as he mindlessly taps his fingers along the back of the couch that is captivating.
With a quick glance to him—and you are pleased to find his attention is not on your movements, eyes shut in the way he prefers in times like this, where it’s easier for him to fall asleep, lulled into rest from the comfort of your warmth that combats the worst of his insomnia—you turn your head and gently bite his arm, right by the mole.
He flinches a little from the sensation, arm twitching under you, though he makes no effort to move it from under you. “Why are you biting me?”
“Looked yummy,” you muffle out before biting him again, just as gentle and playful, though this time you pick a spot on his bicep.
“I’m not food, love,” Dan Heng sighs, though, despite his words, he curls his arm up and towards you so the muscle flexes and his forearm meets you better—he knows you well, and he knows the way they flex is what catches your eye. It makes you giddy, the semi-headlock and the willingness to let you continue, though you stop biting to instead press small kisses to both marks. He turns you towards him gently, letting his arm fall back to the couch while you grin at him so hard your cheeks hurt.
He squints at you, looking at the light sparkling in your eyes and then the small indents left by your teeth on his skin. Suddenly, before you can ask if it hurt, Dan Heng leans close and gently nips your cheek. It doesn’t hurt, but it is a little uncomfortable, and you blink up at him quickly in your confusion. He snickers at that.
“Not so nice, is it?”
You pout, a little petulant as you huff out, “your arms are yummier than my cheeks.”
Dan Heng pats your head gently. “I’ll let you bite them another time. Let’s just go to sleep, hm?”
At the lightness in his tone, where you can’t tell if he’s messing with you, you extend a pinky towards him. “Promise. Or I’m not moving.”
He laughs and locks his pinky with yours. “I promise. You can bite them later.”
content: fluff. acts of service and tension. dan heng yearning core. might be ooc [wc. 1.9k]
𐔌 ۫ ꣑ৎ . made this with @kazucee in mind ❤︎
When you agreed to travel with the Astral Express, you were always so keenly aware of the tension dancing between you and Dan heng the first time you've met him.
Though the uncertainty acting as a blanket did not overwhelm the two of you like crackling fireworks—it remained tucked beneath the surface, quietly lingering, hidden beneath friendly smiles and lingering gazes because how could you ever begin to taste-test and conclude the feelings stirring and blossoming within you when it came to the Astral Express’ quiet guardian?
But how could you not feel something?
Not when he finally exists in your orbit, just a short distance away from you when you entered the Parlor Car one quiet afternoon. Dan heng’s eyes immediately found yours when you entered the same space—softened eyes like the color of seaglass—it felt heavy with purpose, the way he looked at you, something burning steadily and patiently, unreadable even. Your heart skips a beat at the stare that never broke until March 7th decided to snap her fingers in front of his face, shattering the moment. Dan heng blinks back to reality, watching his pink-haired companion whine about him being distracted playing chess with her. You did not want to overthink about what had just happened and instead slipped into a respectful conversation with Mr. Yang in the sofas.
Days, maybe even weeks passed and you concluded that Dan heng isn’t much of a talker.
It was usually the Trailblazer or March filling the gaps of silence with their enthusiasm and jokes and you would watch silently as Dan heng idle between bouncing conversations, speaking only if necessary or whenever someone inquired him about something within the data banks. From the time spent travelling with the Express, you have admitted to yourself how much you liked listening to him talk on those rare occasions that he does; his voice is always soothing like liquor, warmth curling at every awkward syllable leaving between his soft mouth. Each word spoken was purposeful even when he’s teasing, always expressing concerns for his companions with thick-knitted brows and downturned edges of his lips.
It was endearing how much he seemed to care despite his cold front and sometimes deadpan expressions.
But what Dan heng lacked in loudness and eagerness, he made up by being detail-oriented and attentive.
His gestures aren't grandeur but they were constant, you never even noticed him paying attention to you until he expressed it in tiny gestures that screamed that he was listening after all, that he cared.
It happened one time when the Astral Express visited the Xianzhou Luofu and you were walking along the arrays of shops. March and Himeko were a few steps forward and you lingered back a little to wander at your own pace, eyes sparkling at the little trinkets until your eyes caught onto a small snowglobe with an ingenium dog at its center, dazzling beneath silver dust and red glitter.
You felt his presence first before his voice, “Did something catch your eye?”
You spin around, surprised to see Dan heng already beside you, gazing intently. You turn your attention to the trinkets in the small shop, hoping that your cheeks aren't burning underneath his settled stare. You answer him with a quick shake of your head and a tight smile, “It’s nothing.” You gesture your chin to the ornaments with nonchalance, “The shop items are just so cute to look at, don't you think so too, Mr. Dan heng?”
