OMG OMG SO IMAGINW
dan heng gepard jiaoqiu and aven with a super sneaky, smart, and mischievous reader who like likes to randomly smalc their butt?? Like not in a weird way she just likes to smack them and then run off
she also likes pranking them and sometimes puts weird stuff in their food…
and then after she pranks you or whatever youll find her peeking at you from afar, wondering if youre gonna tru to get her back or if youll just move on
also bonus but imagine she is also in love with spice and her jiaoqiu would just be, terrorizing his patients
and for everyone else she’ll force them to eat spicy food and if they dont shes breaking up with them
also could you pretend jiaoqiu didnt turn blind
OKEY TYYY POOKS STAY HYDRATED
Can't Help Falling In Love
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Female!Reader, Fluff, Humor, Playful teasing, Light-hearted pranks, Affection, Mischievous behavior, Spicy food, Clinginess, Established Relationship.
Warnings: Mild suggestive content (slapping butt/read), Spicy food pranks (potential for discomfort), Playful teasing that may border on embarrassment for characters, Light physical affection, Jiaoqiu's not blind.
A/N: I forgot what I was writing by the second part of each characters so uh... Yeah 🧍♀️
The atmosphere aboard the Astral Express was quiet, as usual, save for the soft hum of the engines and the occasional chatter of the crew. Dan Heng sat at his usual post in the observation deck, his spear resting beside him as he stared out into the vastness of space. His mind wandered, as it often did, lost in the weight of his thoughts. Yet, there was a familiar feeling creeping at the edges of his awareness—a playful energy that seemed to follow him wherever he went.
He didn’t need to look up to know who was approaching.
Smack!
The sudden sound of a playful slap on his rear (more like his butt but ahem) broke his concentration. His eyes narrowed as he shot a glance over his shoulder, but by the time he did, the mischievous culprit was already disappearing around the corner.
“You’re getting bolder every day,” he muttered under his breath, feeling his cheeks flush slightly despite himself.
This wasn’t the first time it had happened. In fact, it had become almost a routine—one that he both dreaded and… tolerated. He wasn’t sure which emotion he felt more.
Dan Heng sighed, his hand unconsciously brushing the spot where you had smacked him. He could already picture you, your smile full of mischief as you ran off, knowing full well that he wouldn’t chase after you. That was his nature—calm, stoic, always in control. Yet, you seemed to be the one person who managed to get under his skin, even if just a little.
As if on cue, he heard the soft sound of light footsteps behind him. He knew it was you before he even turned around. There you were, peeking from around the corner, eyes glinting with curiosity as you waited to see if he’d retaliate or simply move on.
He did nothing, just resumed his position at the window, pretending not to notice you staring at him. That always seemed to frustrate you, but it was the only way he knew how to deal with your antics. If he acknowledged you too much, it would only encourage you.
But that didn’t stop you from testing his limits.
Later that day, at dinner, Dan Heng sat down at the table, ready to focus on his meal and avoid distractions. But, as he dug into his food, a familiar heat started to build in his mouth. He paused, his brow furrowing as he realized what had happened.
"Did you…?" he began, but the question caught in his throat as his mouth burned.
You were sitting across from him, acting completely innocent as you shoved another bite of your own food into your mouth.
“What?” you said with a shrug, though your eyes were bright with mischief. “I don’t know what you're talking about."
Dan Heng’s face turned slightly red as he pushed his plate away, reaching for his water, but it did nothing to quell the spice that was taking over his senses.
He glanced at you, giving you a deadpan stare. "I can’t believe you put ghost peppers in my food."
“Oh, you don’t like it?” you asked with a dramatic pout, though there was a glint of amusement in your eyes. "Maybe you need to learn to love spicy food, or... we’re through!"
Dan Heng stared at you for a long moment, his usual cool demeanor cracking just a little. "I… don’t think that’s how relationships work."
