synopsis: Yan isn't going to let a cell get in his way
tw: kissing, mentions of getting shot, rated T
wc: 1.2k
“Do you want me to get you out of here?” Yan offers. It’s tempting but it’s not what Lane needs. She shakes her head, pulling her sleeves over her fingers.
“I’ll be released soon.” The answer doesn’t sit well with Yan. He stands and begins to fiddle with the lock. She raises an eyebrow at his actions.
“What are you doing?” She asks. He doesn’t respond, just yanks at the lock, and somehow, it snaps open. He smiles as he opens the door.
“Donovan uses shitty locks.” Yan steps into the cell, sitting next to her. His warmth radiates from him and she presses herself closer.
“They might think you tried to break me out.” She lets her head rest on his shoulder. It had been a stressful few days hiding out with Cain and Abel. It was nice to see Yan again.
“Who cares what they think? I’m just glad you’re alright.” She can’t help but look at him quizzically. It felt odd to hear him say these things. Sometimes she wondered if she even knew Yan at all, if they had gotten close simply because of their shared loneliness.
“You are alright, right?” He seems to take her silence as a sign she’s been hurt, looking over her more thoroughly.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Just….exhausted.” He frowns slightly, in that cute way that always makes her wish she could take a picture of him.
“You do sleep pretty restlessly. Do you want to try and sleep now? I’ll keep watch.” Oddly, she doesn’t want to sleep. Talking to Yan was more energizing than rest.
“No, I’d rather just stay up and talk for a bit.” She intertwines their fingers, his bandages rough against her. He stares at their hands for a moment too long.
“I never thought it would bother me, not being able to feel my hands. I used to be relieved, cause I couldn’t feel any pain. It didn’t occur to me that I would miss…other sensations.” His hazel eyes are darkened as he looks at her.
“Will you tell me about it?” She didn’t like to pry too much into Yan’s past. It was clearly a painful time for him, from what she had pieced together. He’s quiet for a moment.
“I went to military school after boarding school. That’s where I met Pavel. Dmitry was put in charge of us, since he was more experienced.” His hand tightens at the mention of his old friend.
“Some things never change.” She notes and he smiles ever so slightly.
“Yeah. One day, Pavel and I got sent out on a mission. There-there were so many infected. We both got hurt pretty bad. He was…covered in veins. I barely got him back to the base. Dmitry found us.” His face flashes with anger at the memory. She rubs his arm and he takes a breath.
“He couldn’t let us in. Said something about a damn security risk or something. I could barely think. All I remember is watching him put a bullet in my only friends’ head. Then he pointed it at me.” She leans up to press a soft kiss to the edge of his scar. The anger in his eyes simmers down.
“He gave it to you?” She confirms, and he nods. Lane pushes her anger at the General aside. When they’re safe, she’ll deal with him.
“I assume he wanted me dead too. But he missed. I woke up alone, in the snow, with half my face blown off. I had to run before they came for me and found out I was alive. That’s why I can’t feel much. Fingers damn near froze off a couple times.” He traces shapes onto her hand, not wanting to meet her eyes.
She pulls her hand away, wrapping her arms around him to hug him tightly. He stiffens for a moment before returning it, hugging her just as tight. Yan tugs her down to lay next to him without breaking the hug. It’s messy and their limbs tangle but it couldn’t be more comfortable.
“I’m glad you’re alright. And that you’re here. I think I would go crazy without you.” She mumbles into his soft black hair. It’s a vulnerable thought, one she’s never shared with him before. But it was true. He shifts to tilt his head up and look at her eyes. She can’t quite believe how pretty he is sometimes. The flecks of green in his eyes and the softness of his lips always called to her. Even when she barely knew him.
“I think you would find company.” His voice carries a hint of teasing and she furrows her brows.
“What do you mean?” She lets her fingers card through his hair as he laughs and shakes his head.
“So many people around here can barely tear their eyes from you. But I suppose you’d have to tear your nose out of that book to notice.” His grip tightens just a bit, still smiling. She can only roll her eyes in response.
“I noticed you, didn’t I?” He tilts his head back to laugh.
“I suppose that’s right.” Yan lays back down, his face mere inches from hers.
The exhaustion starts to ache in Lane’s bones but she can’t bring herself to close her eyes. His hand rests on her hip and all she wants is to be closer to him. As if he can read her mind, his grip tightens and he pulls her closer.
“You look tired.” He whispers, warm, minty breath fanning over her face. She shakes her head and presses a kiss to his lips.
