you could write a scenario with Aventurine, Dan Heng and Jing Yan (or any other more character of your preference) the theme is the song "Treat you Better" by Shawn Mendes, like, the fem!eader is in a relationship with someone who doesn't treat her well and they're like "leave him, I can treat you better"
idk this idea just stuck in my head while I was listening to the song, it brings me nostalgia 😭😭
It's my first time making a request soooo... Sorry if the grammar is wrong, English is not my first language
Anyway, I love your writing, it's really good and recently I've been addicted to your writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
“I Can Treat You Better Than He Can”
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Angst, Character Development, Comfort, Self-Worth, Protective, Inner Turmoil, Slow Burn.
Warnings: Emotional Trauma (mentions of unhealthy relationships, emotional abuse), Heavy Themes of Self-Doubt, Mental Health Struggles (emotional burden, survivor’s guilt, loneliness), Manipulation (Aventurine’s past as a manipulative figure may be referenced), Conflict of Interests.
A/N: NOOO I USED TO LISTEN TO THAT ALL THAT TIME AS A KID AND SAME GOES FOR MY SISTER TOO 😭🙏
Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling
The Astral Express hummed quietly as the night passed, the stars outside flickering like distant dreams. Inside, Dan Heng stood by the window, his piercing gaze focused on the black void that stretched out before them. His hand rested lightly on spear, but his thoughts were elsewhere, fixating on the unspoken weight in the air.
You had been quiet lately, quieter than usual. Your normally bright and radiant demeanor had been replaced with something more distant, more guarded. He couldn’t ignore the subtle change in the way you carried yourself, the slumped shoulders, the barely concealed sadness in your eyes whenever you thought no one was looking. He noticed how you would retreat to corners of the train, as if trying to escape the weight of the world you carried.
It didn’t take long for Dan Heng to piece together that you were in a relationship with someone who didn’t deserve you. He had heard the whispers when you weren’t around—the way your voice cracked when you mentioned your partner, the way your eyes became dull with resignation. He knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but something inside him churned with a quiet anger at the injustice of it all.
Tonight, as the crew settled in for a rare moment of rest, Dan Heng found himself walking quietly towards you. He was unsure of what to say, how to break the silence that had been between you for so long. But as he approached, he noticed the familiar look of frustration and sadness on your face, and the words slipped out before he could stop them.
"Why do you stay with him?" His voice was soft but firm, cutting through the quiet like a blade. He didn’t look at you directly, his eyes focused on a point beyond the window, but his presence was unmistakable.
You hesitated, a sigh escaping your lips as you glanced at him. "It’s complicated, Dan Heng."
He could feel the hesitation in your words, the uncertainty that plagued your thoughts. He let out a soft breath, turning slightly to face you, his gaze finally meeting yours.
"It doesn’t have to be," he said, his voice quieter now, almost like a whisper meant only for you. "You deserve someone who will value you, who will make you feel seen, not someone who drags you down."
He stepped closer, his expression softer than usual. "I can treat you better. I’ll be here for you, no matter what." He wasn’t sure where the words were coming from, but they felt true in the moment—like the truth had finally found its way to the surface.
You opened your mouth to protest, but he held up a hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm.
"Just think about it," he said. "You don’t have to carry this burden alone. There’s no need to stay in something that makes you unhappy."
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was heavy, yet comforting in its own way. Dan Heng’s words had opened a door, one that you weren’t sure you were ready to walk through—but part of you knew he was right. He was offering you a chance at something different, something better.
And for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel so alone.
The soft light of the Xianzhou Luofu’s lanterns flickered around you, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Jing Yuan, with his trademark laziness, stood at the entrance of the grand hall, surveying the scene with a sense of quiet satisfaction. His sharp eyes never missed a detail, yet tonight, they were focused on you.
You had been distant—more than usual. He could see the weariness in your movements, the way you seemed lost in your thoughts, as if the weight of something was pressing on your heart. It didn’t take a master strategist to figure out that you were struggling with the dynamics of your current relationship, and Jing Yuan found himself growing increasingly concerned.
He had long been the quiet observer, the strategist who planned steps far ahead of everyone else, but in this moment, he could feel the protective instincts rising within him. You were not just any crew member on the Luofu. No, you were someone he had come to care for, someone whose well-being mattered to him in a way he had not expected.
As the night wore on, Jing Yuan approached you slowly, his presence commanding yet soft in its approach.
"You’ve been quiet tonight," he remarked, his voice carrying a quiet authority. There was no judgment in his tone, only concern—a rare admission from the usually aloof Arbiter-General.
You gave him a weary smile, trying to brush off the unease that had settled in your chest. "Just tired, Jing Yuan."
He studied you for a moment, sensing that there was more to your fatigue than just physical exhaustion. "Tired of what?" His gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his usually calm eyes. "Tired of pretending everything is fine?"
You stiffened, caught off guard by his perceptiveness. It was like he could see right through you. There was no hiding from Jing Yuan’s wisdom, no shield to protect you from the understanding that radiated from him.
