Dan heng aven and jiaoqiu with fem lover who is an extremely wild sleeper
Like shell go to bed under the blankets with her night gown on
And then the next morning shell be in the farthest corner of the room, wrapped up like a hotdog in the blanket with her gown of the floor and char be like wth
Tangled Sheets and Silent Words
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Romantic Humor, Sleep Disorder (Wild Sleeper), Playful Dynamic, Comfort, Affectionate Behavior, Character Growth (for Jiaoqiu's internal development), Slow Burn (in terms of emotional closeness).
Warnings: Mild Humor (due to wild sleeping habits), Some Mature Themes (light teasing, some suggestive undertones), Injury/Discomfort Mentions (Jiaoqiu's blindness and minor struggles with his trauma), Fluff Heavy.
Dan Heng had always been a man of precision, of careful routines and steady habits. So, when he first started sharing a bed with you, your unrestrained sleep patterns were a source of endless confusion and mild frustration.
It started innocently enough. You’d both prepare for bed, winding down after a long day aboard the Astral Express. Dan Heng would usually settle into his side of the bed with a book or in quiet reflection, and you’d do the same. But then, as sleep claimed you, all semblance of composure vanished.
Every morning, without fail, Dan Heng would awaken to find the bed in disarray. Where you had once been peacefully resting beside him, you were now tangled in the sheets, half of your nightgown missing, and your body sprawled out in the farthest corner of the room as if some invisible force had tried to pull you there. It was always a spectacle, like an oddly endearing disaster.
The first time it happened, he found you in a ball of blankets, your gown discarded on the floor and your hair a mess. His brow furrowed in confusion as he made his way to you, carefully untangling the fabric from your limbs. "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning the disarray.
You stirred, blinking sleepily, unaware of the chaos your nocturnal adventures had caused. "Did I... do it again?" you asked, your voice barely audible but tinged with amusement.
Dan Heng sighed, kneeling beside you, his voice soft despite the bemusement. "You’ve practically destroyed the bed again." He helped you back to your feet, his hands gently guiding you as you adjusted your disheveled nightgown.
"I can’t help it," you said with a teasing smile, trying to pull the gown back up. "I sleep... wild."
"I can see that," he replied, shaking his head but secretly finding it endearing. "Just... try to stay in the bed next time, please."
You smiled up at him, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "No promises."
Aventurine always seemed to know what to expect. But he never anticipated this.
It was an unspoken rule between you two that after long days of business meetings, adventures, and playing the high-stakes game that was your life, there would be quiet moments when you could relax together, unwind, and sleep. And, despite his experience in strategy and manipulation, Aventurine had not calculated your nocturnal escapades.
The first time it happened, Aventurine awoke to the sound of rustling. He thought maybe you had simply turned in your sleep. But when he looked over, he saw you had somehow managed to roll halfway across the room, tightly wrapped in the blanket, only your feet sticking out like a little hotdog.
His usual calm demeanor cracked. “What the hell…?” His voice, though smooth and collected, held a tinge of disbelief. He stood, crossing the room to unravel you from your blanket cocoon, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "You... don’t you sleep like a normal person?"
You looked up at him, eyes heavy with sleep, and gave him an innocent smile. “Did I do it again?” you mumbled, barely comprehending your surroundings.
Aventurine sighed, crouching down to gently pull you back into bed, his hand brushing over your hair with an almost tender touch. "You seem to think sleep is some sort of adventure."
"I suppose it is,” you teased, trying to adjust the blanket, which was tangled like a web around your body. “I just like to... keep things interesting."
He chuckled softly, more to himself than anything. “Well, you’ve certainly done that.”
Aventurine climbed back into bed, adjusting the blankets around you. His smile was faint but sincere as he pulled you close, despite your wild sleeping habits. “Let’s keep the games to the waking hours, yes?”
"Only if you insist," you replied, your voice dripping with playfulness.
Jiaoqiu’s life had never been easy. He’d seen enough suffering in his life to know that peace was fleeting, and yet, in the quiet of his chambers, there was one thing he always looked forward to—his time with you.
Despite his blindness, Jiaoqiu’s awareness of the world around him was incredibly sharp. He could hear the rustling of fabric as you settled into bed, the soft sigh of contentment as sleep overtook you. And yet, every single night, it was the same thing: you would somehow wriggle free of the covers, your nightgown tangled in the sheets, and end up in the farthest corner of the room, wrapped like a hotdog.