You gasped in mock horror. “What? Are you saying that you won’t even try for me? I put all this effort into making it spicy, and this is how you repay me?!”
Dan Heng could feel the heat of both the spices and your teasing gaze, and he sighed, rubbing his temples. He would never win this. It was like every moment with you was a new battle of wits and antics. You were relentless, always coming up with new ways to make him squirm, to make him react.
But despite his frustrations, despite how you managed to get under his skin, Dan Heng had to admit—there was something comforting about your presence. Your clinginess, your incessant affection, even your mischievous ways.
You were always by his side, always demanding his attention, and somehow, despite everything, he found himself drawn to you. Maybe it was the way you never gave up, how you insisted on showing him affection even when he didn’t quite know how to return it. He’d never admit it to you, of course, but it meant more to him than he let on.
That evening, after another of your pranks had gone off without a hitch, he found you in your usual spot—peeking from behind a corner, eyes wide and curious, waiting for him to either retaliate or, more likely, ignore it completely.
Dan Heng sighed and stood up, moving toward you.
You blinked, startled, as he stopped right in front of you, his expression unreadable. "You’ve been getting bold," he said softly, his gaze softening slightly.
You grinned widely, ready for another playful retort, but before you could speak, Dan Heng did something unexpected. He placed a hand on the small of your back, a soft, almost hesitant touch, and leaned in slightly, just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.
“Just don’t do that again,” he murmured, his voice low, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You froze, eyes wide, a feeling of warmth spreading through you at the unexpected affection.
“W-What was that?” you stammered, still in shock.
Dan Heng smirked slightly, his usual stoic expression returning. "You’ve been pranking me all day. I figured it was time I… responded."
Before you could react further, he walked away, leaving you standing there with a racing heart. The sting of his words, the heat of his touch, was enough to leave you speechless.
But you weren’t about to give up. You’d just have to find new ways to get him to crack.
And deep down, you knew one thing: as much as Dan Heng pretended not to care, he was already wrapped around your finger.
It was a quiet afternoon in the Silvermane Guards’ barracks when Gepard found himself walking through the corridors, his usual stoic expression softened by the gentle breeze that blew through the open windows. He had just finished his rounds and was heading back to his office, when a sudden, playful smack resounded through the hall.
His face flushed a deep crimson as he spun around, eyes narrowing as they landed on the culprit—a woman who was already darting away, her laughter echoing in the distance. It was you, of course. No one else had the audacity to sneak up on him like that and get away with it.
“[Name]!” he called after you, though his voice held no real anger. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, even as he shook his head.
You, however, were too quick, disappearing around a corner before he could even close the distance. Your mischievous antics had become a near-daily occurrence, and despite the way they often disrupted his serious demeanor, Gepard couldn't help but enjoy them—though he'd never admit it aloud.
You weren't just a pranker, either. You were a master of subtlety. From switching his morning coffee with tea to putting an extra spicy ingredient in his lunch that nearly had him choking in front of his soldiers, you were always finding new ways to make his life... interesting. It was all harmless fun, of course, but it did keep him on his toes.
That day, however, there was a new twist. You had a habit of waiting for his reaction after a prank, often peeking at him from a distance to see whether he'd retaliate or simply let it go. You knew that Gepard, for all his nobility and military rigor, wasn’t the type to be easily angered—yet you couldn’t resist seeing if he'd ever break that calm and stoic exterior.
And sure enough, after lunch, you watched from behind a pillar as he took his first bite of the meal you had carefully prepared. His eyes widened, and he quickly took a gulp of water. The corners of your lips curled into a wicked grin, waiting for his response.
“I see what you did,” Gepard muttered, turning his gaze toward the far-off corner where you were hiding. His eyes were no longer filled with annoyance, but rather amusement, as he realized what you had done to his food.
You stepped out from your hiding spot with a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe you noticed so soon!” You pouted, walking over to him. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“You know how much I despise surprises,” he replied dryly, but his tone was gentle. He could never stay mad at you for long, no matter how much you tested his patience.