“I don’t want to sleep. Not yet.” His fingers run along her spine, making her shudder. He kisses her jaw lightly.
“I was really worried for you. Nearly gave me a heart attack when you jumped into those abominations. Then you were gone for days. I-I was worried that you…” He swallows the words, looking at her tensely beneath his lashes. She shakes her head, running her hands over him. She isn’t sure how much of it he can feel, but he seems quite soothed.
“I had some…things to get in order. If you can fill the squad in, maybe we can find a way to Rotkov and…” She sighs as the plan jumbles in her head. She starts to speak, trying to untangle the plan, but he stops her with a kiss.
“It’ll work out. Don’t worry just yet. For now…just focus on this.” He presses soft kisses along her jaw and the column of her throat. Lane sighs, letting her eyes shut and pushing every thought out of her head except for Yan.
After appearing at the fork, the General instructs her to go right and upstairs to find Anna. Lane nods, hesitating for a moment before turning to him.
“General?” He turns around, looking at her quizzically.
“What?” He doesn’t have time to react before her open palm connects with his cheek, a loud slap reverberating through the empty hall. He touches his fingers to the stinging skin. It's the same side as Yan's scar, a fact that makes her smirk. Dmitry’s eyes are wide with bewilderment as her eyes narrow at him slightly.
“See you in an hour.” Is all she says, turning and heading out to find Anna.
Title: Post bath house extended scene (Yan x Lane)
Pairing: Yan x Lane (YanLane)
Ratings: T
Warning(s): depressive topic but it is scattered throughout the fic and in small doses.
Tags: Canon divergence, angst then fluff, kissing, portrayal of depression on canon character, spoilers in HS3 ep7, slight sexual theme (rlly a touch of suggestion its barely there)
Book: Heaven's Secret 3
WC: 3001
AN: So I wasn't really satisfied how the scene with Yan in the bath house is so short when he gave her new pair of boots. For an LI like Yan I think they air out what they had missed between them and reunited properly.
Tag-list: @rc-catalog
After putting on some fresh clothes she meets Yan outside the locker room.
Her eyes caught a pair of heeled boots clipped between his bandaged fingers.
"I wanted to bring you new shoes." He held up the pair of pristine looking leather footwear. "I saw you were barely able to move your feet. They gave you torn boots two sizes too big."
Irritation shows through the slight frown Yan's face made.
Lane's touched that he still thinks of her but cannot help but a bit annoyed that she's just now knowing this secret care that Yan was giving her all along. She wants all of it to be known to her.
She cast her eyes somewhere, playing it off. "Everyone's short on good clothes now. It would have been silly to complain."
She actually complained about it in her head. In the past she had collected a good amount of clothes.
Yan heaved a sigh. She feels it gradually added to his annoyance about the situation she was in. "There are enough clothes. It's just someone not very bright wanting to spite you."
She hums, filling out her own silence. "The soldiers found someone to dump all the blame for the apocalypse on. Ignore them." Yan added.
Lane casted her gaze even lower. Hearing it was not pleasant. Something akin to despair creeps up inside her, clawing her with its cold hands.
It wasn't about the shoes or anything. But being the tool for gods for this in a dying world, then after that, instead of being treated with basic respect and seen as a person. They resort to treating her like an object for them to blame everything on. This just admonishes her and makes her confront the brutal truth. That people are indeed will be cruel on her. It's making her bitter day by day and hopelessness dulls her these days.
"Let me change it for you." Before she can say anything Yan's already on one knee bent over. Suddenly her thoughts were cut off when her vision caught Yan's figure knelt before her, his back curved forward.
He put his hand on her ankle, waiting for her to release the weight on them. When she does, he lifts it to put on his thigh.
"You don't have to raise my foot THAT high to undo it. You'll just get your pants dirty" She complained, but Lane was tugging on the loose fabric of her jeans which prevented it from getting in the way of Yan's hands before. It's like holding up her dress honestly. The act made her aware how close he is to her and this act is as intimate as before in the bath.
"If it means I can give the princess a comfort before escaping the castle...", he then looks up with smugness on his face, "I'll gladly ruin my pair of pants so she can roam in comfort. I can also give up my legs for her to use them as stilts if she ever wants to look down on people." Something tells her he actually means it.
She quirks her brow from that last bit in which Yan plays it off with a chuckle. He's always like this. He likes to mix things with jokes and honestly it rubs off on her. His playfulness made her feel like she's allowed to be a "normal" person.
