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dan heng believes he's under a spell cast by a witch. perhaps, when he was in ampherous, he was in a cycle where he encountered a beautiful siren's melody, entranced by the notes that danced around him, he found himself following your every command. there's a chance his stubbornness is getting the best of him, leading each step in his journey blind. but sitting next to you, accompanying in the daily tasks, and trailing behind you, holding your items. people— or anyone really— might as well as consider him as trained obedient dog.
every command you gave, he followed. a tired but weepy "shoulder please…" coming from you was an obliged shoulder leaning down to your head. he adjusted the way he's sitting from his normal, picture-perfect posture to a slouch that rivals jing yuan's laziness. his hand found a way on your head, soothing your shoulder.
an outreached hand indicates an interaction with his. it depends on what you're feeling like. a hand squeeze. he would squeeze back in a rhythm matching with yours. two beats. squeeze and squeeze again. a simple hand holding, either cupped or intertwined, it doesn't matter. he's too eager to please.
how could a person be predictable yet chaotic all at once? you're a walking paradox that likes to charm others too much… or charm him the most. he would rather not notice your special "treatment" for him. well, it's more likely known better as a torment than "special treatment". he insisted on calling it for "what it is", ignoring the comments from his astral express teammates or the mocks from march and stelle. well, dan heng isn't particularly avoiding anything, just misunderstandings between friends.
a friend that he wouldn't mind following the ends of the galaxy for.
I adore the scary x scary dynamic, like it's actually one of my favs.
Even better when it's like just a normally unapproachable person who's usually very composed, but immediately gets angry/ loses it when it comes to their lover (aka entering scary mode or smth). And they're just terrifying in that state, not in a loud, obnoxious screaming at someone way. But it's like you can visibly see their jaw tighten, and a clear scowl on their face as their eyes narrow slightly while they start questioning the asshole's stranger's motives immediately after getting between said lover and other person.
Like imagine going somewhere with your lover, like a mall, park or anywhere with a number of people and someone just decides to stir up trouble with you in particular. You don't react, and the other takes it as a sign that they're not being taken seriously. And so their temper rises, volume gets louder, words get sharper, more aggressive. While you're just trying to diffuse the situation and understand their side, your lover knows you can handle this yourself.
But seeing someone else talk like that to you really shortens their fuse, and if you didn't have all your focus on the current argument you'd notice their usually relaxed hand curled up into a tight ball.
They can't stand it anymore, quickly placing themselves between the both of you while very subtly pushing the other person back with just enough (controlled) strength so they wouldn't fall onto the ground (and potentially give the other person a reason to extend this unnecessary argument further). You know how they look at people usually, they've never once held their head up high, acting all arrogant and mighty.
Yet this wasn't like them at all, never in the long(or short) span of time you've spent together have you ever heard them tell someone to fuck off with THAT tone. Like actually fuck off, no changing up their words or anything.
Yeah your lover LOOKS scary, but they've never actually acted in a way that would make them seem scary...atleast you've never seen it(now you have).
They're usually nice, polite, understanding, never looked like they wanted to punch someone at all... wait what.
You quickly drag them away from the scene to prevent anything further from happening, (purposefully) not apologizing to the person screaming at you two to come back and continuing on your way until the both of you are far enough from all the commotion.
And they immediately start melting against you with a heavy sigh, their arms holding you tighter than usual. Also engaging in alot more pda than they usually show. Even though they don't exchange any words with you in the moment, you know they've started to calm down by the way their shoulders relax when your hands rest against their back.