“You’re so boring, Gepard. Spices are life!” You huffed, crossing your arms and jutting your lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. “If you don’t eat spicy food, I’m breaking up with you. It’s just a fact.”
Gepard raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with a resigned yet fond smile. He always knew you’d say something like that. You were, after all, utterly clingy and full of contradictions.
“You know that’s not how relationships work, right?” he said with an amused glint in his eyes. “And I don’t think you’re really ready to break up with me.” His voice held a playful edge now, teasing you gently.
Your pout deepened. “I am! But if you love me, you’ll suffer through this—for me,” you whined, your voice taking on that all-too-familiar clingy tone that always made his heart skip a beat.
It wasn’t that he minded; he liked it, even if it made him feel a bit overwhelmed at times. You were just... you. A mischievous, spicy-loving whirlwind who knew exactly how to get under his skin. And despite the pranks, the playful slaps, the whining, and the teasing, Gepard loved you—maybe even more than he cared to admit.
With a sigh, he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. You win.”
Your eyes lit up with joy, and before you could even say another word, you were already clinging to his arm, pulling him closer, your mischievous eyes gleaming as you nuzzled into his side. “See? Told you.”
“You’re lucky I’m too fond of you to resist,” Gepard muttered, though his heart warmed at the closeness. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to feel so vulnerable, but with you, it felt... natural.
You smirked, but your teasing glimmer faded for a moment as you leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “And you’re lucky you’re so easy to love, Captain,” you whispered sweetly, your voice filled with sincerity.
Gepard didn’t respond right away, his face flushed from the sudden affection. His breath caught in his throat, and for a split second, the reality of how much you meant to him felt almost overwhelming. He didn’t know if he could ever keep up with your antics, but one thing was certain: he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“You know,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, “I think I might just have to get you back for all those pranks.”
You looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “What? Nooooo!” You pulled away from him, pretending to be horrified, but your lips betrayed you as they curved into a playful smile.
“You’re not getting away that easily.” Gepard said, his voice low with a hint of challenge.
You took a step back, your mischievous grin returning as you started to edge toward the door. “You’ll never catch me, Captain! I’m too quick!”
Gepard took a step forward, his hand outstretched. “Oh, I’ll catch you, [Name]. And when I do...”
The rest of his words were lost to the sound of your laughter as you darted out of the room, but the promise lingered in the air, between the two of you—playful, full of affection, and undeniably full of love.
Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind getting pranked a little more often.
Aventurine had always been a man who thrived in control—be it his strategies, his reputation, or even his carefully constructed relationships. But as he stood in the middle of their shared space, adjusting his blazer and waiting for the latest in his long series of meetings, he knew one thing for sure: he could never predict what you would do next.
And that was perhaps the most maddening—yet undeniably thrilling—thing about you.
You were sneaky, playful, and mischievous in ways that left him both exhausted and charmed. He could feel your presence before he even saw you, the air shifting when you crept into the room, your footsteps light and daring. And then—
SMACK!
You slapped his butt, not even bothering to hide the gleam of mischief in your eyes as you zipped past him with a speed that only your teasing nature could muster. Aventurine, for all his intellect, had barely reacted in time, his heart racing as he whipped around, eyes narrowing.
"Really?" he drawled, voice smooth, though the corners of his lips curled upward, revealing a hint of the smile that was never far from his face.
But you were already halfway across the room, laughing under your breath, eyes sparkling with the satisfaction of your victory. "I’ll be over there, love. You know... you’re just too easy."
He stood there, frozen in place for a moment longer, before he composed himself. There was something so infuriatingly right about this dynamic. He couldn’t help but adore how you always pushed him to the edge of his patience, never quite crossing the line, but always dancing dangerously close to it. It was a game, a dance—and one he rarely had the upper hand in.
"You really think you can just get away with that?" he said in a tone that was half teasing, half warning, as he started toward you with an easy, confident stride.