She knows Yan also struggles with it. It feels validating to find someone like you. But Yan was such a ball of sunshine compared to her.
His hands work its way undoing the laces of her boot and slipping it off.
Such a familiar feeling starts to rekindle inside her. His boyish charm never fails to stagger her. It made her feel like a university student again. She saw her schoolmates and their boyfriends doing PDA with them. Yan acts like those guys right now, displaying his affection by doing her this service.
Feeling her lost balance she instinctively had a hand on his shoulder for support.
Yan grasps what is happening and he stiffens himself so she could stabilize.
"You okay?" He looked up at her and halted on what he was doing. His hands lingers securely around her foot. It feels pleasant and gentle, it melts her heart.
She let out a hum. Her eyes unfocused on him at first then she finds his eyes. Pools of darkness seem to consume her, introducing her into familiar warmth.
The situation made it look like her old fairytale books.
His hand.
His hand around her ankle, the warmth of his body radiates through the bandage and her socks. It seeps into her. Feeling her slowly with something grounding. It all starts to come back to her, and it's filling every inch of her in every direction.
Her eyes are glassy and realizing it she blinks away. "I'm okay. I just feel weak all of a sudden."
Yan's eyes studied her and didn't say anything. There's a hint of sadness and somehow guilt. Or she just imagined that?
"I should have seated you on the counter inside the locker room." He puts on the appropriately sized foot on her. His motion is slow and deliberate, as if preventing the time of the world to go faster.
Lane didn't point it out. She herself does not want to get out of this too. She wants to linger and preserve this time between them.
After securing the boot, Yan slides down his hand from her ankle to the heel slowly. His eyes focused and seeped out a tinge of sadness. He then lifted her other foot and did the same.
Shifting her balance she can't help but wobble, though she catches herself. Steadying her posture.
Yan's eyes are clouded by something and it's eating him real time in front of her. She needs to know. Unravel him and figure him out.
"Yan." She reaches out to his head, landing on the softness of his hair that she likes to cards with her fingers. His head shots up, "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting." He replies with a hoarse voice, almost breaking. His eyes twinkle, reflecting the fluorescent light.
Her heart skips a beat, almost forgetting he's referring to their current situation.
She sighs. Her hand slides down to his face. Feeling the staples and cupping his face. "If you start this conversation, you should have an idea what I want to know right? I want to know details about you." Her chest tightens as if her airway is being twisted. She trembles.
Yan looks at her with guilt, his lips trembling. The pretense finally dropped and he's going to take his chance.
After securing the boot he sets her foot carefully. As if this alone will cause her those hellish headaches if he isn’t careful enough.
His frame towers her but even so he feels so small. His feelings are eating him up, and his existence is about to fizzle out.
"I'm sorry, Lane, I really am. I didn't know how much you were hurting. I have overlooked a lot that is related to you. Now I want to make up for those things. I know this is not going to take back all those times. I should have done more." His eyes flicks down in shame and breathes out.
Lane looks at him without any judgement or resentment. Her heart is hurting but rather because she finally hears the words that she exactly wants from Yan.
"I wonder if I did something wrong actually. I know I'm not the most social person or the nicest at all." She bites her lip before continuing, "I was wondering if I hurt you when the starfall happened and you realized that, so then, you hate me somehow." She blinks, her eyes starting to sting.
She swallows as if it will help the floodgates inside her. The pain, the longing and doubts that has been hammering on her all these time.
She hesitates before continuing. "I wonder if you don't like me at all then you come into the clinic and it just clicks in for me. I never bothered asking because I doubt you will answer. So I guess it's how it is between us." Her own arms crossed in front of her. Hugging herself for support.
Yan's hand lifts a little, anticipating and waiting whether he should or should not. Then he looks at the broken look on Lane's face and it just gnaws him even more.
Bandaged fingers contacts with hers. Squeezing the sides of her arm. Putting pressure on the wounds bleeding in front of him. Yan was unsure of what to do. But this is Lane, the Lane he thought of who's untouchable first impression. She’s a person who happens to be different not by her choice, but even so it wouldn’t hurt if people just show her basic decency. Thinking how unfair everything for her right now upsets him.
He pulls her close and she melts to him as if it's a natural thing to happen. The girl poured the unshed tears onto his clothes. It was silent and measured. She's falling apart and this is an attempt to hold her dignity up.
She looks so small but Yan is eager. He's willing to stick to her side. Seeing the girl who's got her emotions under control like this was terrifying. This is the person who's most important to him. His fuck ups will not be resolved by single sorry, he's willing to explain it all. Whatever she asks of him.
