#Yandere Dan Heng x Reader

[lavandulawrites]

Plssss can we have more yandere HSR memes!! they're so funny!

Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 3

Ofc you can!!<3 I’m glad you guys find them funny╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 1

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 2

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 4

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 5

Yandere Genshin Men Memes

(some of these might not seem too yandere, but people seem to forget that yandere means lovesick aka someone who is SICK WITH LOVE)

Do not copy my ideas. Thank you

[vortexbloom]

Can I request some dialogue heavy scenarios where the HSR men, Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, and Moze are in a relationship with a Neko reader and how they react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked.

Sure :)

I decided to make a Aventurine one too btw.

How they‘d react, if they‘d see their Neko Lover jump up like an actual cat when they’re spooked (Seperate OneShots)

Pairing: Jing Yuan / Blade / Dan Heng / Boothill / Sunday / Jiaoqiu / Moze / Aventurine x Neko Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Some parts may be similar

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Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Marvel

Boycott List

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The warm glow of lanterns bathed Jing Yuan’s study in a soft light, casting elongated shadows across the neatly arranged scrolls. It was a quiet evening, the kind he treasured, especially when you were here, curled up beside him, tail lazily flicking as you read through one of his many books.

Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, golden eyes half lidded with drowsy contentment. He had been watching you for some time now, admiring the way your ears twitched slightly when you were deep in thought. It was a small, endearing habit, one of the many he had come to cherish.

The peace, however, did not last.

A sudden crash echoed through the room as the wind managed to drop a tray, the clattering sound cutting through the silence like a blade.

Your reaction was instant.

Ears flattening, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight into the air, your body moving with feline agility as you landed on the desk with a soft thud, wide eyed and claws lightly extended. A scroll rolled off the surface, and Jing Yuan barely had the presence of mind to catch his teacup before it tipped over.

Silence.

Then, a deep chuckle.

Jing Yuan pressed a hand to his lips, his broad shoulders shaking as he struggled to contain his amusement. His golden eyes gleamed with mirth as he regarded you, still perched atop the desk.

"My dear," he drawled, voice laced with humor. "I never realized you had such…remarkable reflexes."

You shot him a glare, ears twitching in embarrassment. "That wasn’t funny," you huffed, crossing your arms.

That only made his smirk grow.

"On the contrary, I found it quite delightful." He reached out, fingers brushing over your ears with a gentle touch, smoothing them down as if to soothe your ruffled pride. His gaze softened, though the amusement never quite left his expression. "Though I do apologize if I annoyed too much."

You huffed again but didn’t pull away when his hand slid down to scratch at the base of your ears. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted, replaced by a quiet purr that you refused to acknowledge.

Jing Yuan’s grin widened. "Ah, so I am forgiven?"

You flicked your tail in response, before muttering, "Only if you don’t tease me about this forever."

The General chuckled, leaning forward until his forehead nearly touched yours. "I make no promises."

You just rolled your eyes.

With a swift motion, he tugged you forward, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. A surprised squeak left your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head with a satisfied sigh.

"Now, stay here and let me enjoy this warmth a little longer."

You grumbled, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear was a difficult comfort to resist. So, despite your embarrassment, you let yourself relax in his embrace, tail curling around his wrist as his fingers continued their lazy strokes through your hair.

Jing Yuan merely smiled, content.

This, he decided, was far better than any paperwork.

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⋆˚࿔ ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The silence in the room was comfortable, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric as Blade shifted in his seat. He wasn’t one for idle chatter, and you had long since grown used to his quiet nature. It didn’t bother you. If anything, you found a strange sense of peace in his presence, knowing that despite his distant demeanor, he always kept an eye on you.

Curled up on the couch, your tail lazily flicked behind you as you read, the dim glow of the lamp casting soft shadows along the walls. Blade sat nearby, sharpening his sword with slow, methodical movements, his eyes flickering to you every so often.

And then—

BANG!

The sound of something heavy falling outside the room shattered the tranquility. Instinct took over before your mind could catch up, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and in one swift motion, you leapt straight into the air.

Blade barely had time to react before you landed with perfect feline agility, on top of the bookshelf.

Silence.

He blinked.

Then, without a word, he set his weapon aside and leaned back against his seat, tilting his head slightly as a quiet huff of amusement left his lips.

"…Hmm."

That was it. No teasing remark, no laughter, just that small, almost imperceptible sound of amusement. But you knew him well enough to recognize it.

Your ears twitched. "Don’t say it."

He exhaled through his nose, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Say what?"

You narrowed your eyes. His were unreadable, as always, but there was something behind them? a flicker of entertainment that he was clearly holding back.

Slowly, deliberately, Blade stood up. You tensed, watching as he moved to stand directly in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sharp, calculating. Then, in one fluid motion, he reached up, his strong hands effortlessly wrapping around your waist.