He falls into step beside you and watches in real time how those eyes soften—as if crushed by a mortar and pestle—you have the urge to turn away just to stop your heart from causing a fracas.
“You can just call me Dan heng.” He says it so carefully you barely hear him beyond the boisterous crowd.
“We are…we are close enough to address each other casually. There’s no need to be so formal with me.” His genuinity brushes the shell of your ears, landing like sticky honey, lingering and tinting your ears in flushed pink. You simply hum at his statements.
Later that day when you returned to your room after entertaining the Trailblazer and their whims, you noticed that same snowglobe sitting on your desk with a piece of paper tucked beneath it. For you it says, written elegantly and with Dan heng’s initials inked at the bottom of the paper. You’ve flushed at such a sweet gesture, pressing your lips onto the dry paper and keeping it in your drawer, admiring the globe that he had gotten for you with attentive care.
There were other moments that Dan heng does for you that made you fall for him before you can completely stop yourself. Dan heng was many things, a grounding presence even, but when it came to finally stepping out of the Express and trailblazing, his fierce protectiveness shines through just as bright as anything. He was adamant about your safety just as much as his Express companions, he would ensure he was always a step behind you, as if saying ‘I’m here, and I’m ready to throw myself up as protection if something comes to harm us’ or when you all find yourself walking along the pavements of Penacony, he would gently guide you to walk along the inner sidewalk, away from the road where zooming vehicles would speed without a second thought. He does this by second nature, putting himself between you and any potential danger.
In especially thicker crowds, he would stop and fall in step with you, shoulders brushing. When he notices that you might be separated by the push and shove of people he would reach out and gently circle his hand loosely around your wrist, his touch then is featherlight, and when you look up into his eyes it’s like he’s asking permission to hold your hand fully.
“Be careful not to get separated.” Dan heng would murmur and his fingers drag down your palms, finding the way that his larger, more elegantly curved hand—that slots perfectly with yours—to be grounding. You noticed that Dan heng’s skin is warmer than yours, so you would instinctively squeeze his hand just to seek that morsel of comfort that you crave from him. In response, he would squeeze back as the two of you continued through the crowd, hand-in-hand, without the thought of letting go anytime soon.
Two, maybe even three months would go by and you’ve noticed that something’s changed significantly between the both of you. Ever since the day he lingered a touch on your hand after you gave him the permission to, Dan heng’s mannerisms around you appear more clumsy, awkward and reluctant with physical touch but he is more expressive towards you now than before. Neither one of you would dare to address the tension that was once quietly buried away, finally sprouting into something so soft, so beautiful. Your eyes seem to still gravitate towards him first whenever he is in the same room as you, and Dan heng continues to act accordingly to the best of his abilities.
He would protect you in such a Dan heng way, you cannot help but smile at such endearments. Even when you’re intergalactic miles away from the dangers from trailblazing, Dan heng would make it a habit to shield you from anything—like when you and him were caught in the small space of the kitchen during the early hours of the morning. A small smile would tug on his lips as he nurses a cup of one of Himeko’s coffees.
You’d greet him simply, a soft spoken ‘good morning, Dan heng’
And he would nod his head in response, turning his attention to the book between his grasp. You entered the space and settled on routine, grabbing your own glass and brewing your own tea. A comfortable silence flutters between you both, with your habitual hum and Dan heng occasionally flipping a page of his book or sipping of coffee.
It’s almost quotidian, existing in the same space as him.
After making your tea, you’ve realized that someone had placed all the plates in the wrong cabinets. You’ve sighed softly, seeing that the stacks of floral painted plates were sitting on a shelf higher than its original placement, and you could barely reach it.
He must’ve heard your sighs and soft noises of strain because the next thing you hear is the closing of a book, the drag of a chair, and finally his warmth creeping ever so closely against your back.
“Here, let me…” Dan heng trails. You feel his chest pressing against your back as he reaches for the plate that’s out of your reach.
You’re grateful for his kindness, always. But him doing that was probably when all of this truly began for you.
Maybe it was a mistake—or fate working its ribbons when you finally turn around, ready to thank him when all words fall flat on the surface of your tongue.
Dan heng’s close, too close. You could almost smell his soft fragrance from here, almost feel the warmth of him. And maybe you’re not the only one that’s trying to figure out what’s going on between the two of you, because Dan heng has got you caged. The small of your back against the kitchen aisle, the tea and plates abandoned as he flattens both hands on either side of you.
You haven’t departed into the galaxy yet—stuck in a random destination where the egg-yolk sun would careen its way into the windows, pouring like serene gold in the perfect angles of his face, making his already teal, seaglass eyes shimmer beneath the light.