Lane doesn’t blame him at all, she just wants the words to come out of his mouth.
"I'm really sorry Lane." He says to her hair. And her arms finally wrap around his torso, tightly. Her hand digs on his back. Anchoring herself.
"I never hated you." She pulls away to look him in the eyes for confirmation in which Yan meets resolutely. "During those times I can't meet you, it is because I'm scared."
She tilts her head a bit to the side.
"Why?"
Her face gets dried up by his fingers gently. "The plate in your head. Donovan told us it's dangerous for you to be exposed to the sins of humanity. At that time things were unclear. Looking at you through your healing process, it almost looks like you were actually about to die and leave us all. I was scared that If I come close I'll make you sick and ultimately kill you." His hands tenderly caresses her. "I'm scared." He chokes out.
She closes her eyes and buries herself to him once more.
They stayed like that much longer. Yan doesn't want to let go too. His arms around her were so tight, as if someone would snatch Lane away inside the bath house. Lane is absorbing the heat of his body that she hasn't felt for so long. The heat gently burns away the aching loneliness that gripped her bones when Yan wasn’t with her all these times.
Her mind flashes the memories when she got out of the rift. It's cold and vast white of snow. When Shepha's gift left her, soon grief came over. Most of all she feels lonely and abandoned.
Her purpose.
It's a slap to her face that she's a mere tool that will end up alone because no one needs her anymore. She wondered before if this also turns Yan away from her. She knows it's not, but the doubt that is planted by loneliness sneaks itself to her.
When they leave the bath house, they can't tell if it's late or not. One thing is for sure. Rotkov's cold is consistent and merciless. She tucks herself more in her leather coat then adjusting her scarf up to her face.
There are fewer people on their way back to the estate but many candles are still lit inside the buildings they passed.
Hand in hand they took their time walking on snow that piled up. The feelings are still raw between them and they want it to stay like that for sometime.
Yan’s hand gripped hers slightly then released it. "Are you not tired yet?" She shakes her head.
"I'm okay. I'm not made of twigs you know." She squints her brow at him and she earns a huff from him.
"I'm just doing my duty as your knight you know." And he gets back to character to humor her more. He tries.
"If the knight was indeed concerned he'll lay himself on the snow so I can use him as a sled. You have a tall body, you fit the requirements." She sizes him up with her eyes dashed with mirth and sarcasm.
"You wound me." He puts his hand dramatically to his chest. It's so out of his norm to do this. Yan is a humorous person but this is the first time she sees him in his theatrics again.
"Pfft." She hides her face and looks away.
"Oh something funny?" There's a lilt in his voice.
"N-No." A broken reply came out of her lips. Poor attempt of pleading not guilty.
He hums dangerously as if he's about to pounce. But he walked slowly, taking huge strides. After the second step he's in front of her.
"Something's definitely funny. Let me hear it more." A feather-light touches at her side sends her veering away. She tries to find the hand that does it but the other hand of Yan catches hers. His tickling hand found a new exposed skin near her neck. An uncontrollable laughter escapes her. He found an opening between her scarf. Her tidy hair starts ruffling into mess due to Yan’s attacks to her neck.
That made her squirm, but her attempts are useless as Yan has more advantage against her. He switches his angle and goes to the other side and she shrieks from it.
That seems to be the prize since Yan stopped tickling her and freed her seized hand.
Still feeling the aftermath, her cheeks are warmed up.
"Are you happy now? You messed up my hair too." He stares at her smugly instead of apologizing. "You did that yourself. You were restless."
She shoots him a look and he evades meeting her eyes playfully. "You idiot." She smacks him lightly. Yan laughed and welcomed her attack.
Yan puts an arm around her and she feels his warmth giving her enough to keep feeling cold. Her head rests on his shoulder. While her small arm hooked under his draped arm. They start to walk again towards the estate.
They were going slowly already but Yan doesn't want her to freeze. He still keeps in mind that her body is still recovering. He noted that she keeps swaying as she walks despite her effort to steady herself. This is why he prevented doing too much to her earlier.
She won't be falling over, not on his watch.
In front of the gate of the estate, he faces her. Rubbing her face between his hands to look at her once more before he leaves. His hands are trying to remember the recesses of her face, the shape of her nose and lips, and even the texture of her skin.
Feeling that their time together is coming to an end, Lane covers his hand with hers. Pleading silently for him to stay.