Before you could protest, he lifted you off the shelf with ease.

"You land well," he mused, setting you down in front of him. His hands didn’t immediately let go, lingering at your waist as his thumb brushed against your side. "Jump high, too."

Your tail flicked, your ears still slightly flattened. "Blade."

His lips twitched, just barely. Then, as if the moment had already passed, he released you, stepping back as he picked up his sword once more.

"Next time, land somewhere I can reach you faster."

You stared at him. "Was that…concern?"

He didn’t answer, but the way his fingers tightened briefly around the hilt of his sword told you everything you needed to know.

And despite your lingering embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒟𝒶𝓃 ℋℯ𝓃ℊ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The Astral Express was unusually quiet that evening. Most of the crew had retired to their rooms, leaving only the soft hum of the train’s engine and the occasional flicker of passing stars through the windows. You sat comfortably on the couch in the archive room, tail lazily flicking as you drank some tea. Across from you, Dan Heng sat with his own reading material, his gaze focused, his expression as unreadable as ever.

This was routine. A quiet evening together, surrounded by books and tea, with the gentle presence of each other’s company. You liked it this way.

Until—

CLANK.

The sudden noise from the hallway shattered the silence. Something heavy had fallen, perhaps March had dropped her camera again, or Caelus had knocked over something. Either way, the sound was unexpected.

Your body reacted before your mind did. Instinctively, your ears flattened, your tail bristled, and with an alarmed yelp, you leapt straight up into the air.

Straight onto the shelf.

Silence.

Dan Heng’s book remained open in his hands, but his eyes had drifted upward, following your movement. You clung to the top of the shelf, wide eyed, tail still puffed up in fright. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, with a barely perceptible sigh, Dan Heng closed his book.

"I see your reflexes are…impressive."

Your ears twitched, heat creeping up your face. "Don’t say anything."

He tilted his head slightly, expression calm but unreadable. "I didn’t."

You scowled, shifting slightly but realizing with mild horror that getting down was trickier than expected. The shelf was taller than you thought, and your balance was precarious. You hesitated.

Dan Heng noticed.

Without a word, he stood up and walked over, stopping just below you. He extended his arms, gaze steady. "Come down."

You blinked. "I can do it myself."

A pause. Then, his tone softened, just barely. "You’ll land better if I catch you."

You hesitated again, but there was no teasing in his voice, no amusement at your predicament, just quiet patience. Huffing softly, you relented, letting yourself lean forward until gravity took over.

Dan Heng caught you effortlessly, his grip firm yet careful as he steadied you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, his warmth familiar. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, he finally spoke again.

"Next time, stay close to me. That way, you won’t have to jump at all."

Your ears twitched, tail flicking against his arm. You mumbled something about not being that easily startled, but the way Dan Heng’s arms lingered just a second longer than necessary told you he wasn’t entirely convinced.

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⋆˚࿔ ℬℴℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The dusty air of Penacony’s lower districts buzzed with distant chatter, neon signs flickering in the twilight. Boothill leaned back in his chair, boots propped up on the table, hat pulled low over his face. A slow evening, just how he liked it.

You, on the other hand, were perched on the armrest beside him, tail lazily flicking as you toyed with the rim of his hat. "You always this relaxed, cowboy?" you teased, ears twitching as you watched him.

Boothill let out a slow chuckle, tilting his head just enough to glance at you. "Ain’t no rush, sugar. If trouble comes, I’ll handle it before you even blink."

As if the universe itself wanted to test that claim, a loud crash echoed from the alleyway behind you. Something, someone, had knocked over a stack of crates. The sudden noise sent your instincts into overdrive.

Ears flattening, tail puffing up, you let out a startled yelp before leaping straight up and landing perfectly on one of the wooden beams above. Claws lightly digging into the wood, you clung there, wide eyed, heart pounding.

Silence.

Boothill stayed completely still for a beat. Then, slowly, he lowered his boots from the table, his hand coming up to tip his hat back as he looked up at you. His eyes gleamed under the neon glow, amusement curling at the edges of his smirk.

"Well, ain’t that somethin’."

You groaned. "Don’t."

He chuckled, rolling his shoulders before standing. "Darlin’, you got reflexes quicker than a gunslinger in a standoff. You ever think ‘bout joinin’ me for a duel?"

You shot him a glare, tail flicking irritably. "I don’t see you reacting that fast."

Boothill smirked, tapping his holster. "That’s ‘cause I don’t need to jump, sweetheart. My gun does the talkin’."

You huffed, carefully shifting your weight to prepare for a jump down. But before you could move, Boothill was already underneath you, arms casually open. "Go on. I gotcha."

Your ears twitched. "I can land fine on my own, you know."

He smirked, tilting his head. "I know. But humor me."