The first time it happened, Jiaoqiu had been lying awake, feeling your presence beside him. But then, as the hours passed, he felt the bed shift, heard the rustle of fabric moving with you. He held his breath, sensing the impending chaos.
By morning, he was greeted with the unmistakable sound of your movements, a tangled mess of blankets, your gown slipping from your body. He chuckled softly to himself, despite the slight frustration bubbling up. "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, though the slight amusement in his tone made it clear he wasn’t truly upset.
His fingers carefully reached out, brushing against the blanket that encased you like a cocoon. "You always end up like this, don’t you?" he asked with a knowing smile, though his voice was soft.
You stirred, blinking sleepily and letting out a small, apologetic laugh. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a wild sleeper…”
Jiaoqiu had long since memorized the sound of your voice and the little nuances of your actions. He carefully helped you untangle yourself from the blankets, his hands gentle as they guided you back into bed.
“Perhaps,” he began softly, his voice laced with a mix of affection and exhaustion, “we should find a way to keep you in the bed tonight.”
You smiled playfully, wrapping your arms around him, “Maybe, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Jiaoqiu let out a soft laugh, his fingers gently brushing your hair as he settled back into bed. "I’ll take that as a challenge."
Despite the chaos of your sleep, he couldn’t help but find comfort in the unpredictability. It was a reminder that, even in the wildest of times, he wasn’t truly alone.
Reader was quite reserved and anxious when they started dating their partner. Their partner doing most of the affection and such. So how will their partner react when reader suddenly decides to lean in for their first ever kiss, being the one to initiate it despite how hesitant they were and how clumsy the kiss was. (Veritas, Kaveh (separately), Aventurine, Itto)
One Kiss Is All It Takes
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Itto x Reader, Romance, Surprises, First Kiss, Tender Moments, Bold Gestures, Playful Dynamics, Emotional Intimacy, Vulnerability.
You and Ratio sat in his study, the room filled with the soft hum of a contraption he had been tinkering with earlier. Despite his usual confidence, you noticed how carefully he adjusted his tone when he spoke to you—slightly softer, more patient. It was as though he understood the hesitance you carried in your chest and approached it with the same precision he applied to his scholarly pursuits.
“Do you find this passage illuminating?” he asked, gesturing to the book he had been reading aloud. His eyes glanced at you, softening when you nodded shyly.
Your heart raced as you considered your plan. Ratio often took the lead in your relationship, his actions intentional and calculated. Yet here you were, nerves tangled like an unsolvable equation, deciding to take the lead yourself for the first time.
As he turned the page, you gathered your courage, leaning toward him with a tentative shift. He noticed immediately, his head tilting as if analyzing your body language.
“Something on your mind, my dear?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned in further, your lips meeting his in a clumsy yet heartfelt kiss. It was a gesture so unlike your reserved nature that Ratio froze for a moment, his sharp mind short-circuited by the uncharacteristic boldness.
When you pulled back, cheeks aflame, you whispered an apology. “I… I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
But then his expression softened into something rare—unfiltered affection. “Surprise? My dear, you’ve just made one of the most profound statements of our relationship.” He reached out to cup your face, his touch warm and steady. “A bold experiment, and a successful one at that. Shall we… test it again?”
You couldn’t help but smile as he leaned in this time, guiding you through the kiss with a blend of expertise and tenderness, as though teaching you the finer art of affection.
The sun was setting over Sumeru’s cityscape, casting golden hues over Kaveh’s workspace. You sat quietly at the corner of his desk, watching him sketch the details of an intricate building. His passion radiated through every stroke of his pencil, and his sharp eyes gleamed with excitement whenever he explained his vision to you.
“You see, the key to balance is symmetry,” he said, waving his hand at the design. “Though… perhaps a bit of asymmetry could add charm.” He turned to you, his gaze softening as he noticed the way you watched him.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently. “You’ve been quiet.”
Your throat tightened as you decided to act. Kaveh had always been the one to initiate touches—a hand on your shoulder, a soft hug, a lingering gaze. But today, you wanted to take the leap yourself, even if it terrified you.
You stood, hesitant but determined, and took a step closer. Kaveh immediately noticed your trembling hands. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me—”
Before he could finish, you leaned in, clumsily pressing your lips against his. It wasn’t perfect; you bumped into his nose, and your lips barely aligned. But it was yours—your first kiss initiated without waiting for him to bridge the gap.
Kaveh froze for a second, his eyes wide with surprise. But when you pulled back, stammering an apology, his expression melted into something warm and understanding.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his voice full of laughter and kindness. “That was…” He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Perfect. And so very you.”