Before he could take another step, you spun around dramatically, holding your hands up in mock surrender. "Oh, come on, Aventurine. You know you love it."
He couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling up inside him, despite himself. You were so... you. There was no faking it when it came to you. Your affection, your pranks, your relentless clinginess—it was all genuine. But more often than not, your pranks had a very specific twist to them: they always involved food. And not just any food.
You walked over to the table, where a bowl of what appeared to be pasta sat, an innocently delicious aroma filling the room. Aventurine’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t trust anything that came out of your kitchen. Not anymore.
He stood still, arms crossed, as you gestured for him to try it.
"Go ahead. It’s not too spicy this time," you said with a wink, your tone dripping with playful malice.
Aventurine arched an eyebrow, still unsure. You had slipped in spicy chilies into every dish for the past week, and each time, he’d had to force himself to take it—though he would never admit to you how much he secretly enjoyed your antics. "Spicy?" he asked, testing you.
You pouted, though you could never quite hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. "If you don’t eat it, I’m breaking up with you."
His jaw dropped slightly, half in surprise, half in exasperation. You were serious. Of course, you were.
"Not this again," he muttered, rolling his eyes, though there was no mistaking the amusement flickering in his magenta eyes.
You crossed your arms in mock defiance, giving him an exaggerated side-eye. "I’m serious, Aventurine."
With a resigned sigh, he grabbed the fork and scooped up a bite, eyeing the dish cautiously. He could practically hear you watching him, waiting for his reaction. He chewed, swallowing slowly as the heat began to take hold.
It burned. It burned. But there was something else too: the sweetness of your challenge, the intoxicating way you made him feel so alive, even if it came with a side of agony. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he set the fork down, casually wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Not bad,” he said, his tone light. “You’ve managed to hit the sweet spot.”
You couldn’t hide your grin as you leaned in, too close for comfort, your lips pouting in a display of mock frustration. “You better not act like you love it, Aventurine. Or else I’ll have to cook for you every day.”
“You’ll do that anyway,” he replied with a teasing smile.
Before you could respond, he took a step closer, your breath catching as his presence filled the space between you. His hand slid to your wrist, gently pulling you into him, and he leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead.
“You know, for all your games, I really do love you,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.
Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the playful exterior faded. You looked up at him, your gaze softening as you reached up to trace his jawline.
“I love you too,” you whispered, though the words came out muffled by your sudden self-consciousness. It wasn’t easy for you to receive his affection, but there was no denying it now.
Aventurine’s smirk turned into a full, genuine smile. "Good," he said, his voice warm. "Now, as for your next prank—"
But you interrupted him, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that spoke volumes about what words couldn’t convey. And in that moment, despite the teasing and games, you both knew: the connection between you was the most thrilling gamble of all.
The evening light filtered softly through the windows of the small, cozy room that Jiaoqiu and you shared. The warmth of the setting sun cast long shadows across the wooden floor, and the soft scent of herbs and alchemical oils lingered in the air. It was a peaceful moment, but you weren’t about to let it stay that way for long.
You crept up behind Jiaoqiu as he carefully mixed ingredients in a bowl, his concentration apparent in the gentle furrow of his brow. His hair swayed with each motion, and his fox ears twitched as he hummed softly to himself. His attention was fully on his task, leaving him unaware of your sneaky movements.
Without warning, you raised your hand and slapped his backside with a mischievous grin, then darted away before he could react. You barely made it to the door before bursting into a fit of giggles. But as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw Jiaoqiu’s eyes narrow, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile.
He sighed, shaking his head with a slight exasperation, but his voice carried a hint of warmth. “Really, [Name]? How many times have I told you not to do that?”
You grinned wider, sticking your tongue out playfully. “You’re too serious! Come on, lighten up a little!”