You hesitated for only a second before letting go, landing effortlessly in his arms. His grip was steady, warm, secure. You half expected him to tease you, but instead, he just chuckled, adjusting his hold for a brief moment before setting you gently on your feet.

"Next time, sugar, maybe try jumpin’ towards me instead of away."

Your tail flicked against his leg in response, but the way he grinned told you he definitely wasn’t gonna let this go anytime soon.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The dazzling lights of Penacony’s Dreamscape cast a golden glow over the lounge, where Sunday lounged effortlessly on a velvet couch, a half empty glass of wine twirling between his fingers. He looked as he always did, relaxed, poised, utterly unreadable.

You, on the other hand, were seated beside him, tail flicking lazily as you nibbled on a delicate pastry. The night was peaceful, the music soft, the company…pleasant.

And then—

BANG!

A bottle behind the bar toppled over, crashing to the ground with a sharp clatter.

Your instincts kicked in before logic could catch up. Ears flattened, tail bristling, you let out a startled yelp and leapt straight up.

Not just a small jump, no, you soared, landing gracefully on the chandelier hanging above the lounge.

Silence.

Sunday, who had not even flinched at the noise, slowly lowered his wine glass, looking up at you with an expression that could only be described as…delightfully intrigued.

"Well, well," he mused, tilting his head as a slow smile curved his lips. "Now that’s what I call a grand performance."

Your tail flicked, embarrassment heating your face as you clung to the chandelier, claws digging slightly into the golden frame. "I—That was—"

He chuckled, setting his drink aside before standing, adjusting his pristine cuffs. "Darling, if you wanted all eyes on you, you only had to ask."

You groaned, ears flattening further. "Don’t start."

Sunday merely extended a hand, the neon reflections in his golden eyes glimmering with amusement. "Come down, love. Or should I call in a ladder?"

You huffed, preparing to leap down, only for Sunday to effortlessly step forward and catch you midair before you even landed. His grip was steady, his arms strong as he pulled you close, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.

"Impeccable form," he murmured, voice low, teasing.

Your tail flicked against his chest in protest, and he laughed, a smooth, velvety sound.

"Though, next time, my dear…jump into my arms first, won’t you?"

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒥𝒾𝒶ℴ𝓆𝒾𝓊 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jiaoqiu sat at his desk, his fingers tracing the lines of his latest research notes. He glanced up from his work, eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze fixed on his beloved, curled up like a content kitten on the sofa, a small book resting ion your lap. The gentle, rhythmic sound of your breathing was oddly soothing, and for a moment, Jiaoqiu allowed himself to indulge in the comfort of your presence.

Then, something happened. A sudden, sharp noise cut through the silence.

The next thing Jiaoqiu knew, you, who had been peacefully dozing, launchedyourself into the air with a startled yelp, an elegant but startled leap that mirrored the precise movements of a frightened cat. Your eyes were wide, the ears on top of your head twitching in every direction, and your tail, Jiaoqiu’s favorite part of you, was puffed up in surprise.

The scene happened so quickly, he couldn’t help but blink in disbelief.

"Jiaoqiu!" Your voice cracked with sudden alarm as you hovered midair, eyes flicking around the room, as if searching for the source of danger.

But Jiaoqiu was no stranger to your cat-like reflexes. Still, it never ceased to amuse him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, low and warm, as he leaned back in his chair. His expression softened, though there was a glint of affection in his eyes.´´

"Did you got startled, love?" he teased, his voice calm and controlled, as always.

You landed softly back onto the ground, your face flushed with embarrassment. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but your tail betrayed you, flicking erratically behind you as your eyes darted around to make sure the threat (whatever it was) had passed.

"I…I wasn’t expecting that noise," you stammered, still trying to regain your bearings.

Jiaoqiu stood up from his desk, taking slow, measured steps toward you. His hand gently reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't resist teasing you a little further, but there was a tender warmth in his voice.

"You’re so cute when you’re startled,´´ he said, his lips curling into a soft smile. ´´You remind me of a cat, always so quick to react."

His words made your cheeks burn brighter, making you pull your knees up to your chest, feeling embarassed. You were so used to your feline-like tendencies, the ears, the tail, the reflexes, but hearing Jiaoqiu call you cute´ always ´turned you into a blushing mess.

"I didn’t jump that high!" you protested weakly, though the sheepish smile on your face said otherwise.

Jiaoqiu chuckled, sitting next to you on the couch. "You did. And I think it’s adorable," he said, his voice softening. "I never thought I’d be so lucky to have someone so…unique, so full of life."

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. Despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his words. Jiaoqiu wasn’t one to offer praise lightly, and when he did, it meant something.

"Really?" you asked quietly, your tail swishing a little more contentedly now.

Jiaoqiu nodded, his gaze soft and unwavering. "Absolutely."