"Tomorrow, I promise. I'll go to you before Donovan starts ordering me around again." She chuckles. Now Yan knows how unbearable it is to work with the professor.
"Are you sure?" She looks at him. Yan sadly nods his head slowly. He too does not want to part from her. "Duty calls."
"Okay. But Yan. I have something to say. Lean down please. I think my body is hitting the limit." Yan puts a hand behind her for support.
“Lean down, please.”
She repeats, "Lean down."
He complies.
Arms suddenly thrown over his shoulder, she uses her weight to crash their lips together. Seering lips meet him. He recovers from his shock quickly and quickly reciprocates.
His hand roams to her back and the other joins too. Lane's hands have their way of exploring his broad shoulder before climbing to his head to thread her fingers in his black hair and then her hands roam there. Remembering his features to make up the lost time.
It sends tiny currents down Yan's spine. Which gave Lane a pleasant sound coming from him. Feeling confident she continues leading the kiss only parting from him to get an air. Her lips met him once more, this time the kiss started to get messier. She nips his lower lip lightly and Yan parts them for her. Their tongues create wet noises. Letting himself be carried away by his desire He pulls her closer to him and at this point they are sure that they are making noises from their hums and silent moans against each other. They do not care right now if anyone or even Noah sees them again. Right now they just want to be welded into each other’s arms and kisses.
Yan's work as priority was completely thrown away from his lists. He'll hear an earful from either Donovan or the General. He does not care anymore. All he sees is Lane and all he has in his head is her.
Yan bends lower, attempting to put his hand under Lane's legs to pick her up and as if reading his mind Lane separates himself from him.
Head still fogged up by the kiss. "Something wrong?"
Lane looks at him slyly. "Aren't you late for work?"
It knocks him back to his senses and realizing what she just did.
He breathes in and before he can protest. Lane already retreats back inside the estate, giggling to herself and celebrating her win.
Yan stumbles back trying to get a grip of himself. Getting fooled by Lane in this situation was unexpected. He wonders where she got that.
please his reaction here is so cute 😭 the way he's so used to lane's weirdass antics he's just like oh well ok, just another casual work day for us, we can leave anytime though btw
tagging: @rc-catalog and my love @cainlane who inspired me to write this
synopsis: the talk is never fun
tw: explicit sexual content, rated E
wc: 2.2k
Lane has bigger problems. Like, much bigger problems. The world is basically ending. But the second she shuts the Book for the night, her mind circles back to the same thing.
Is Yan her boyfriend?
It’s absurd, really. The idea of “dating” feels like a relic from another world. There are no candlelit dinners, no lazy mornings at cafés. Most of the buildings in Rotkov are barely standing, and the best you can do for a date is sharing rationed food in silence. And yet, she doesn’t want to be around anyone else. No one else makes her laugh in the middle of devastation. No one else makes her feel that elusive thing. Safe.
She sleeps next to him every night. Feels the warmth of his body press into hers when the wind howls too loudly through the boarded windows. They’ve kissed. Touched. Crossed every line friends don’t dare to cross. But still, she isn’t sure what it means to him. Maybe the closeness is just another survival instinct. Maybe it’s just a way to forget, for a while, how much they’ve all lost.
The knock on her bedroom door pulls her from her thoughts, sitting up from the bed and rubbing her eyes.
“Come in.” She calls out, setting her notebook onto the nightstand. The door creaks open and Yan steps inside, shutting it carefully behind him. His presence, as always, settles something in her chest. He slides the deadbolt into place like it's muscle memory now.
“Hi.” He says simply, offering her a soft smile before leaning down to kiss her forehead. The gesture is small, but it slows her heart in a way nothing else can. She scoots to the side without a word, making room for him on the bed.
He tugs his shirt off, roll of bandages in hand as he begins to unravel the gauze wrapped around his torso. Like always, Lane moves closer and covers his hand with hers.
“Let me help?” She asks. He hesitates, as always. There’s a flicker in his eyes like he’s bracing himself for rejection, but he nods and hands her the roll. She works in silence, wrapping the gauze around the worst parts with careful precision. Her fingers skim over scars she knows he won’t talk about.
“They’re not too tight?” She asks as she finishes tying off the end. He shakes his head in response.
“It’s good, thank you.” He leans in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, then reaches down for a shirt. He pauses, as if considering whether to put it on at all, picking it up halfway before deciding against it and dropping it again. Instead, he lowers himself onto the bed, taking his usual side like it’s never been a question.