And for a moment you really thought about it.
Oh.
He’s really pretty, you’ve concluded. Really, really pretty. With his teal eyes and messy dark curls that act as a curtain over long lashes, soft-mouth and parted lips and pink-tipped ears—wait, pink-tipped ears?
You don’t know what shattered the magic between the two of you, if it’s your realization or something that he thought about but he slowly steps away, gesturing towards your cup.
“Your…your tea will go cold.”
“Oh, right. Thank you, Dan heng.” You’ve given him a smile and you watch how the soft creases of his brow would fall, his lips curling into a smile of his own as you settled back to making your food. You try to hide your disappointment when Dan heng goes back to his seat, only to notice him returning with his empty cup.
You two minded your own business, working on your own individual routines as Dan heng washes his own plates. But occasionally, there is a small brush of shoulders when you both move along the kitchen space, your heart almost pounding out of your chest when Dan heng presses the small of your back so he could reach for the cabinet above you. You go to enjoy your breakfast—not before he makes a quiet effort to lean back and pull your chair for you when he notices your hands are full.
Later that afternoon when March drags you to her room, Dan heng returns to the archives to do some work for Sunday. Only for him to take a moment to himself as soon as the door closes and he's all alone with his own thoughts. He sits on the floor and drags a hand down his face with a heavy, grueling sigh.
He tries not to think about it, about you.
Your soft scent or the way you’re pressed flush against him, his hand that lingered with the feel of you, or the way you’re looking at him with those eyes of yours and watching your lips purse and part.
If only you knew how much you had an effect on him…Dan heng concluded that you’re really gonna kill him one day, with your sweet smiles and gentle greetings and lingering warmth that he can’t seem to stop thinking about since this morning.
Soooo…could you write about how Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Dr Ratio, Aventurine, and/or Phainon would react to their partner…shyly asking them to marry them? :3c
ʚɞ Love me, love me, say that you love me ʚɞ
Pairings: Jing Yuan x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Dr. Veritas Ratio x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Phainon x Reader
Summary: Shyly, you ask them to marry you, they reaction you receive from the love of your life is the sweetest thing you've witnessed.
Tags: Fluff, established relationship, marriage proposal
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ!! LOVE THE IDEAAA, i also added anaxa bc i love him and want to marry him, THAT PIC OF RATIO VROO AGHHHHH, ANYWAYS, hope you enjoy!
⚘ Jing Yuan:
You stammer it out in the quiet of the night, your voice barely above a whisper as he strokes your hair lazily.
“Would you… ever want to marry me? I-I mean—only if you want to. You don’t have to! I just—” The words spill out of your mouth uncontrollably as you try to save yourself from embarrassment. What if he isn't ready for that?
“Yes.” Jing Yuan responds immediately. You blink. He’s smiling, but not in amusement—in complete, overwhelming warmth.
“You could’ve asked with your eyes, and I still would’ve said yes. But hearing it? I think my heart just surrendered.” He pulls you into his chest, his touch as tender and gentle as it can be.
“So… when do I get to call you my spouse, hm?” He questions wistfully. After all, he's spent years dreaming of a marriage with you.
⚘ Anaxa:
You haven't planned it. You don't even have a ring. But the way he stands there — still, towering, the cold glint of the tools in his hand dimmed by the soft artificial dusk of the orbital lights — it just… slipped out.
“Would you… ever marry me?” You ask the question before you can stop yourself.
You barely whispered it. It wasn’t even meant to be heard. A passing, nervous flutter of a thought made real by your breath. But he hears it. Of course he does.
He turns slowly, like the words themselves carried gravity. His expression is unreadable for a moment — the kind of stillness he wears when he's around his students. But then...
Then he kneels. Not out of protocol. Not duty. He lowers himself before you like gravity has betrayed him. One knee to the floor. His hand — trembling — reaches for yours. Slowly. Carefully. Like he might break something sacred.
“You would entrust your future… to me?” His voice is quiet. No booming declarations. No knightly oaths. Just the disbelief of a man who was never taught to want anything for himself — and now, you’re offering him everything.
“I don’t deserve this,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours, “but if you ask it of me… I will spend the rest of my life becoming someone who does.” His grip tightens, not in force — but in anchor. As if to say: don’t take it back.
⚘ Aventurine:
You’re a stuttering mess, barely getting the words out. His eyes widen—but not because he’s shocked. He’s stunned speechless.
“…Are you proposing to me?” He looks like a deer caught in headlights. Even though he's expected this, the feeling of you actually asking it is something he can't describe.