He leaned in, this time taking the lead, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and reassuring. “For the record,” he murmured against your lips, “asymmetry is what makes things beautiful.”
The IPC lounge was dimly lit, its atmosphere charged with Aventurine’s charismatic laughter. He was recounting a particularly wild gamble to you, his earring glinting under the golden light. His sharp eyes never left yours, their intensity almost too much to bear.
“And then,” he concluded with a flourish, “the odds tilted in my favor. As they always do.”
You laughed nervously, your own mind racing with a gamble of your own. Aventurine thrived on risks, yet every act of affection he offered you had been carefully measured, calculated to avoid overwhelming you.
But tonight, you wanted to surprise him. You reached out hesitantly, your fingers brushing against his wrist. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
“What’s this?” he teased. “Are you about to raise the stakes?”
Without another word, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was more earnest than skilled. It was clumsy, hesitant, but undeniably sincere. When you pulled back, you were already apologizing.
“I-I didn’t mean to—”
Aventurine cut you off with a low chuckle, his smile soft yet mischievous. “Darling, you’ve just made my night.” He tilted your chin up, his gaze uncharacteristically tender. “A bold move for someone who’s usually so reserved. I’m impressed.”
He leaned in, returning the kiss with a mix of passion and patience, his usual flamboyance tempered by genuine care. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Never apologize for playing the game your way. It’s the only way to win.”
Itto’s booming laughter echoed through the Oni Festival grounds, drawing curious stares from passersby. You stood by his side, cheeks flushed as you watched him arm wrestle a challenger with exaggerated flair.
“And that’s how the One and Oni wins again!” he bellowed, lifting his arm in triumph before turning to you with a grin. “You see that? All thanks to my lucky charm—you!”
You smiled, your heart thudding in your chest. Itto had always been the affectionate one, showering you with hugs, compliments, and playful antics. But today, you wanted to surprise him with a gesture of your own.
As the crowd dispersed, you tugged at the edge of his jacket/coat, your nervous energy barely contained. He looked down, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked, his tone softer now.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned up on your toes, pressing a quick, clumsy kiss to his lips. Itto froze, his pupils blown wide in shock.
When you pulled back, stammering an explanation, he broke into the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “Wait a minute—did you just kiss me?”
You nodded, your cheeks flaming.
“Aw, that was amazing!” he declared, scooping you up into a bear hug. “My sweetheart’s full of surprises!” He leaned down, kissing you back with a mix of passion and playfulness. “But next time, I’m calling dibs on the first move!”
I physically need to read a fic with a sober reader who witnesses how goofy Kaveh and Veritas can get when they're drunk and is just shocked that they're capable of being THIS playful and unhinged. Bonus if the reader records them and teases them about it later on.
Under the Influence
Summary: When Kaveh and Ratio drink a bit too much, their usually serious and refined personas melt away, revealing a goofy, playful side that shocks their sober partner. As Kaveh balances wine glasses on his head and Ratio narrates absurdly dramatic tales, you capture the hilarity on video and tease them about their drunken antics later. What begins as a drunken display of silliness turns into a heartwarming moment where the two intellectuals let go of their usual restraint and embrace their more carefree sides.
Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Fluff, Humor, Drunken Shenanigans, Teasing, Playful Dynamics, Sober Reader, Lighthearted Banter.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Light swearing, Mild inebriation and the silliness that follows.
[Part 2]
You had always known Kaveh as the passionate architect, the one who threw himself into his work without a second thought. His sharp eyes were usually filled with intensity, whether he was sketching out blueprints or discussing the intricacies of his designs with a fervor that could be described as borderline obsessive. On the other hand, Dr. Veritas Ratio, or as he liked to be called, Dr. Ratio, was known for his unmatched intellect, his sharp wit, and his imposing presence as a scholar of the highest order. He was always calm, calculated, and logical in everything he did.
But tonight, everything had changed.
The three of you—Kaveh, Ratio, and yourself—had been winding down after a particularly long day. A few drinks were shared, mostly to calm the nerves after a heated debate between Kaveh and Ratio about the nature of beauty versus logic in architecture. You had opted for a glass of water, wanting to stay sober for the evening.
The first drink had seemed harmless enough, then the second, and soon enough, the two of them were... well, a different version of themselves.
