Hi! I saw your work on Hsr fics while hunting down for Dan Heng ones. They were very cute & sweet!
I saw that requests were open so l thought I might give it a shot.
Can I have a scenario where the reader is being affectionate toward a friend & giving them headpats as a sign of affection as a friend but it really bugs the character so they ended up being clingy as a result. Much to the reader’s flustered state. Which they express that they express that they love the reader & want to be the one to have their affection. Maybe be a little possessive if you’re comfortable writing that but mainly clingy with jealous sprinkled in there. 😋
I specifically want it with Dan Heng but I don’t mind other characters you like to place them in there. Maybe with aventurine, Caelus & Boothill? You can add more if you like depending how this prompt fit with any character in starrail.
Look forward to seeing it! If you get to it! Thank you!! ^^
“I’ll Take What’s Mine—And That’s You”
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Fluff, Jealousy, Clinginess, Mild Possessiveness, Confession, Romantic Undertones, Light Teasing, Protective Behavior, Soft Moments, Slight Embarrassment, Emotional Vulnerability, Affectionate Gestures, Headpats.
The rhythmic click of the train’s movement was almost lulling you to sleep as you sat with March. She was rambling animatedly about her latest set of photos, her hands waving in excitement. You couldn’t help it — she looked so happy that your hand drifted to her head, giving her a few light pats as you smiled.
“Good job, March,” you teased fondly. “You really nailed those shots.”
She beamed under the attention, leaning in for more.
What you didn’t notice — or rather, didn’t expect — was the faint shadow that fell across the room. Dan Heng was leaning against the doorway, book in hand, though his eyes were nowhere near the pages. His gaze lingered on your hand resting on March’s head far longer than it should have.
When March scampered off to fetch another stack of photos, Dan Heng approached silently, stopping in front of you.
“…You’re generous with your affection today,” he said evenly, though there was a subtle tightness in his voice.
You blinked. “Uh… I guess? March was just—”
Without warning, he sat down beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest frown pulling at his lips.
“If you’re going to give out headpats,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that your breath caught, “I’d prefer to be the one receiving them.”
Your face warmed instantly. “Dan Heng—?”
He didn’t wait for you to recover. One of his hands lightly caught yours, guiding it up to rest on his head. The movement was subtle but purposeful, his eyes closing as if committing the moment to memory.
“You… mean a lot to me,” he said quietly. “More than a friend should. I don’t want to share this with anyone else.”
The steady beat of your heart drowned out the train’s rhythm. You couldn’t tell if you were more flustered by his closeness or the blunt confession — maybe both.
When you hesitated, he opened his eyes, expression still calm but tinged with something vulnerable. “…Please. Just me.”
You laughed as you reached up to ruffle Himeko’s hair. “There. Now you’re even more perfect.”
Himeko chuckled, raising a brow at you. “Careful, Caelus might get jealous.”
“Jea—?” you started, but before you could finish, the man in question stepped into the lounge with a strangely serious look.
His usual calm presence felt… different. He crossed the space in a few strides, stopping right beside you, his silver hair catching the warm light. Without a word, he bent slightly so his head was within reach, his eyes meeting yours.
“…I didn’t get one,” he said softly.
“One what?” you asked, heat already creeping up your neck.
“A headpat.” The simplicity of the answer nearly knocked the breath out of you. “If you’re giving them out, I want mine first. Always.”
Before you could reply, his gloved hand found yours, gently but firmly tugging it toward him. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the leather as he pressed your palm to his head, closing his eyes like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You laughed nervously. “You’re really—”
“—Serious,” he finished, opening his eyes. The sincerity there was almost overwhelming. “I love you. I don’t want to just watch from the side while you give your affection to everyone else. Let me have it. All of it.”
The firmness in his tone was softened by the faint blush dusting his cheeks. You didn’t think Caelus could be clingy until now, but the way he stayed close — refusing to let go of your hand — told you he wasn’t about to back down.
It started innocently. You and Topaz were talking in the corner, and she’d made a joke so perfectly ridiculous that you reached out and patted her head with a grin. “You’re unbelievable.”