“I—yes? Unless you don’t want to—” You don't get to finish your sentence before Aventurine pulls you into a tight embrace. It's a strategy to not let you see his misty eyes, it's not even an official proposal and he's at the verge of crying. Never in his life has he thought the love of his life would want to marry him.
“Sweetheart. You just gave me the highest-value offer I’ve ever received.” He smiles wryly, slipping something shiny onto your finger.
“Did you really think I didn’t have a ring ready just in case?” Of course he did.
⚘ Dr. Veritas Ratio:
You try to play it cool. You really do. But your hands are shaking, and you’re hiding behind your words. “S-So, hypothetically… what would your statistical probability be of… marrying me?”
He looks up from his tablet. Quiet. Calculating. “Interesting hypothesis.” He comments but he doesn't sound so surprised. From outside, at least.
He stands and walks over, tilting your chin up. “Let’s test it.”
“Wait, you mean—?” You're shocked to say the least. The question was in your head for months but the fear of rejection held you back from wording it, this isn't the reaction you anticipated.
“Yes.” He affirms quite immediately. You can't see it but Veritas is at the edge of trembling, crying from joy. At a time like this, he wishes he had his plaster head on, to conceal the flood of emotions going through him.
“Even without the numbers… I’d say the odds were always in your favor.” And just like that, Veritas' got you in his arms. The equation of love: solved.
⚘ Dan Heng:
You’re so nervous you can’t meet his eyes. You’re fiddling with your sleeve, voice soft. “Dan Heng… would you, um… maybe want to marry me? If that’s not too weird—"
He goes still. Processing. Blinking. Then— “Are you sure?” His way of asking is the gentlest thing anyone can ever witness. His eyes are searching your face for any sign of discomfort, studying your body language to see if you're being honest or not.
You nod furiously, blushing. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”
He exhales, slow and trembling, like he’s been holding his breath for years. “Then yes. Of course yes. I’ve dreamed of it. I just never thought I was allowed to want something so—permanent.” He cups your cheek like you’re glass. But you’ve never felt stronger.
⚘ Phainon:
It’s late. You’re both looking up at the sky at the Grove of Epiphany. You turn to them and quietly ask, “Do you… want to get married someday? With me, I mean?”
Phainon turns slowly, eyes soft with something celestial. “You always ask such beautiful questions.” His tone is saccharine, laced with excitement and love as if you've just brought the dawn he craves so much. If he could, he'd hug you so tight you'd merge with him but to his disappointment, he can't, it almost brings him to tears.
“S-So that’s a no?” You stammer, unsure how to react. That wasn't even an answer!
“No, dawnlight. That’s a yes. In every tongue. In every lifetime. A thousand yeses.” You can practically hear him holding in an endeared chuckle. He practically beamed out at your question but he held it down, he can't make a fool of himself now! (As if he isn't already a lovesick fool for you.)
Phainon press his forehead to yours. His arms circle your waist, whispering softly, “I'm starting to see the first ray of the dawn, and it's in the ring on your finger.”
there were a few things that shocked you the most after the amphoreus visit was thatdan heng returned to you with slight changes. first: he was no longer that man whose voice is soft, shy, or maybe that trace of uncertainty that sometimes lingers. second: his physical form had changed. before, he was that slim man who seemed light and might be carried away by strong winds. now, he seems taller, dare i say bigger? his body adorned with the mixture of his humanity and the dragon side that he has embraced. third: he seemed…clingy? touch starved? aside from that, he seems to be standing more confidently and voice clearer and louder than before.
you won’t shy away now from his embrace. in fact, you adore it. the amphoreus mission was worrisome, stressful, and draining all at the same time. you were just happy to see him again. you were not expecting that this adorable dragon in the form of your boyfriend would never want to leave your side. you can just lay on your bed and there’s dan heng laying beside you with his tail wrapped around your torso. it isn’t suffocating but it’s not too loose either. it’s just there, making its presence known, and perhaps assurance that this is his reality now. that you are here, right beside him.
he doesn’t shy away from your touches. in fact, he seems amused with the mixture of adoration. there would be times that you would hang out in his room. while he’s organizing or updating the data bank, he lets you play with his tail. it’s quite long and you adore looking at the little details or just petting it because you have nothing to do.
he finds you fast asleep in his room cuddling his tail and he can only let out a soft chuckle, finding your current form endearing. he settled beside you, an arm propped up to support his head while he stared at you sleeping figure. dan heng brushed away a few strands of your hair that covered your face and leaned in carefully, his lips brushed onto yours so lightly and gave you a soft kiss before laying beside you as well.
perhaps this reunion isn’t as grand or loud like the others. it’s quiet but it isn’t uncomfortable. it’s soft like the texture of cotton pressed on the skin. a language shared between you and dan heng.
⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " baby, i'm yours " honkai star rail males x gn! reader i'll do separate post for ladies! || argenti, blade, dan heng, dr ratio, gepard, jing yuan, mydei, phainon, caelus x gn! reader
⋆˚࿔ cw: modern au implied, 100% established relationship (or situationship, wtv u see fit...), modern songs mostly used, yes i picked out from my playlists HAHAH
⋆˚࿔ synopsis. what songs would they soft launch you to?
⋆˚࿔ wc: ~1.5k ; not proofread, might be ooc!
⋆˚࿔ argenti is a man of taste, taste of the older times of course! he's super into songs that are much older than you both, and posts a video of you two slow dancing to any of the said songs. he's the type to post the very, very long letters he wrote to you as well,
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀never met a heart this sweet
hopelessly devoted to you ༉‧₊˚. olivia newton-john
can't take my eyes off of you ༉‧₊˚. frankie valli
misty ༉‧₊˚. lesley gore
⋆˚࿔ blade... i dont know what you expected me to say, if it's anything that isn't emo/2000s/scene, then it's not blade. the picture will have the two of you kissing behind an album you both like, or you holding his guitar whilst he holds you!!
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀butterflies? more like spiders
partners in crime ༉‧₊˚. set it off & ash costello
love at first sight ༉‧₊˚. the brobecks
join me (in death) ༉‧₊˚. him
⋆˚࿔ dan heng is your classic, daniel caesar-w2e-clairo-faye webster man, he is not performative, he just really thinks of you when he hears those songs LOL. probably would let you choose which one he posts, but you didn't end up choosing any of the ones on his phone, because he really liked one where he was tying ur shoes <'3
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀just as shocked as you are.
bad ༉‧₊˚. wave to earth
l-o-v-e ༉‧₊˚. rocco
right side of my neck ༉‧₊˚. faye webster
⋆˚࿔ dr. ratio, aka veritas says he's a man of taste, but in reality? he's just a man who struggles very badly with the yearning-but-can't-express-it-properly syndrome. so yes he has a hard time choosing what he wants to caption, what he song to put over it, what would people think; but honestly feels a lot better when he sees the story you post; yes he does just repost urs instead :)
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀p.s. they liked my cooking
helpless ༉‧₊˚. hamilton cast
genius ༉‧₊˚. sia, diplo, labrynth, lsd
como debe sur ༉‧₊˚. kali uchis
p.p.s yes ratio is a musical lover stfu i dont wanna hear it!
⋆˚࿔ gepard barely gets on social media to be very, very real. he just gets on to like ur posts half the time, but the first story he posts? it's you and everyone is asking who is that angel right there!! just you, him, and your daughter(stuffed bunny named ystelle)
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀they're a keeper :)
beautiful crazy ༉‧₊˚. luke combs
sweet/i thought you wanted to dance ༉‧₊˚. tyler, the creator
my heart it beats for you ༉‧₊˚. grentperez
⋆˚࿔ ohoh jing yuan already has a pinterest board on this and lets you pick one for his story and yours. huge ass smirk in both if you choose anything with his face in it (so you didnt LOL). and chose to show off.. wellllll you know.
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀save a dumbbell lift a cutie
double take ༉‧₊˚. dhruv
make it to the morning ༉‧₊˚. partynextdoor
fine shyt ༉‧₊˚. vedo
⋆˚࿔ mydei is super duper similar, except he requests you include the bouquet he bought you earlier LOL!!! legit wants it in frame, and you barely have any idea until you tell him to pose on a stack of stairs (he complains and makes u retake it like 5 billion times so u just settle on the one where he wasn't ready)
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀ok guys we're getting a room.
jealous ༉‧₊˚. nick jonas
love grows (where my rosemary goes) ༉‧₊˚. edison lighthouse
die for you ༉‧₊˚. the weeknd
⋆˚࿔ phainon tutors you on stuff you didn't know (even when you two werent a thing yet) so you wanted to snap a photo whilst he was teaching. showing it to him after just gave him the warmest feeling ever, made you send it to him and had a crisis not knowing what song to put
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀gatekeeping my photographer
made to fall in love ༉‧₊˚. daniel caesar
butterflies ༉‧₊˚. denise julia
fuzzy feeling ༉‧₊˚. grentperez
⋆˚࿔ caelus is a simple man with simple wants. one of which is to make custom lego figures of you and him!! he's a geek, a nerd, and gosh do you love it so much!! he captions it with the song he sent you in order to confess in the first place :3