“You look stressed out. Is everything alright?” His bandaged fingers intertwine with hers, squeezing her hand gently.
“Yeah. It’s just the Book.” She lays down next to him, turning to admire his perfect features. A strand of soft black hair lays underneath his staples and she gently fixes it. He watches her with that unreadable expression, something soft but sharp behind his gaze.
“What?” She asks, feeling almost self conscious.
“Nothing. You look pretty tonight. Feels like I barely saw you during the day.” He shifts closer, so close their noses almost touch.
“Dmitry likes to keep us apart. You always patrol so far away.” She sighs quietly and he smiles conspiratorially.
“If you’d prefer, I’ll start sneaking away to come see you. It would be much more entertaining.” He presses a kiss to her lips, deeper than the usual sweet kisses. She kisses him back without hesitation, fingers threading into his hair. His hand comes up to cup her face, thumb brushing along her cheekbone. He moves slowly, climbing over her until he’s half on top of her, the weight of his body welcome.
She spreads her legs a little to let him settle closer, her breath catching at the familiar heat of him pressing into her, teasingly. His tongue brushes hers, and her hands slide down his back, careful of the bandages. There’s urgency beneath it all, but it’s tempered by how gentle he is, how completely present. Grinding against her teasingly, his bandaged fingers slide under her shirt and begin to pull the fabric up. She sits up to help him toss it aside.
He touches her like he’s memorizing her. Like every sigh, every flutter of her breath is something he wants to hold onto, especially now, when everything around them is so uncertain.
Shutting her eyes, she focuses on the sensation of his hot mouth closing around her hardened peak. His tongue swirls around it teasingly. When he nips her, her eyes snap open to look at him. He only smiles, mockingly innocent, a hint of mirth in his eyes. He fumbles with the tie of her pants for only a second, managing to undo it and sitting back to pull the plush fabric off her legs. Yan leans over her to kiss her messily. She happily reciprocates, sinking her hands into his hair and pulling him closer.
His hand slides into her panties with remarkable dexterity. She has no idea how he finds her wetness so easily, using it to circle her clit in a way that makes her gasp.
Lane sighs against his mouth as his fingers move deliberately, rhythmically. The kiss deepens, messier now, and full of the tension that never quite leaves either of them, like they’re always teetering on the edge of something too big to name.
Her body arches into him, hands fisting the back of his hair as his touch grows more confident. He knows her, knows how she likes to be touched, like she’s something to be unraveled. His mouth never leaves hers for long, only breaking contact to press hot, open kisses down her jaw, across her throat, and back again.
She breathes his name, half a plea, half a warning, and he murmurs something low against her skin in return, words that get lost in the rustle of fabric and the thrum of her pulse.
Everything feels sharper with him, his scent, his breath on her neck, the tension in his shoulders as he holds back just enough not to rush. He watches her face, watches the way her lips part and her brows knit together. Every reaction she gives him is memorized, tucked away like it matters more than anything else.
Maybe it does.
His thumb brushes against her in just the right way and her whole body tenses, her breath hitching hard against his lips. His forehead rests against hers, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Right there?” he whispers, voice hoarse with the weight of everything he can’t say.
She nods, eyes fluttering shut as she lets herself feel all of it, his touch, his warmth, the way he treats her body like it’s something sacred in a world that’s long forgotten how to be gentle.
And when her release hits her, it does so like a wave crashing over everything, the fear, the doubt, the aching question she can never quite ask out loud.
Is he hers?
He holds her through the tremors, still pressed close, still murmuring quiet things against her ear. She doesn’t catch all of it, but the way he says her name feels like an answer.
Yan shifts, eyes flicking over her like he’s making sure she’s alright. Lane meets his gaze and doesn’t look away.
That’s all it takes.
He pulls her into another kiss, slower this time. There’s no urgency, only heat building between them in quiet waves. When he slides her underwear down and pushes his own clothes away, there’s nothing rushed about it. Just quiet touches, shared breaths, the sound of the wind outside the cracked window.
When he finally sinks into her, they both go still. Like something inside them just clicked into place.
They don’t speak. Not because there’s nothing to say, but because everything important is already happening between the lines. In the way his hand cradles the back of her head, in the way she wraps her legs around him like she’s afraid he’ll vanish, in the sound she makes when he finds the rhythm that pulls a gasp from her throat.
The bed creaks beneath them. Somewhere down the hall, footsteps echo and fade. But here, in this room, it’s just them. Just the way he moves inside her like he’s trying to memorize her heartbeat. Just the way she holds on like he’s the only steady thing left in a world that keeps slipping through her fingers.