But Jiaoqiu didn’t chase after you immediately. Instead, he reached for his feather fan, tapping it thoughtfully against his palm. “I suppose I’ll have to think of a proper punishment for you then.” His tone was calm, but there was a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.
You immediately froze, but before you could run again, he casually flicked his fan, catching you off guard. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a smirk, his voice carrying the quiet authority of someone who had been around the block enough to know how to handle a troublemaker.
As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but admire the way he balanced being both elegant and terrifying at once. But despite his composed demeanor, you knew he secretly enjoyed your antics. Deep down, you could see it in the way his lips curled slightly whenever you made him laugh. You were his puzzle, and he was determined to figure you out, but you had to admit—he was rather good at keeping you on your toes.
After a brief, playful standoff, you resumed your usual routine of pranking him. This time, you sneaked into the kitchen while Jiaoqiu was distracted with paperwork, slyly adding a bizarre combination of spices to his dinner. You just couldn’t resist watching his reaction when he took a bite, savoring the moment when he realized what you’d done.
When you finally brought the food to the table, he raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Instead, he ate the meal with a composed elegance, never betraying any sign of discomfort. But his eyes followed you carefully, watching your every move.
You couldn’t help but giggle nervously, stealing glances at him as you waited for the inevitable. Then, the corner of his lips twitched, and he put his fork down with a sigh.
“Spicy, isn’t it?” Jiaoqiu said softly, his voice a mix of amusement and mild disapproval. “Are you trying to burn my tongue off, or is this your idea of an apology for earlier?”
Before you could respond, you caught sight of his gentle yet slightly teasing smile. He wasn’t upset, but you could tell that he’d caught onto your game. He leaned back in his chair, watching you closely as if waiting for you to make the next move.
But, as usual, you couldn’t help it. You darted off to hide behind the wall, peeking your head around it just enough to see if he would chase you—or if he would simply let you have your fun and move on. You’d learned a long time ago that Jiaoqiu didn’t rush to exact revenge, but he was always thinking, always plotting.
Sure enough, his gaze drifted to the door, and when his eyes locked with yours, a silent understanding passed between you. He wouldn’t retaliate in the way you expected. Instead, he would wait for you to come to him.
You stood there for a moment, debating whether to get closer, but before you could decide, his voice called out softly from the table. “Come here, [Name]. I’m waiting.”
A soft blush crept up your cheeks, your heart fluttering with affection as you hesitated. Jiaoqiu always knew how to draw you in, but it was that tenderness, that quiet understanding between the two of you, that made your heart race.
You were ready to move forward when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth pressing against your side, pulling you closer. Jiaoqiu wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his voice gentle but laced with something far more comforting. “Don’t hide from me. You know you’re the one I always wait for.”
You melted into his embrace, letting him pull you closer, despite the playful teasing. Your usual mischievous grin softened into a shy smile as you leaned your head against his chest. You loved giving affection, but receiving it back, even from someone as calm and composed as Jiaoqiu, made your heart flutter with an intensity you could never quite describe.
As he stroked your hair, his other hand resting casually on your back, you felt that moment of peace—the one you both shared, amidst all the pranks and playfulness. For all the chaos of your mischievous ways, Jiaoqiu was a steady presence, balancing you out in ways you couldn’t have imagined.
“I suppose I’ll have to get back at you later,” he murmured, though there was no hint of malice in his voice. “But for now… let me spoil you a little, hm?”
You closed your eyes, letting the comfort of his embrace lull you into a gentle calm. You might have been mischievous, and he might have been a strategist with a sharp mind, but in moments like this, you knew you had found something much deeper. Something that could withstand any prank, any spice, or any challenge.
You pressed your face into his chest, letting out a soft sigh. "Spoil me all you want, Jiaoqiu. But just don't leave me, okay?"
His response was a quiet chuckle as he held you tighter. "You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always be here for you."
And just like that, in the comfort of his arms, surrounded by the peaceful rhythm of your shared life, you knew—there was no one else you’d rather prank or cling to than him.