"Is it your partner?" he asked gently, the question hanging between you like an open wound.
For a moment, you faltered, unsure of how to respond. But the way Jing Yuan was looking at you, with such quiet intensity, made the decision easier.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "It’s... complicated."
He took a step closer, his presence looming but not oppressive. "It doesn’t have to be," he said, his voice low but unwavering. "You deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are. Someone who doesn’t make you doubt your worth."
You met his gaze, the weight of his words sinking deep into your soul. Jing Yuan was always careful with his words, and when he spoke like this, you knew he meant it.
"You don’t have to stay in something that hurts you," he continued, his tone softening further. "I can treat you better. I’d never ask you to settle for less than you deserve."
There was something raw in his words, something unspoken that hung in the air between you. In that moment, Jing Yuan’s stoic demeanor cracked, revealing a depth of care that he rarely allowed others to see.
He wasn’t asking for anything in return, only offering his presence as a foundation of support. And for the first time in a long while, you felt as if you were no longer alone in your pain.
The dimly lit room was filled with the faint hum of machinery and the rustle of papers, but Aventurine hardly noticed. His eyes were trained on you, watching as you moved about the space, your posture stiff and your steps hesitant, as if carrying an invisible weight that had settled heavily on your shoulders.
Aventurine had always prided himself on his ability to read people, to understand their motives and desires, but tonight, it was different. There was something in your gaze, something in the way you avoided his eyes, that tugged at him. He had seen this before, the quiet defeat, the sorrow carefully concealed beneath layers of indifference.
And he wasn’t having it.
With a swiftness that surprised you, he crossed the room and placed himself in your path, his usual teasing grin replaced by a rare expression of sincerity. His eyes, usually full of playful mischief, were serious as they met yours.
"Why are you still with him?" Aventurine asked, his voice lower than usual, stripped of its usual bravado. "You deserve more than that."
You hesitated, unsure of how to respond, but he wasn’t giving you the chance to retreat.
"You don’t have to keep sacrificing yourself for someone who doesn’t see your worth," he continued, his words laced with an intensity that was at odds with his usual flamboyant charm. "I can treat you better. I know what it’s like to fight for your place in this world, and I would never ask you to stay in something that drags you down."
Aventurine took a step closer, his hand hovering just slightly above yours, a gesture of support that you had not expected from him. He was no stranger to manipulation, to using people for his gain, but in this moment, his sincerity was undeniable.
"You’re more than just a pawn in someone else’s game," he said, his voice softer now, vulnerable in a way you had never heard it before. "You’re worth far more than that."
His usual bravado returned as he added, with a grin that didn’t quite match his eyes, "And if you ever want to play a different game, I’m yours."
You looked up at him, unsure of what to say, but in that moment, you realized something: for all his flaws and the games he played, Aventurine was offering you something you hadn’t known you needed—a chance at something better. Something that didn’t involve settling.
I thought I knew true fear. But this, what I'm feeling now, is not a fear I've ever known. The feeling inside me is big and black and bottomless. It feels like plummeting into Hell.
This Bluebird poem depicts a bluebird inside the poet that stands for a vulnerable hidden inner self, suffocated behind a hard, self-reliant exterior. Bukowski portrays the struggle to keep that inner voice inside, using vices and distractions- whiskey, smoking, and a nightlife routine to dull the feeling and keep others from noticing. The bird only escapes at night, when everyone else is asleep, and the vulnerable poet and the bird continue a secret pact. The moment of connection is powerful enough to move him, yet he insists he does not weep. But the theme of the poem suggests otherwise.
They say all you have is yourself, especially when everything else slips away, but what happens when the hard times arrive and you are no longer there to meet them—when you are a stranger to your own hands, unsure how to hold or be held? How do you whisper that it will be okay when you don’t believe in the promise of “okay” anymore, when hope feels like something meant for someone brighter, someone intact? You try to turn inward, to run toward yourself, but there is no open door, only a quiet, unfamiliar distance, because you spent so long loving only the luminous version—the one who wins, who smiles, who knows what comes next, who fits neatly into admiration—that you never learned the language of your own breaking. And now the other self, the softer, unraveling one you kept tucked away, is no longer silent; it is pressing against your ribs, asking for air, and you do not know how to answer because you never gave it space to breathe. The light you once carried feels dim, almost decorative, unable to reach the depth of this darkness, a darkness that settles and stays, thick and patient. And somewhere in it, a thought flickers, fragile and late—you should have made room for this too—but it arrives after the room has already filled with shadows, after you have already forgotten the way back to yourself.
Its first talent is hiding. Our true face lies in the darkness beneath our skin. Our true heart drowns in even deeper shadows. But what it hides from us the most is not our secret truths, what it is hiding is the truth of others.
The Dark protects us from what we are afraid to know.
It protects us from the horrors we are capabe of.
Its second talent is the ilusion of comfort, the peace of sweet dreams in the night's embrace, the beauty imagination gifts to that which would disgusts us in the light of day.