His forehead presses to hers again. She feels his breath catch, feels the tremble in his arms as he holds back more than just desire.
She doesn’t want him to hold anything back.
Lane runs her fingers through his hair, urging him closer, deeper. And he gives in.
It’s never just about pleasure with Yan. It’s always more. A kind of seeking, like he’s searching for something in her he thinks he lost in himself.
And maybe she’s doing the same.
When it finally builds to the edge, when she feels his pace stutter and his grip tighten and her body arch into his, there’s no explosion, no dramatic release. Just a slow unraveling, like a knot finally loosening. A breath finally exhaled.
He lays next to her afterward, their bodies tangled in the hush that always follows. The sheets are kicked down to their waists, skin still flushed from the heat of it all. One of his hands rests over her heart, fingers splayed like he’s grounding himself there. Her own hand drifts lazily along the contours of his back, fingers brushing the edge of each fresh bandage. She traces them without thinking
“Will you tell me what’s bothering you now?” he murmurs against her bare shoulder, voice low, heavy with exhaustion and something softer, concern, maybe. Maybe fear. She frowns, turning to look at him.
“Why do you think something's bothering me?” she asks, forcing lightness into her voice. But it just comes out brittle.
He pulls back just enough to look at her. Really look. His eyes are dark and searching, the weight of them a little too much.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. He just waits.
And she sighs, defeated by his silence.
“What…are we?” It comes out smaller than she wants it to. Weaker. Like a crack in armor she didn’t know she still wore. But Yan doesn’t flinch. He just blinks, surprised, not by the question, but maybe that she had to ask it at all.
“Isn’t it a bit late for this talk? We’ve been dating for like a month.” Her jaw opens involuntarily. She stares at him like he’s just spoken in a language she doesn’t understand. Which, in a way, he has.
“What?” Is all she can manage.
“What do you mean? I thought we started dating at Adam, when you asked me to spend the night with you even thought you knew Noah would hear.” He states it like a fact. He shifts onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as if this needs full eye contact. Something in her brain clicks into place. That had been the night she had chosen to commit to her feelings towards Yan.
“I didn’t realize you thought of it like that.” She manages to mumble out. He watches her a moment longer, then leans in and presses his forehead to hers.
“Would you have liked me to ask you? I could have planned a romantic gesture. Perhaps there are some half dead flowers around here that I could make a bouquet out of?” He smiles lazily at her. She hates that he almost seems serious. His voice carries a thread of sincerity that makes her chest tighten. He would do it. If she said yes, he’d walk out into the snow-covered ruins and dig through the cracks in concrete to find something alive. Just to ask her a question he already thinks has an answer.
Shaking her head, she sighs and leans her head closer to him.
“No, no I don’t need that. I guess I just wasn’t sure you liked me like that.” She admits. Yan tilts his head slightly, as if she’s said something deeply, absurdly wrong.
“Lane.” he says, her name wrapped in reverence. “I like you. A lot. Maybe more than I can put into words.”
He brushes a strand of hair from her cheek, fingers lingering like he’s memorizing the shape of her face. Then, as if trying to say what he can’t quite explain, he leans in and kisses her, slow, careful, like he’s sealing a promise between them.
When they part, she rests her head on his chest and closes her eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat fill the quiet.
Title: Her Morning Elegance [YanLane]
Book: Heaven's Secret 3 and Heaven's Secret: Requiem
Ratings / Warnings: T / Manipulation, Power Imbalance. Possessiveness
WC: 1,057
Taglist: @rc-catalog
Yan wonders if Lane and him have met much earlier in their life, how things would have turned out? However, he doesn't have to imagine that.
It was the night Lane had asked him to accompany her while she translates the book. The girl is eager to go back to working on it since she has been feeling humiliated for lacking anything to do. She clings to it with purpose and burning determination.
Yan could see it, but she's also exhausted. After all they just came back from New York. At first he thought Lane isn't affected by the long travel but he can see her bobbing her head and her writing slurring to lines. She then hit her head to her table. He stifles a laugh and looked at the raven to cover it up but Lane did not even noticed him. He feels a bit sad, he yearned for her gaze.
A woman who seem detached and untouchable chose to befriend him. It was nice, the years of being alone in apocalypse staggers his heart and longs for companionship.
He's got nothing to do so fiddles around with her stuff. She doesn't seem to mind.