Luckily you can't see their expression, but just know they're going to have a nice little talk with a certain troublemaker after this. Definitely not gonna kill them <3
Hiiii sorry for the ask, but would you do a Dan Heng x Broken Bone! Reader? I just recently (and pretty stupidly) snapped my wrist, and I was wondering if you had any Dan Heng fluff possibly stored up? No pressure, of course!
oh, and I hope you have a fabulous day :3
Steady Hands
Pairings: Danheng X Broken bone! Reader
Genre: FLUFF❤️🩹
Word Count: 4390
Sypnosis: After injuring their wrist and being confined to a cast, the reader struggles with lingering pain and feelings of uselessness aboard the Astral Express. Dan Heng notices immediately, offering quiet, attentive care in his own reserved way. Rather than lecturing or fussing, he provides gentle physical support and emotional reassurance, reminding the reader that needing help does not lessen their worth. Through small gestures—steady hands, careful words, and simply staying by their side—Dan Heng creates a moment of calm comfort, showing his affection through presence, patience, and quiet devotion.
Authors Note: Sorry i took so long to answer!! just been really busy, but here ya go! hope you like it
The Express was unusually quiet.
Not silent—Pom-Pom’s soft footsteps still echoed faintly down the corridor, and the low hum of the engine wrapped around everything like a lullaby—but quiet in the way that made you hyper-aware of your own breathing.
And the dull, persistent ache in your wrist.
You adjusted your arm instinctively, then immediately regretted it. The cast was bulky, stiff, and completely unforgiving. A sharp sting shot up your forearm, and you hissed under your breath.
“Still hurting?”
The voice came from across the table.
Dan Heng sat there with his usual posture—straight-backed, composed, hands folded neatly in front of him. He’d been reading earlier, but the book now lay closed, forgotten. His attention was fully on you, sharp eyes softened by unmistakable concern.
You tried to laugh it off. “Just a little. Nothing dramatic.”
His gaze flicked to your cast. Then back to your face.
“You winced,” he said plainly.
…Right. Lying to Dan Heng was never effective.
You sighed. “Okay. It hurts more than I thought it would.”
He didn’t scold you. Didn’t sigh or tell you I told you so. Instead, he stood and moved closer, footsteps quiet, deliberate—like he didn’t want to startle you.
“May I?” he asked, nodding toward your wrist.
You hesitated, then nodded.
Dan Heng crouched slightly so he was level with you, careful not to touch the cast at first. His movements were precise, restrained, like every action was measured twice before being taken. When his fingers finally brushed your sleeve—barely there—it felt grounding rather than painful.
“Does it hurt here?” he asked softly, pressing just enough to test.
You shook your head. “Lower. Near the joint.”
He adjusted immediately.
You watched his expression as he examined the cast, brows knitting just a little. Dan Heng was always observant, but when it came to you, that focus sharpened into something almost tender.
“You shouldn’t have pushed yourself,” he said quietly.
“I know,” you muttered. “I just didn’t think I’d—”
“Fall,” he finished. “And try to break the ground with your wrist.”
You blinked.
“…Okay, wow. Rude.”
A pause.
Then—barely perceptible, but undeniably there—the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Apologies,” he said. “Poor phrasing.”
You laughed despite yourself, the sound easing some of the tension in your chest.
Dan Heng straightened, then reached for a nearby chair and pulled it closer to you. He sat—not too close, not too far. Close enough that you could feel his presence, steady and reassuring.
“You’ve been compensating,” he observed. “Using your other hand more. Your shoulders are tense.”
You stared at him. “Are you a medic now?”
“No,” he replied. “Just attentive.”
Your face warmed at that.
He reached out again, this time offering his hand, palm up. “If it’s all right… you can rest your arm here. It may help.”
You hesitated only a moment before carefully placing your casted wrist across his forearm.
Dan Heng’s muscles tensed slightly—instinct, not discomfort—then relaxed. He adjusted his position so your arm was fully supported, stable. His sleeve was warm. Solid.
The pain didn’t disappear.
But it dulled.
You exhaled, shoulders sinking for the first time that day. “That’s… actually a lot better.”
“I’m glad,” he said.
The quiet returned, but it was softer now. Safer.
After a moment, you spoke again. “I hate feeling useless.”
Dan Heng didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he shifted his grip just enough to make sure your arm was still comfortable.