She laughed, clearly pleased, but the sharp click of shoes approaching cut through your amusement.
“Well, well,” Aventurine drawled, stepping into view with that ever-present smile. “Handouts today, are we?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Handouts?”
“Affection,” he said smoothly, his eyes glinting. “And here I thought I was your favorite investment.”
Before you could fire back, he was already at your side, an arm sliding around your shoulders like it belonged there. The faint scent of his cologne was dizzying, and the closeness made your pulse stutter.
“If you’re giving out headpats,” he continued, tilting his head so the light caught in his glasses, “I’d like my returns immediately. With interest.”
You laughed, flustered. “Aventurine, it’s not—”
“—It is,” he interrupted, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Because I love you, sweetheart. And I’m not in the mood to share. Not with her, not with anyone.”
His words were teasing on the surface, but the steel in his gaze made your breath hitch. He caught your wrist and guided your hand to his hair with almost theatrical flourish, leaning in just enough that his hat nearly brushed your forehead.
“There,” he murmured. “Now, we’re even… though I’ll be expecting regular deposits.”
His smile widened when you tried to look away, clearly enjoying every second of your fluster.
jingyuan, dan heng, aven, and jiaoqiu where they have like a bunch of different albums if their wife with different expressions. Like theyrs one album named flustered reader, sleepy reader, cute reader, etc, and i imagine that like one day they forgot their phone so they return home to get it only to find a veyr foustered reader whos going through all the albums and she slike wth is this??
Every Shade of You
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic Bliss, Romantic Comedy, Slight Crack, Soft Moments, Light Teasing, Photography Shenanigans, Slight Embarrassment, Love-Struck Partner, Affection Overload.
Warnings: Mild suggestive themes (nothing explicit), Secondhand embarrassment (for the reader), Slight possessiveness (but in a loving way), Soft emotional moments.
Jing Yuan had barely left the house when he realized he had forgotten his phone. With a small sigh, he turned on his heel and headed back, his pace unhurried. The Luofu was peaceful today—no urgent matters required his immediate attention, and so, he allowed himself this rare moment of leisure.
What he did not expect, however, was to return to the sight of you sitting cross-legged on the bed, his phone in your hands, your face burning crimson.
"Ah," Jing Yuan drawled, leaning against the doorway. "I see you've found my little collection."
You snapped your head up, looking utterly scandalized. "Little collection?!" You gestured wildly at the screen, still open to an album titled Flustered (Beloved). "Jing Yuan, what is this?! Why do you have, like, fifty pictures of me looking—" You hesitated, glancing at the next album. "Sleepy [Name]?! Pouty [Name]?! [Name] Eating Cute Things?! What is this madness?!"
Jing Yuan chuckled, his golden eyes brimming with amusement. He stepped forward, plucking his phone from your hands before casually scrolling through the albums. "Ah, memories," he mused. "You look quite adorable here, you know? This one was from the time you got startled by that tiny bird outside the tea house." He turned the screen toward you, displaying an image of you, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with shock.
Your embarrassment doubled. "Why do you have entire folders dedicated to my expressions?!"
Jing Yuan hummed thoughtfully before sitting beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Because, my dear, every single one of them is precious to me," he said smoothly, brushing his lips against your temple. "Your every mood, your every glance—I like keeping them close."
You buried your face in your hands. "You're unbelievable."
"And you're unbelievably adorable," he countered, smirking as he placed his phone back into his pocket. "Now, since you've already seen them… Shall I take another picture for my Embarrassed [Name] album?"
You let out a groan. "Jing Yuan!"
Dan Heng wasn’t one to be forgetful, but today, he’d left his phone behind. He barely stepped back into your shared quarters on the Astral Express before hearing a gasp.
His eyes narrowed as he followed the sound, only to find you sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone gripped in your trembling hands. Your expression was a mix of horror and overwhelming embarrassment.
Dan Heng froze. His phone was unlocked. You had seen—
Oh.
You looked up at him with wide, mortified eyes. "Dan Heng… what is this?" Your voice was barely above a whisper.
He swallowed, keeping his composure. "...My personal records."