She's got collection of silver crosses, expired make-up and a silver angel comb. He imagines her being back in the old civilization. Collecting trinkets and sipping her tea in rainy late afternoon. He doesn't know why but he certainly thinks that she fits in that type of state and not in this hell hole. He was in England too before in search for his father but gave up, maybe if he didn't he'll find Lane even though he's not even sure if she's in England too. The rain that locals find that is pain in the ass, but it would be pleasant weather for them to bump to each other. Lane would be living normally if it weren't for the base and everything. He also reckon that this girl is adamant to explore the unknown, if they meet in the past world it'll be unknown to him what she's actually like. It makes him feel a bit upset. Upset that he pictured Lane in normal living state but also almost hated the fact that might not be the path for her. Then again he barely knew her even till this day.
He was getting ahead of himself. He thinks he should have some shame.
Several minutes passed and turned into an hour. He checked on her again. His mouth stretched into an adoring smile. Thinking the girl can be really cute.
Her head planted on her notebook and her pen had rolled away from her on the floor.
"You're gonna hurt your neck there Lane, let me help you up." Talking as if the girl in deep slumber would respond.
He lifted her up, feeling her body heat but out of politeness he maintains not contacting on her bare skin. Such as her hands or even exposed ankles. He carefully placed her on the bed and made sure to tuck her in so she doesn't get cold.
It was raining when morning came, the sun is shining through the stain glass in her room. Which disorients him since its hitting his face. He remembers putting Lane on her bed. Trying to get up, he can't recognize the room and he felt a weight on his arm and hairs touching his bare arms. Alarmed he scanned the person beside him. The transparent windows shines it's lights on him.
It's Lane sleeping peacefully. She looks well rested and refuses to wake up. She's on his arm. Sleeping.
When did it all happen. He tries to remember where he slept last night but he can't. He may be tired too from the activity from day before.
The girl moaned from her sleep, complaining about the shaking. "It's still early, we don't have anything to do today Yan." He looks at her crumpled face and his worries melted away as if it was not meant to be felt anyway. "'Morning." He whispers to her still trying to be polite. Her arm draped over him tenderly but firm and secured.
"We don't have to hurry today. Aren't you tired? Because I still am." She sighs and her lids peeled away from her eyes.
"You're acting like you didn't decided that upon yourself. You insisted on working till late." He kisses her head like he usually would and Lane's arm just tightens. She shifted until she's straddling him. They lock eyes, it was pleasant and there was longing. Maybe this is the effect of being in love. You miss each other even you're together.
His response is a hug that is much tighter than hers, like crushing her. Something in him feel like he hadn't seen Lane for so long and he just misses her greatly. He loves the feeling that they live together because he didn't expect he can't imagine a day without her.
Lane's silent hold reciprocates what he feels. "Let's just hang out today okay?" She pulled away for a little bit. The sun rays shining on her making her look divine, like a saint with halo behind her. Yan thinks he's going insane, but he doesn't mind.
He leaned closer and closing his eyes, missing the calculating glint on Lane's face before reciprocating the kiss. It was a tender and slow kiss which gradually burns. He tilts his head to get more of the feeling and Lane gives it to him with such benevolence. She sucked his lower lip briefly before getting past his teeth and meeting his tongue with such vigor. He grips her hips but the remembers something and pulled away shocking Lane.
"Whoa! Sorry I got carried away." Yan smile with fragile mask of shyness but Lane can see it and huffs to his face tickling him. He smiles widely from being caught. She relaxed her shoulders. "Fine we can take it slow." She smiled brightly matching the morning sun which makes Yan's heart flutter. Feeling greedy he leaned for another hug and shaking her in his arms. "My girlfriend is so cute!" Yan's head is full of cotton, he can't think of anything coherent this morning but maybe it's for the best since it's a day-off.
Lane relaxed her face when Yan can't look at her, her calculation did her best this time. Greed took over her but it helps Yan to stay with her longer. No base, no cult and not even those goddamn sins!
(A/N: This one's got a mix of headcanon of mine that, since Baal passed his control of the angels to Lane, she could have snatched something of him that is the ability to control haze.)
Title: World [YanLane] |Book: Heaven's Secret: Requiem | Rating: T | Tags: @rc-catalog
World literally translation of word Mundo (the song I used by IV of Spades) I think it fits them. Specially Lane realizing everything in her relationship with Yan in the HS:R finale. Its basically Lane seeing Yan as her world. This one, I just really gave up. Its difficult to sync everything.