He took your hand gently, pulling you closer to him, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing his fingers over the tips of your ears. "Now, I think it’s time for you to relax, my little neko. I’ll make sure nothing scares you for the rest of the evening."

You felt your heart melt as you curled closer to him, feeling safe in his embrace. Youwere still a little embarrassed about your jump, after all, you had hoped to appear graceful, even with the feline traits youcouldn’t help but flaunt. But Jiaoqiu never made you feel self conscious.

In fact, he loved you all the more for it.

And so, in the calm after the the startle, the two of you settled together.

As Jiaoqiu continued to hold you, his beloved, close, you realized that sometimes, being startled and falling into the arms of someone who cared, made everything in the world seem perfectly aligned.

"Jiaoqiu" you whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. "Thank you for always being here."

He smiled, brushing a gentle hand through your hair, his heart swelling with love.

"Always."

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⋆˚࿔ ℳℴ𝓏ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Moze had seen a lot of things in his time. But watching his lover, his sweet, supposedly normal lover, leap straight into the air like a startled cat? Yeah, that was new.

The night had been quiet. You walked beside Moze, tail swaying lazily, ears twitching at the distant sounds of the city. Moze, ever the picture of relaxed confidence, strolled with his hands in his pockets, cigarette hanging from his lips.

Then—

BANG!

A trash can tipped over in a nearby alley.

Before Moze could so much as glance over, you sprang into the air, landing effortlessly on the ledge of a street sign.

Silence.

Moze stood there, cigarette paused between his fingers, head tilting up to look at you. His eyes gleamed with slow, dawning amusement.

"Huh." He exhaled smoke, taking his time before smirking. "Didn’t take you for the ‘climb first, think later’ type."

Your tail flicked in embarrassment. "It was instinct!"

"Instinct, huh?" His smirk widened. "So, what’s the plan now, kitten? You settin’ up shop up there, or you need a rescue?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I don’t need rescuing."

"That so?" He took a step closer, tapping ash from his cigarette. "Then jump down."

You hesitated. The leap up had been easy. The jump down, especially with Moze watching so intently, felt…humiliating.

His grin turned lazy as he opened his arms. "C’mon. You know I gotcha."

With a sigh, you finally leapt and true to his word, Moze caught you effortlessly, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against him.

"Told ya," he murmured, voice warm against your ear.

You buried your face in his shoulder. "You’re never gonna let this go, are you?"

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Nope. Might even start keepin’ a tally."

You groaned, but his laughter, low, teasing, and utterly fond, made it a little harder to stay mad.

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒜𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Aventurine had seen many things in his line of work, bluffs, desperate gambles, high risk plays that paid off or crashed spectacularly. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for the sight of you his oh so charming lover, springing into the air like an actual startled cat.

The two of you had been walking through the Reverie, his usual smug confidence on full display as he lazily shuffled a deck of cards in one hand. You, tail swaying, ears twitching at every sound, strolled beside him, casually entertained by his smooth talk about probabilities and luck.

Then, the universe decided to throw in an unexpected variable.

A sudden clatter, a serving tray crashing to the floor behind you.

In an instant, your body reacted before your mind could catch up, ears flattened, tail puffed, and you launched yourself straight up, landing gracefully atop a decorative light fixture.

Silence.

Aventurine blinked. Slowly. Then, with the ease of a man who had just been blessed with the most amusing hand of cards ever dealt, he let out a low, delighted chuckle.

"Well, well. I must say, I didn’t account for this particular…reflex of yours."

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "Don’t start."

"Oh, but I must." He smirked up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, darling, if you wanted a change in perspective, you could’ve just asked. Climbing the decor seems a bit dramatic, even for you."

"I didn’t mean to!" you huffed, tail flicking in irritation. "It was instinct!"

"Instinct, you say?" He tapped a finger against his chin, as if considering his next move in a game. "Fascinating. You do this often? Perhaps I should start placing bets on how high you’ll go next time?"

You shot him a glare. He only laughed, ever the picture of infuriating amusement.

Finally, he stretched out a hand, voice laced with an exaggerated sigh. "Come now, kitten. As much as I enjoy this newfound discovery, I’d rather not have my partner perched above me like some elusive jackpot prize."

You hesitated, only because you knew the second you were back on the ground, he’d never let you live this down. Still, with no other choice, you leapt down.

Aventurine caught you with infuriating ease, his arms securing you in place before he leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "See? Always a safe bet with me."

You groaned, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "You’re never letting this go, are you?"

His smirk widened. "Oh, sweetheart. Not in a million cycles."

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[taintedbenevolence]

"𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊." — YANDERE DAN HENG · IMBIBITOR LUNAE x FEMALE READER

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 — nsfw, short prompt 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — Not proofread! Use of profanities, non-consensual display of affection, obsessive & possessive behavior, (brief insinuations/mentions of) breeding kink. Dan Heng bites and marks reader. notation: any character participants are aged 18 and up. just for the record. I don't write sexual content for minors. please know that.