"Personal records?!" you repeated, incredulous. "Why do you have entire albums labeled things like Grumpy [Name], Sleepy [Name], Soft Smiles [Name]—oh my god, Dan Heng, there’s a whole album just called [Name] Holding Books Lovingly—"
Dan Heng crossed the room in two strides, gently taking his phone from your hands before you could read any further. His ears were faintly pink, but his voice remained calm. "I… like keeping track of things that matter to me," he admitted. "You matter to me."
Your heart skipped a beat. "But this is—!" You covered your face, trying to process the fact that Dan Heng, reserved and composed Dan Heng, had been secretly hoarding photos of you in various moods. "How long have you been doing this?"
Dan Heng averted his gaze for a moment. "...Since we met."
"Dan Heng!" Your voice cracked with disbelief.
He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before murmuring, "I just… wanted to remember every version of you." His fingers brushed your wrist. "If it bothers you, I’ll delete them."
You groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "No… it’s… kind of sweet. But I can never look at you the same way again!"
Dan Heng smirked ever so slightly. "Should I take a picture for the Overwhelmed [Name] album?"
"Dan Heng!!"
Aventurine had been out for less than ten minutes before realizing he'd forgotten his phone. With a smirk, he turned back, ready to retrieve it—only to hear an amused but very flustered sound from inside your shared suite.
Curious, he pushed the door open and was greeted with a sight he would never forget.
You, sitting on the couch, his phone in your hands, face beet red.
His smirk widened. "Well, well, well," he drawled, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "What do we have here?"
You jerked your head up, looking equal parts mortified and accusing. "Aventurine." You pointed at the screen. "Explain."
He tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Explain what, my dear?"
"The albums!" You gestured wildly. "Why is there a Flustered [Name] album?! And a [Name] Smiling Just for Me album?! And—oh my god—[Name] in My Jacket?! When did you even take these?!"
Aventurine chuckled, leaning over the couch to glance at the images. "Ah, now this is priceless." He tapped a picture of you, fast asleep, wrapped in his oversized coat. "I remember this one. You looked so cozy. And this one—ah, my personal favorite—[Name] Blushing at My Compliments."
You let out an embarrassed groan. "You named them?"
"Of course," he said, sitting beside you and slipping an arm around your shoulders. "It’s a collection of my most treasured winnings."
You hid your face in his chest. "You're insufferable."
"And you," he said smoothly, tilting your chin up, "are the most exquisite subject I’ve ever had the pleasure of capturing."
"...Shameless."
"Only for you, sweetheart."
Jiaoqiu rarely left his belongings behind, but today was an exception. He returned home earlier than expected, stepping inside quietly—only to see you hunched over his phone, completely still.
His keen eyes caught the screen's reflection. The moment realization dawned, his tail flicked in amusement.
"...Ah." His voice was smooth, warm with quiet amusement. "I see you've found my private collection."
You yelped, spinning around. "Jiaoqiu!" Your face was burning. "Explain this!" You held up the screen, displaying albums titled Pouting [Name], Sleepy [Name], Embarrassed [Name], and—dear heavens—[Name]’s Hidden Smiles.
Jiaoqiu chuckled, stepping forward and gently plucking the phone from your grasp. "Would you believe me if I said it was for medical research?"
You shot him a glare. "Jiaoqiu."
His fox ears twitched in amusement. "Fine, fine. I just… like capturing your different moods," he admitted. "Every expression, every glance—you have no idea how precious they are to me."
You covered your face. "I can never live this down."