“You aren’t,” he said finally.
You looked at him.
“Injury does not negate your worth,” he continued. “Nor does needing help diminish your strength. You’ve supported others countless times. Allowing the same in return is not weakness.”
His voice was calm, even—but there was something deeply sincere beneath it.
You swallowed. “You’re really bad at emotional speeches, you know that?”
He blinked. “…Was that a speech?”
You smiled. “A little.”
He considered this, then nodded. “I’ll accept the critique.”
Silence again. Comfortable this time.
Your fingers twitched slightly inside the cast. Without thinking, Dan Heng’s thumb brushed the back of your hand—light, reassuring. When he realized what he’d done, he paused, watching your reaction.
You didn’t pull away.
So he didn’t either.
“Rest,” he said softly. “I’ll stay.”
And somehow—between the steady hum of the Express, the warmth of his arm beneath yours, and the quiet promise in his voice—you knew he meant it.
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ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: AFAB reader, piv, size kink, mating press position, brief mention of overstim, Danheng in his terravox form 🤭 Not proofread oops
ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: Danheng's new form awakens something in you.
ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: last kinktober prompt from me :DDD well, without counting flin's which I still have pending but I WILL get it done i promise im just missing that one DDD: | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . HSR MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
“For how long you are planning to do this, Danheng?”
You nearly sobbed as Danheng sucked with absolute diligence your clit, shocks and tremors of pleasure wrecking your senses when he did.
Danheng pulled away and used his thumb to wipe from his mouth the proof of your last few orgasms. “I’m just making sure your hole is as lubricated as possible to accommodate my new form.”
The contrast of this man, on how he was gobbling up your pussy mere seconds ago, now sending you this expression you could only describe as puppy eyes, was akin to a whiplash.
“Danheng,” you breathed. “I’ve never been this wet before in my whole life. I can assure you: you can put it in!”
You might’ve wanted to tone down, given it was the time everyone on the Express chose to sleep at. You both were supposed to partake in that, not this. Yet, here you were, in that repurposed space Danheng used like a bedroom. March’s was right next to it.
Maybe nudged by your urgency to feel him inside, or to effectively shut you up given the circumstance, Danheng abandoned your cunt in favor of using his lips on yours. His tongue meddled with yours, losing yourself in the heed of his mouth and laying on the bed again.
The reddened tip of his cock prodded your folds, and Danheng took a moment to speak.
“If, at any time, you need to tap out, tell me.”
His new form not only gave him extra inches in height; the extra inches went somewhere else too.
You had already seen it, and instead of being intimidated by the size, it reignited your need.
“I doubt I will but noted.”
Danheng’s blush deepened.
With a steady hand on your hip, Danheng’s canted forward.
By the time you had taken half of his girth, the strain on your cunt was a handful already. It took up so much space, filling up every crevice unlike you’ve felt before. Maybe Danheng didn’t exaggerate on the number of orgasms he gave you to stretch you enough for him…Despite the novelty, however, you were addicted to this unique sensation, to the point you too angled your hips to meet his thrusts.
“Tight…” Danheng muttered between clenched teeth, sweating from the effort to hold back from pounding into you so soon. You hugged his length deliciously, the hotness and slickness of your walls pleasuring each vein and inch. “Relax, you’re…going to make me come at this rate…” His whisper came out shaky.
“I am relaxed,” the difficulty to not moan loud increased with each push and pull, your body ablaze from the heat. “Mmh—Faster.”
Obediently, Danheng followed your command and increased the speed, thus making the skin to skin sounds harder to conceal. Your body jolted against the messy sheets from the force of his pounding.
With a sharp inhale, he used his thumb to rub your clit. “Please come. I—Ahh—I don’t think I'll last.”
Danheng took it in his hands to push you closer to the brink, wrapping your legs around him as tightly as possible. You surrounded his shoulders with your arms and brought him closer, muffling your voice with him.