"I warned you," he huffed with mild irritation, as he thrusted himself inside of you for what seemed to be another, countless time. "Don't test me."

It was a bad enough idea when you had decided to argue, telling him that you'd find a way out, pointing out all the individual flaws of the manner in which he kept you trapped.

You'd begun to find solutions to your inescapable cage with this man, and it filled him with indignation, because he was entirely enraptured by you, and he refused to let you go. The very thought of you escaping was something he couldn't stand.

Being all alone was the last thing he needed. Break his arms and legs, but he'll cling to you like there's no one else he loves more and needs.

But seeing as how you'd decided to try and make an attempt to escape, he had zero intent to let you go now, more than ever. He pondered on just what he'd do to finally ingrain in your head somewhere that you were not going to be leaving – not anytime soon, nor any time later.

He was fine doing anything and everything to keep you by his side.

He'd pump you full of his seed, fill you up with his cum day and night, if it'd remind you that you had no one and no place to go but him and only him, that you were meant to stay with him forever. You would be his and his alone. Right?

He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking you away from him. With all that he's gone through, he at the very least deserves this. Wouldn't you agree?

Even so, you'd grown accustomed to the feel of your wrists bound by chains and cuffs above your head, your ankles tied down similarly whilst his tail coils around your waist, holding you down in place as he pushes in and out of you.

All nice and tied up, open and ready to take whatever was going to ruin you tonight. Would it be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock this time?

It was a chilling feeling that never failed to scare you—the feeling of helplessness that the Vidyadhara always managed to incite within you. It terrified you—to be taken advantage of in such way without being able to do anything about it.

Whether his carnal instincts were led by his previous incarnation or not, you had not the slightest idea, and frankly, you didn't really want to know either. 

All you could do was stay down while he fucked your brains out. ... You should probably watch your mouth the next time you're mad.

He drinks up your mewls, your abused, puffy hole unable to handle any more, but he licks your tears away, seemingly uncaring about how you beg him to stop. In his eyes, this is a punishment. If you keep acting like this, he really won't be able to be as kind as he wishes to be.

He doesn't mean to hurt you, and if you'd let him, oh how he'd worship your body without leaving a single mark, but he can't help himself if you keep behaving yourself like a brat. Please, can't you comply at the very least once? Would it kill you to show some acceptance for him?

Maybe.

And with how many times he has cum inside you, it upsets him that you really can't be impregnated by him. It'd delight him to see your belly swollen with his baby, but alas, it's only a fantasy.

A fantasy that he can't help but try to indulge in every time he fucks you raw.

Perhaps it's a little wrong of him to enjoy how much you cry whenever he does this to you. Just maybe. Maybe. Your cheeks all red, stained with tears, pretty puffed lips all swollen because of his rough, frequent kisses — it makes his heart swell.

He loves it. He loves you.

His face is nuzzled up in the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin, leaving numerous red marks that most likely will stay for a long time, if not forever, his mouth moving to leave more bruises upon your skin to claim you as his own.

"Dan Heng—" You manage to moan, almost choking on your tears, feeling him push in and out with a rapidity you cannot measure. "'ts too much, 'm cumming, please, a-ah—!"

It's all too much. It hurts too much. You feel too much. Too much pain, too much pleasure, it's all mixing up and your brain by now has been reduced to mush, your words a babbling mess as you whine, whine, and whine, to a point where you don't know how you have not lost your voice.

"Mine, mine, mine, please, s' good," you hear him murmur incoherently to you, the only sound left in the area being the wet squelch, the slapping sounds of skin against skin, your unstable cries, and your sobbing along with his sweet moans as he makes love to you. "P-please, don't leave, mgh-"

Any trace of his gentle demeanor was thrown away from the moment he had you pressed on the mattress. There was only a burning need left in him.

A need only you could satiate. An obsession that would never end.

And for what he's done to you, he knows you harbor hate, but he knows it makes you feel good, so why play pretend? ♡

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A / N - It's a little shorter than usual, sorry </3 Writer's block has been absolutely demolishing me, but I'm hanging in there, I've got a few requests which I'm almost done with rn.. Sorry for the inactivity, I'll be hopefully posting more often if I'm not too burnt-out. Getting this one out so I can finally publish the Neuvi request..

[azen13]

I loved your recent Dan Heng posting so so much!!! I’m not the original requester however

Reading it made my mind wander into how Dan Heng would react to a darling who is just so smitten with him (even his more awkward habits) that they recognize his yandere behavior and tease him about it while also kind of playing into it?