He hummed. "In that case… Shall I take another for the [Name] Utterly Mortified album?"
omg wait u know how aventurine is part of the strategic investment department so like supposedly he's good at maths? ahhhh imagine a high school au where reader is struggling with maths and aven helps them out bc he's already a tutor so why would he not help his partner...but only for a fee 🙂↕️ (aka unlimited hugs and kisses for the day). they can just be in the library trying to be quiet as he helps but obviously reader is TIRED of this and wants to leave. aven playfully warns them there will be no affection until they understand the concept (ofc it's a lie but anywayyy 😜). so reader just has to suck it up and then when they finally understand it they lowkey cry in joy, forgetting that they're in the library...disappointing looks from the librarians are embarrassing and reader wants to get out ASAP aventurine chuckles yada yada happy end YAY!
idk if maths is a strong suit for you though so sorry if it isn't 😭 i'm willing to wait for a long time though...heh...((cries over circular motion
Kisses and Calculations
Summary: Struggling with math, you reluctantly accept Aventurine’s tutoring in the library. However, he demands an unusual payment—unlimited hugs and kisses for the day. As you suffer through equations, Aventurine playfully holds affection hostage until you finally understand the concept. Overjoyed, you accidentally yell in the quiet library, earning disapproving stares while Aventurine laughs at your embarrassment. Despite the ordeal, you might not mind his tutoring so much after all.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, High School AU, Fluff, Light Humor, Tutor!Aventurine, Playful Banter, Established Relationship, Slight Embarrassment, Happy Ending.
A/N: Yeah... Math isn’t, and probably never will be, my strong suit. Funny, considering it was in my major.
The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages and the muffled scratching of pens against paper. You, however, were ready to commit a crime.
“Why is this so difficult?” you groaned under your breath, glaring at the mess of numbers on your worksheet. Math was your mortal enemy, and right now, it was winning.
Across from you, Aventurine smirked, resting his chin on his palm. “Because you’re not focusing, darling. And because math doesn’t respond well to death glares.”
You pouted, dropping your pencil in defeat. “I hate this. I don’t get it.”
He leaned forward, tapping your forehead lightly with the eraser of his own pencil. “And you won’t get it if you keep giving up so easily. Now, what did I say about exponents?”
You huffed but begrudgingly repeated his explanation from earlier. “That you have to multiply the base by itself however many times the exponent says.”
“There you go,” he said, giving you a teasing smile. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Can I go home now?”
Aventurine clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. “Tsk, tsk, not so fast. I believe we had an agreement.”
You groaned. “Aven—”
“No hugs, no kisses, until you actually solve this problem correctly,” he interrupted smoothly, pointing at the next question with a smirk that was entirely too smug for your liking.
You squinted at him suspiciously. “You’re lying.”
He gasped, a hand over his chest in mock offense. “How could you say that about your ever-so-generous and kind tutor?”
You gave him a deadpan look. “Because I know you.”
Aventurine chuckled but didn’t deny it. Instead, he gestured to the worksheet. “Come on, sweetheart. Solve it, and then we’ll see about your reward.”
With a dramatic sigh, you picked up your pencil (or pen) and started working through the equation again, muttering numbers under your breath. Aventurine watched with an amused gleam in his eyes, occasionally correcting your approach with an arched brow or a gentle nudge in the right direction.
And then—it clicked.
Your eyes widened. “Wait.” You scribbled the final answer, double-checking the steps. “Wait.”
Aventurine leaned closer, peeking at your work. “Hmm, let’s see…” He tapped the answer with his pencil, lips curling in approval. “Correct.”
The rush of victory was too much. “OH MY GOD, I DID IT—”
The sharp shushing from the nearby librarian cut through your triumph, and you froze.
Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned your head, meeting the unimpressed stares of multiple library patrons. Aventurine, unhelpfully, was laughing under his breath, his shoulders shaking with silent amusement.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, sinking into your chair. “We need to leave. Right now.”
Aventurine wiped away a fake tear. “Ah, what a moment. The sheer joy of academic enlightenment.”
You glared at him, grabbing your stuff as fast as humanly possible. “Never again.”
“But you learned something,” he pointed out smugly, following you toward the exit.
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not the point.”
Aventurine, ever the opportunist, slipped an arm around your waist as soon as you were safely out of sight of the librarian. “Now, about my payment…”
You sighed, pretending to consider. Then, with a smirk of your own, you reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Fine. But next time, you’re not holding me hostage for math.”
Aventurine chuckled, pulling you closer. “Oh, sweetheart, I make no promises.”
Despite yourself, you laughed. Maybe math tutoring wasn’t so bad after all.