Kaveh, normally an epitome of elegance, was now sprawled across the couch, his arms flailing about as he attempted to convey the complexity of his latest architectural vision with a drunk logic all his own. Ratio, on the other hand, had started laughing—genuinely laughing—a sound that was so foreign coming from him, you almost couldn’t believe it.
You stood nearby, observing the scene with a combination of disbelief and amusement. Kaveh was currently trying to balance a glass of wine on his head, apparently convinced that this would somehow make him look more refined.
“Look, look!” Kaveh slurred, gesturing grandly with his arms. “An architect is a true artist, right? And art is about balance! And this, my dear Ratio, is balance!” He gave a triumphant grin, the glass teetering dangerously on his head as he struck a dramatic pose.
Ratio, who had been sitting in a more reserved manner just moments ago, now seemed to have completely let go of his usual composure. He was clutching his sides, laughing harder than you had ever seen him laugh in all the time you had known him.
“I never thought I'd see the day when Kaveh, the ‘Master of Aesthetics,’ would be reduced to a—what did you call it?—a ‘drunken genius’ in his own right!” Ratio managed to say between bursts of laughter, his voice unusually high-pitched in his state.
Kaveh, however, wasn’t finished yet. With an exaggerated gesture, he began to dramatically “sing” an operatic rendition of what was undoubtedly the most nonsensical and off-key song you had ever heard. You couldn’t help but snicker as he added hand movements for extra flair.
“You should definitely get a recording of this,” Ratio said, wiping away tears from the corner of his eyes. “This is legendary, and no one would believe it if you told them.”
Your eyebrows shot up in realization. A mischievous smile crept onto your face as you reached for your phone. You had to document this moment—it was too precious to be forgotten.
As you pressed record, the two men’s antics continued, utterly unhinged. Kaveh was now rolling on the floor, pretending to be a cat in an exaggerated display of theatrical nonsense, while Ratio began narrating an imaginary tale of "the drunken architect and the scholarly fool" in a deep, overly dramatic voice that sounded like he was auditioning for an epic movie role.
“Once upon a time, there was a brilliant architect,” Ratio began, sounding almost serious, “who sought to balance the world with a glass of wine on his head. But lo and behold! His genius was thwarted by a foolish scholar who...”
“Hey!” Kaveh interrupted, still lying on the floor but with a playful pout on his face, “I’m not a fool! I’m an artist, Ratio! A true visionary!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Your phone’s camera captured every moment—the dramatic poses, the ridiculous banter, and Kaveh’s insistence that he was both an architect and a revolutionary philosopher in the same breath. Ratio’s narrative voice only made it all the more surreal.
“And as the great architect’s impossible balance failed,” Ratio continued, “he lost his grace and fell into the arms of a drunken fool who had, ironically, become a greater scholar in his drunken stupor than he ever was sober.” He paused and gave you a wink as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Should I start charging for this performance?”
“Oh, stop it, you,” Kaveh protested, his voice slurred but still full of mock indignation. “You’re just jealous because my artistic flair is more... refined than your boring lectures.”
That was it. You burst out laughing, clutching your phone in one hand as you tried to contain yourself. The two men had completely abandoned any sense of dignity, and you were witnessing a side of them you’d never expected—Kaveh, who prided himself on being a refined, somewhat dramatic figure, and Ratio, usually so stoic and controlled, both completely unhinged in a drunken stupor.
You stopped recording for a moment, both of them still lost in their own silly world.
“You both are ridiculous,” you teased, still chuckling. “I can’t believe I’m seeing this side of you.”
Kaveh shot you a grin, his earlier dignity long gone. “Oh, you better believe it. You’ve unlocked the true genius of Kaveh and Ratio!”
“Geniuses,” Ratio echoed with a wry smile, his head still spinning slightly from the wine. “I have never met two people more qualified to—”
“—make fools of ourselves?” Kaveh interrupted, finishing Ratio’s sentence with a dramatic flair.
“Exactly!” Ratio said, as if this was the revelation of the century. He staggered slightly and straightened himself up, clearly attempting to reclaim some of his usual poise. “You have to admit, we are rather amusing when not bound by the chains of intellectual superiority.”
You couldn’t hold back your laughter. You pointed your phone back at them, capturing the absurdity of the moment. “This is gold. I’m going to make sure everyone hears about ‘Drunken Genius Kaveh’ and ‘Scholar Ratio’ forever.”
At that, Kaveh made a playful, exaggerated bow from the floor. “As long as I’m remembered for my art, I have no complaints!”