My mind keeps running through ideas of a darling that shows up to hang out with him all the time and is just over the moon when he hovers around them in a possessive manner…

Plus I think darling might also be just a teeny tiny bit obsessed with Dan Heng as well (I know I am 🤭)

I’m cutting my ramblings off here because I could go on all day about the ideas this glorious man springs into my brain but I don’t wanna subject you to them all hehe

— Dan Heng Anon

CW: Yandere Themes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling, Sleeping Together, Kissing

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Anon, I genuinely love this idea so much! I can definitely see the vibe. As I said in my other post about Dan Heng, I think he's relatively subtle in terms of how he expresses his possessive tendencies: a hand on your shoulder; a command clothed as a suggestion; a redirection of your attention back on him.

But when you start feeding into his behavior?

The first thing that happens to him is that he practically short-circuits. You show up to his room one night, pillow and blanket in hand, face dim with fatigue but eyes shining with mischief. Your room is too warm, you complain. He hasn't even processed what you've said before you slip through the doorway and plop your bedding near his, fluffing up your pillow and arranging your space how you like it.

You fall asleep almost instantly; the next morning, you proclaim you slept better on the hard flooring of Dan Heng's room than any night in your soft bed.

Dan Heng stays up the whole night, studying your face like an astronomer, trying to understand the way you seem to orbit around him. Maybe the forces of attraction have finally gone in his favor, drawing you close to him.

As the days pass, he begins to reciprocate your signals. When the Astral Express splits up on missions, he ensures you're always with him, regardless of how March and the Trailblazer pout. He'll send them a flat, unimpressed stare, your hand and his tightly intertwined. Himeko and Welt notice, but don't say anything. They underestimate Dan Heng's love, the true gravity of the situation is much stronger than they perceive it to be.

In public, Dan Heng manages to keep it together, though you make it difficult with how you cling to his side. He can't help but want to be protective of you when there are strangers sidling next to you. Any chance he can get, he makes sure he's walking closer to the center of the road.

In the privacy of his room, though, he becomes much more clingy. Night after night you arrive at his door and make yourself at home on the floor, and each night, you sleep a little closer to him. Soon enough, your hand is squeezing him as you dream; then his arm is looped around your shoulder; two pairs of legs tangled together beneath mismatched bedsheets; his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the faintest traces of perfume.

Then you don't show up one night.

Dan Heng spends hours waiting. He's normally not very fidgety, but tonight his foot taps a frantic tempo against the floor, eyes glued to the door.

Eventually, he gets up and heads to your room. The lights are dim, but he can see a sly smile playing on your lips like Cupid readying another arrow to fire at his heart. You've done it on purpose, and it both amuses and annoys him.

With a huff, he walks over to your bed and hoists you up into his arms. You make no move to get out of his grip, eyes sparkling playfully; you're just as entranced with him as he is with you, two stars orbiting each other.

Unceremoniously, he plops you down on his makeshift bed in the data bank, settling beside you. His arms loop around your torso, pulling you close. "I don't appreciate your prank," he grumbles.

You can't help but laugh. "I'm sure you don't." It's amusing to see Dan Heng pouting. His expression is relatively neutral, but you can see sulkiness in his eyes, feel how he squeezes you a little tighter than most nights.

"I want you to stay with me."

You smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I will."

[sxcchxrine]

jiaoqiu having hannibal references in his trailer and there’s a book on how someone ate a borisin …. okay but hear me out …

dan heng 🤝 jiaoqiu wanting to literally devour their darling… i got brainworms i need this now, i might write it soon

[ruisann]

Life as a Trailblazer is never boring for you. Exciting and unpredictable adventures always await. As a doctor aboard the Astral Express, you always join every mission whenever the Express stops on a planet or location. Your crucial role requires you to be present in every expedition.

Since returning from Xianzhou Luofu, you’ve noticed a change in Dan Heng’s behavior. He rarely leaves you alone, to the point where you barely have time for yourself. When you try to protest, Dan Heng calmly explains that it’s for your safety. As a doctor, you don’t possess the same combat abilities as him to protect yourself in case of an ambush. A doctor’s safety is the top priority during an attack. You can’t argue, because deep down, you know he’s right.

That’s why it’s only natural for Dan Heng to be by your side at all times. It’s only natural for him to follow you in secret, even when you’ve told him you want to be alone. It’s only natural that whenever you wander too far, he appears out of nowhere with a blank stare, silently reprimanding you for leaving him behind. And, it’s only natural that Dan Heng installed a detector application to track you at all times, ensuring you never stray beyond his watchful gaze.

After all, Dan Heng is doing all of this for your safety… right?

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Stay Close

Slight yandere Dan Heng x reader

warnings: a bit of awkwardness? Slight fluff

Yandere Dan Heng using his Lunae form to keep a "dragon lover" reader close to him. You being from a world they're nonexistent to now seeing one that shouldn't be possible when you joined the express.