“I'm coming,” you breathed between kisses, sliding a hand across his broad shoulders and diving it in his tousled hair. Your fingers found his horn on purpose, and you gained the reaction you were aiming for.
Bliss drilled into every nerve when you did that, impulsing Danheng to ravage you with more appetite. You could've sworn you heard him growl, but the way he shoved into you didn't allow for a second of thought.
His hands abandoned your hips and handled the back of your legs instead, pushing them up and resting them on his shoulders. The change in tilt facilitated his movements, making pounding into you an easier task. Thus, with it being easier, he settled on a ruthless pace.
“It was so easy to rile you up,” you managed to speak, your voice catching up in your throat with each yank. “All I had to do was to touch your horns.”
“You know they're a weak spot. It's not fair,” Danheng reprimanded. “It's as if I did this.”
His fingers returned to your clit and stroked it faster, wet and slippery. It was unforeseen, you didn't expect Danheng to retaliate and your climax wrecked your body suddenly, causing tremors to course through your muscles.
Your cunt squeezed him, pushing him over the brink and crammed your hole with cum. He didn't still, instead kept thrusting as his load spurted in the deepest spot inside. You could feel it, the hotness of it stuffing you until there was no space left.
The faint blue light from the screens behind you casted a glow on him, highlighting the drops of sweat sliding across his neck and pecs. With a heavy sigh, he laid his head on your chest.
“I'm going to wake up sore tomorrow,” you played with his hair while your labored breath returned to normal.
You couldn't see his face, but you could tell red shot to his cheeks given how warm they were against your chest.
“It's okay, though,” you twirled a strand of his hair around your index finger. “you know I like it.”
in which : dan heng was never one to look forward to things. that is, until you entered his life and taught him how to hope once more.
pairing : dan heng x gn!reader
wc 1.3k, so much fluff it's sickening, bro is not nonchalant™, you killed his tough guy personality here, art by @/SP0I0ppp on x. reblogs n comments r much appreciated!!!
Dan Heng had never been one to anticipate things. Life had taught him not to —his past was filled with moments where people came and went, and life had a way of reminding him how fleeting those things could be. Though it wasn’t that he didn’t care about the future, it was just simpler to deal with what was in front of him.
So, he stopped expecting. Learning to take each day as it came, to live by the moment, anchored only by the need to keep moving forward, away from his past.
That was, until you came along.
The steady hum of the train is a sound familiar to Dan Heng, but lately, his mind has been occupied with thoughts that even the constant, low thrum cannot easily calm.
It’s strange how easily you came into his life, like a gentle breeze slipping through the cracks of a fortress. Even with his walls firmly in place, you never pushed his boundaries; instead, you moved around them with a gentle finesse that made him feel surprisingly at ease.
Your influence was undeniable, it awakened a sense of curiosity within him, a yearning to experience the world in ways he had long forgotten. And before he knew it, he found himself looking forward to things he never thought he would.
He looks forward to the way you say his name.
“Dan Heng—” It’s a soft murmur that rolls off your tongue like honey, lingering in the air and wrapping around him in a warm embrace.
“Dan Heng?” It’s the look in your eyes when those syllables escape your lips, a spark that sets his heart racing in a way he can’t ignore. The slight tilt of your head makes you look impossibly tender, paired with your soft gaze —it only peels away his defenses without you ever trying.
“Dan Heng!” It’s that sound, that singular way you say his name, that fills the quiet corners of his heart he didn’t even know were waiting for you. “Hello…?” He blinks, eyes darting back to you as you wave your hands in front of his face.
He coughs awkwardly into his fist, a feeble attempt to mask his embarrassment as he becomes acutely aware of how lost in thought he had been. A slight flush creeps onto his cheeks —oh god, he had been staring at you… without even realising it.
“Ahem, sorry about that,” he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids your gaze. “I got a bit... distracted.” His heart races as he glances back at you, “What were you saying?”