Ratio, still swaying slightly, joined in, offering an over-the-top, formal bow that had you in stitches. “Indeed. May our genius be immortalized, even if it’s through the lens of... let’s say, questionable decisions.”
You laughed again, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of these two intellectuals, usually so serious, embracing the chaos of the moment. It was clear that beneath all the genius and the hard exterior, they had their own quirks, their own human sides—unfiltered, unrefined, and entirely lovable.
Before you could stop yourself, you playfully raised your phone and said, “So, are we getting this on record? Or should I keep the next few minutes a secret?”
“Oh, no,” Kaveh interjected, suddenly sitting up, “absolutely not. This is an exclusive performance!”
Ratio smirked. “Right. And we’re expecting royalties for that footage.”
You grinned, shaking your head. “We’ll see about that.”
Fluff idea: Reader chases her more-than-friends-less-than-lovers colleague Aven in his office with cute animal stickers in her hands threatening to stick them on his face// She tackles him and comically trips, making them both crash to the ground with their lips colliding as they land, like those cliche animes.. (boomm
“I just wanna be your favorite mistake”
Summary: In the high-stakes world of the IPC, you find an unexpected source of joy in playfully chasing your enigmatic colleague, Aventurine, around his office with a stash of cute animal stickers. Determined to make him wear them, you give chase – only to accidentally trip, sending both of you crashing to the ground.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Accidental Kiss, Reader works for the IPC too, Friends to Lovers vibes, Workplace Romance, Lighthearted Romance, Playful Dynamic, Slow Burn Potential, Anime Trope (lol).
A/N: I think I'm being stalked or something because I was thinking something similar to this today too 😨
In the polished, high-stakes corridors of the IPC, where risk was currency and loyalty was fleeting, your favorite pastime had recently taken an unexpected turn: chasing after Aventurine with an arsenal of cute animal stickers. It was perhaps childish and silly, especially in a world of cold calculations and ruthless ambition, but something about seeing his refined face adorned with cartoon bunnies and glittery foxes felt irresistible. So, you made it your mission.
Today, as you waited in his office doorway, Aventurine had already caught sight of the stickers in your hands. “I think not.” he murmured with a smirk, adjusting his glasses just enough to peer over them. His eyes sparkled with mirth – and a hint of a challenge.
“Oh, come on, Aven. You’ve dodged this long enough.”
With that, you lunged forward, arms outstretched. He sidestepped gracefully, turning his head just enough for a perfectly timed eye roll.
But you were not giving up that easily.
Determined, you took a quicker step, reaching for his shoulder. Aventurine slipped aside, chuckling at your determination, but you pivoted faster this time, grazing the fabric of his dark green shirt. He spun around, his breath hitching, and you couldn’t help but smile victoriously, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Gotcha!”
Or at least, that’s what you thought.
Because in the very next second, your foot caught on the edge of his office rug, sending you tumbling forward. Aventurine reached out, hands instinctively catching your shoulders as you both toppled to the ground. You landed against his chest with a thud, laughter bubbling up before you even realized how close you were. In the heat of the moment, your noses brushed, and, as though straight out of some romantic cliché, your lips collided with his.
Boom.
The world stilled, both of you frozen in place. His hand, which had been on your shoulder, seemed to linger there for a moment longer than necessary. You felt his breath, warm and quick against your lips, mingling with your own in the awkward quiet that followed.
Aventurine was the first to break the silence. “Well,” he murmured, a soft laugh ghosting over your skin. “I’ll admit, that was an unexpected… strategy.”
You leaned back, your cheeks flushing as you scrambled to sit up, but his hand moved to steady you, his fingers lingering in a way that sent your heart racing. His smile was as charming as ever, but there was something softer there, a warmth that replaced his usual air of suave nonchalance.
“Maybe I’ll consider those stickers after all,” he said, his voice dropping just a little lower. “But only if they’re…” He tilted his head, looking at you with that trademark sparkle. “Exclusively applied by you.”
You couldn't hold back a laugh, still feeling a bit dizzy from the fall – and from him, so close. “Well, only if you promise to stop dodging next time.”
He smirked, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile that was both challenging and endearing. “Perhaps I’ve grown a bit fond of this game.” He shifted slightly, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that sent a delightful shiver down your spine. “Care to make it a… regular occurrence?”
With a teasing grin, you held up the sheet of stickers again. “I’ll consider it. But next time, don’t blame me if I bring the glitter ones.”
Aventurine chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll take my chances."
And for once, it didn’t feel like either of you was bluffing.