Its third talent is Light itself. Just as the days are counted by the night that divides them, and the stars by the endless blackness they move around in, the Dark embraces the Light and makes it stand out from its very core.
With every victory of the Light, the winner is the Dark.
All lights vanish, leaving nothing but darkness behind. All things die, all things end. With time, even stars burn out. Everything you have, everything you will achieve, every thriumph, every love. All that's yours, everyone you love, will die one die. You can't stop their deaths any more than you can stop the sun from setting. You will lose them, or perhaps you will be fortunate where they won't be, and they will lose you instead.
The people you love don't, and will not ever, belong to you. They belong to the universe, and the universe will take them.
It's that simple. It's that complex. And it's written in the very nature of the universe. In a universe where even stars burn out, no matter how good you are, all stories end the same way.
The Dark is generous, and it is patient.
The darkness is what sows the seeds of cruelty in justice, what leaks disdain into compassion, what poisons love with grains of doubt.
It takes your attachments and poisons them with the fear of the unstoppable, with the fear of losing everything you hold dear. It sows the seeds of anger, the shadows of greed.
The Dark can be patient because the smallest raindrop will make those seeds sprout.
And the rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, because the Dark is the ground they grow in and the clouds in the skies, and it awaits behind the stars that give them light.
With time, even stars burn out.
The Dark is the predator in the middle of a hunt, stalking you with eerie patience. You may run, you may hide, but it won't run after you or search for you; it doesn't have to, it doesn't need to.
It will catch you eventually. It knows this, and it knows you know this. If you flee, you will only delay the inevitable. If you embrace it, you will be consumed by the worst in yourself.
The Dark is generous and it is patient, and it always wins.
It always wins because it's in everything. It's in the wood that burns in the hearth of your home, it's under your chair and under your table and under the sheets of your bed, it's beneath your feet when you walk during midday.
The brightest of lights projects the darkest of shadows.
You can't flee from them, for they will catch you. You can't outrun them, you can't outsmart them. They will always find you, they will always catch you, they will always destroy you.
You can't join them. If you do, you will lose everything you are, and everything you hold dear will be crushed by your own hand. You will become nothing but a shadow of yourself, the incarnation of your worst tendencies, of your anger and hate and greed. You, like the darkness, will take and steal and plunder every little thing in the universe, but you will never be satiated.
You will try to hunt down every light, every little source of heat and comfort, to recover the warmth you lost. But it's not enough, it will never be. You will always be cold. Like the snows of Hoth, like the caves of Ilum.
You will remember power, but your power will never be more than a memory. You will lose it, surrender it to the darkness, and you will have nothing but a shadowy mockery of what you once possessed. Like an artist gone blind, like a composer gone deaf.
And in the void where your soul used to be, you will freeze in the everlasting cold.
This is how it feels to fall into the Dark Side, to give yourself to the Sith. Now. Right now. Forever.
The Dark is generous and it is patient. You cannot defeat it, you cannot escape from it, you cannot destroy it.
But in its strength lies weakness. For all its power for destruction, for all the things it has killed, kills and will kill, there is one thing the Dark will never take from you, no matter how much it tries.
The Dark will never kill your hope.
The Dark will never kill your faith.
The Dark will never kill your love.
Only you can take it from yourself.
Every time a door closes, a window opens, full of thrilling possibilities. Just as the storm brings safety for those who are prepared and the mist protects which doesn't want to be found, in the darkest of moments someone will dream of the break of dawn.
Just as the Dark has won its decisive victory over the Light, a new star will be born from the cold dusty remains of another, and bring new hope for another day.
Just as you lose yourself in the worst of yourself, you will always find the best in you, if you know where to look.
The people you love aren't yours. They belong only to the universe and to themselves. You will lose them, because they go away or because the universe has taken them. But when you love them truly, you will find the purest form of joy, whether they are with you, by your side, or not.
The Dark will always be present, stalking you, hunting you. But as long as you carry your love within your heart, it will never hurt you.
The people you love may be gone, but they were here. They existed, they were by your side and have you their love. Nothing can take that love away from you, not all the power in the universe, and certainly not the Dark. What is grief, if not love persevering?
Hold on, come what may, and you will find a light in the darkness.
Never let your fear overpower your love, your anger nor your hate overpower your compassion, and even when it catches you, the Dark will be unable to destroy you. Always keep kindness at the core of your anger, for it is the hilt that protects you from the cold blade you wield.
The Dark is generous and it is patient, but in its strength lies weakness: one lone candle can hold it back.
Love is more than just a candle. Love can ignite the stars.
Don't lose sight of your love in your fear. Don't let your inner turmoil steal your kindness. Never forget who you are. Find the Light within your heart, and never lose sight of it.
Stop holding on, let go of what you're afraid to lose. Don't hold it tightly, do it kindly and gently and let it move away if it desires. Know yourself, know your pain, know your rage, and let it go. Free yourself from hate, from anger, from fear, and love people regardless of the pain it might bring you when those people are lost.
Love with everything you have, and you will make new stars shine brightly.