You chuckle softly at his flustered reaction. “I was just wondering if you’d like to join me for lunch,” you say, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “I thought we could finally check out that new place March has been raving about.”
“Of course.” His reply comes out too quickly, a rush of eagerness that catches even him off guard. “Great!” your excitement evident as corners of your mouth lift into a grin, “I can’t wait, Dan Heng! Let’s go t—”
Oh… if only you knew; there’s a part of him that comes alive every time he hears his name on your lips.
He looks forward to the quiet moments you share in his room.
You sit across from Dan Heng, leaning against the bookshelf, with the gentle glow of the overhead lights casting soft shadows across your face. He’s attuned to every subtle change in your expression, every little crease of your brow when the narrative of the book in your hands takes an unexpected turn.
(Your expression is telling a story he’s far more interested in.)
Neither of you speaks; content to simply bask in the comfort of each other's presence.The air is tranquil, punctuated only by the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional sigh of contemplation.
There's an undeniable intimacy in the shared silence, where nothing needs to be said for everything to be understood. Dan Heng also thinks you’re quite… mesmerising in moments like these. Perhaps there's something about the way your eyes skim the page, the way you bite your lip in anticipation, the way you turn to him with a gentle smile—
Ah… he’s staring again, and this time you’ve caught him in the act.
You catch his gaze and raise an eyebrow; your playful smirk deepens, a silent challenge lingering in the air as you maintain eye contact —and the corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s holding back a smile too.
The book resting in your lap is momentarily forgotten, the words on the page fading into oblivion. His eyes linger on you, studying every nuance of your expression, every flicker of light that dances in your gaze.
Even in silence, you manage to hold his attention effortlessly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.
And for now, that’s enough to fill the space with something profoundly meaningful.
He looks forward to the tomorrows you share.
“I had fun today, thank you, Dan Heng.”
“Me too,” he stumbles out. A slight pause follows before his gaze shifts to avoid yours. “I mean, I had fun too.”
For a brief moment, he wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating, how it stumbles, quickens —each beat louder than the last. The pulse of it seems to echo in the space between you, an unspoken language you’ve become quite fluent in.
Just then, you lean forward slightly, placing your elbow on the table as you rest your chin on your hand. “You know,” you say, your tone laced with a teasing lilt, “If you keep getting all flustered like this, I might just think you’re really into me.”
His breath catches in his throat, and his cheeks flare with a heat that rivals the sun.
Your laughter dances in the air, and it sends a jolt of exhilaration through him. “Relax! I’m just ki—”
“No.”
His pulse quickens, and he can’t help but fidget in his seat. “You’re right. I’m into you.” His chest tightens as your eyes meet; for once, you’re the one blushing, a rosy hue creeping up your cheeks as surprise flickers across your face.
You blink, momentarily taken aback. “You… mean that?”
He swallows hard, “I do, I really like you, [name].”
You’re barely trying to contain the smile spreading across your lips. “I’m glad you said it,” you continue, your voice softening. “Because I really like you too, Dan Heng.”
His heart soars, and a breath he didn’t realise he was holding escapes his lips in a rush. “How can I not when you’re so cute?” You reach out to pinch his cheeks, and surprisingly, he lets you have your way.
“I’m not cute,” he mumbles, but his voice lacks conviction, and the way you’re looking at him makes it impossible to stay composed.
You chuckle softly, as you let go of his face. “Anyway, it’s getting late,” you continue, glancing at the clock nearby. “Let’s talk more about this tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
He tells himself he's looking forward to tomorrow, but maybe, it's really just the promise in your words he's waiting for.
“See you tomorrow, then!” You call out as you make your way to the door. He watches you leave, the gentle sound of your footsteps echoing softly before fading into the distance. Once the door clicks shut behind you, Dan Heng glances at the clock again, counting the minutes until he can see you once more.
With a soft sigh, he leans back in his chair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “See you tomorrow,” he whispers to the empty room.
And for the first time in ages, he allows himself to hope again.