Like a moth drawn to a flame the first time you saw it you were beyond fascinated to the point everyone could tell. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to question him about it feeling it would be disrespectful since he seems so avoidant of talking about it after just a few questions you tried to ask him.

That also lead you to feel unbelievably awkward around him for a while since you've already talked about your love of dragons to the express... If you knew then you would have never said a word. How were you supposed to know there was a draconic type of human??

That lead you to research in the archives a lot to make sure there isn't anything else you should know about before it was too late.

With time things got back to normal and you started to drift away from Dan Heng. He's a guy who likes his space. Why bother him when you have Trailblazer and March to bother? Plus you're pretty sure you learned everything you wanted to know by then and your visits became less and less often.

Little did you know at that point Dan Heng didn't really like that. He grew rather used to your previous frequent presence in the archives.

What he really didn't like is when you got separated on visiting another planet. That alone wouldn't have been so bad if the person you were with trying to help the world didn't try to stab you in the back. Literally. He saw it happen and nearly lost his cool. He threw his spear just in the nick of time and punctured the person's leg, causing them to stop and scream in pain.

Obviously that startled you to turn around and see them running up and what happened.

After that there was a shift in his actions with you. Almost always in the same room especially if no one else was. Another thing you noticed was him more often in his other form. Man you want to touch his tai- no. Bad. That's weird.

It's like a train wreck no matter how hard you try to stop looking, you can't.

He knows you want to touch it. It's not hard to tell. Quite frankly, it's the opposite. It's to the point you don't even have to say it. But that's what he wants. He's willing to show this part to you alone just to keep you near if he has to. He knows you don't think he sees you looking while he's reading.

"You can try touching it, if you want."

You're shocked for a good minute, then apprehensive. You wonder if he only is saying that because your looking is pressuring him so you can stop, or maybe another bad reason you don't want to try to think about. "...Are you sure?"

Aeons, please just do already! This is more of a delicate situation though. If he wasn't as level-headed he'd have already impulsively pulled you to him with his tail and made you stay close as much as possible. "if I wasn't, I wouldn't have offered."

You cave and carefully do. It wasn't what you were expecting. it was more smooth, airy to the touch, and rather cool. Not cold, but definitely not warm either. Maybe airy wasn't the right word? Felt more like water itself but a bit more solid. So like soft ice and not nearly as cold.

You didn't want to stop touching it but didn't want to push your luck. That alone was enough for you to be happy with.

But it didn't stop there. More frequently you'd go to the archives again and he kept offering. Eventually one day he pulled you to his lap and rested his head on you while you held it. He wrapped his arms around you as well and let a mental sigh of relief. He's glad it's this way now.

This is where you belong with him. Whatever happens or comes for him, he cannot leave the express anymore. Not with you. Not with something as great as this.

He's never been more glad to have his other form than now. If it helps make you stay close, well then he might just have to start staying in this form more often. Even if around other people too.

[asce-of-hearts]

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He's enormous.

He was already a fairly tall man, but now? He seems massive, his frame casting a large shadow that covers your body entirely. You can't take your eyes of him, how inhuman he looks. This shouldn't be happening, he shouldn't be behaving in such a way. This is an outburst, one that forced him to act in such a way.

"I'm sorry." His voice is barely above a whisper, his pupils dilated, fixated on you. The horns and the hair and the scales that cover his body.

"What are you?" You ask, appalled.

"Something I would rather not be." He murmurs, a low growl escapes his throat and you can feel your skin crawling at the sound, at how he pins you further against the bed, he presses his nose against your shoulder, at your skin, and inhales. "But I can't control myself, not around you... even less when we are in... such a situation." He peppers kisses over your shoulder, your clavicles, your neck.

"That's... that's quite a secret to have."

"I know," His eyes darken. "But I can't helpt it... Are you scared?"

"A little. It was just unexpected." Your fingers run themselves slowly over the scales that appeared over his skin, the texture feels funny. He shivers at this, as if you're striking a particularly good spot. You stop at that, at how he chokes a moan, another growl. He seems to be repressing something, and you feel confused, confused and uneasy. "Has... has anything changed inside your mind?"

"No," He growls, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you. Breathing heavily, his fingers aching to tear at your clothes. "I just have this urge to... to keep you close. To keep you mine."

"Yours?"

"All mine, ___." He falls on top of you, clinging to your body. "Mine to keep, mine to protect. I want you so much, I need you to be so mine, only mine. You're so beautiful, so tender and precious. I’m not a monster or anything, but you’re so cute I could eat you up."

There's silence for a good long while, only the sound of his breathing, of his nails digging at the mattress as he tries his hardest to keep control.

"Maybe I will."

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[zeyris-daydreams]

Jade Dragon’s Iron-Clad Camellias [1] Prologue

Dan Feng x Reader

[ao3] or #df-camellia on my profile! Description is [HERE]

“The scorching sun is sure to give One a heat induced headache. Walk with me, will you?”

Dan Feng already knew the answer. Despite knowing how fire burns, he touched it each time. Something he never quite learned his lesson of, as though he hoped it would falter.

“No.” Your voice remained firm and unwavering as always, and he didn’t know quite why you disliked him like this. It was frustrating, and borderline enraging.

His eye twitched.

Despite his feelings on the matter, he remained calm. Did you not see his efforts? Were you feigning ignorance? The vidyadhara looked over at the inside of your workshop, as if he was thinking of your answer. His gaze lingered on your unfinished ‘artistry’ on the wall, hanging. Waiting to be polished.

”And why is that?” His green eyes met yours once more. You wiped your hands against your apron, the material rough to the touch. Like that you reached behind, untying it swiftly. “I do not need an excuse, higher elder.”

”High elder.”

The dismissive roll of your eyes didn’t escape him. The stained apron which used to be white was laid across the aged table, and you turned away from Dan Feng, walking to the darkened counter situated behind you. “I’m on a break right now.”

”Isn’t it fitting to spend free time outside, when the weather is still generous?”

You however liked the darkness that the workshop provided. The only source of light being one from the somewhat dirty windows, or the raging fire of the stone furnace. It was utterly human, simple. It was comforting.

The high elder felt his chest burn at your lack of answer. Such ridiculous insolence; an utter lack of gratitude. Did you not understand that an important person like himself gave you time of day?

Or was your ignorance drawn from childish pettiness? If that was so, he’d meet your level. He did not expect a short-lived blossom to comprehend the grandness of a tree.

“Yingxing.”

Dan Feng was nothing but a lizard. A snake - in your understanding. He knew how to tug your strings, and even more so lately, with his recent discoveries.

Once he found out about your smithing business, it seemed like his pursuit grew even more relentless. It didn’t need to be said that such business was not appropriate for a person of your stature. Not to mention the blatant lie of being the owner's apprentice.

There was no Yingxing, there was just you.

That remark was a cruel reminder. You placed your hand upon the stone countertop of the workshop, turning your body just enough to have him in your sight. Dan Feng’s expression remained ever so pleasant. “That was not a question. Unless you’d prefer One to tell others about your ownership of.. ‘Cloud Splendor Forge,’ hm?”

His hand motioned to the exit he stood right near, the only thing separating you and the vidyadhara being the desk at which you welcomed customers.

You didn’t want to cave in. By no means actually; to see you waver would give him too much power.

”You wouldn’t dare.”

Imbibitor Lunae smirked, eyes narrowing, almost as though he thought this a challenge. His features were long, sharp - yet his speech was leisurely, relaxed even.

“Do you wish to try me?” His voice carried a tune of mockery, a challenge.

Despite the words you spoke through gritted teeth earlier, you knew he wasn’t bluffing. This was merely a speck of his issues, and he wouldn’t hesitate to fix it - as a High Elder there was nothing he couldn’t get.

Throwing the rag you used to wipe your tools with onto the table, you finally turned to face him properly. You didn’t hide the look of displeasure. Not that he was unaware of your feelings on the matter.

Seeing as you complied, he motioned towards the doors again. “Now, if you allow me.”

With little choice in the matter you took the final layer of your protective garments off, your leather coat sliding down your shoulders. It wasn't as though you had a lot of work to do today, the day had only just started - therefore you weren’t yet exhausted. Like so you stepped to the entrance.

Dan Feng’s fingers easily found purchase around your wrist when you came near him, and he pulled you to himself, roughly. “Let us not cause a commotion.”

A thinly veiled warning.

You didn’t need to say anything, as he so graciously pushed the doors open for the both of you, his firm grip on your wrist replaced by his arm on your back. You were led out first, and he was right next to you.

The first to hit was the bright sun against the cloudless sky, only the protective shade above the workshop’s entrance shielding your eyes from an utter annihilation. It was situated further north of Xianzhou Loufu, attached to other buildings which shared a similar decorative store overhang.

It was unseen for a person of Dan Feng’s status to be here.

Before your eyes fully adjusted to the newfound brightness, his arm guided you along himself down the street, keeping you in the shade. Despite that, you still felt the warmness of the sun. The second to hit was the busyness of the area. You chose to ignore glanes sent your way.

“I do believe it is fitting for us to see one of the gardens? I have heard it is fully reworked.”

His exquisite tone never phased you. It was something you never paid attention to; something unimpressive. As such you would not insist on upholding his level. “Sure.”

Trees around seemed to have been stuck in a forever autumn, their shades of fire praiseworthy. The streets were bustling with life regardless of the time, foxians and xianzhou natives trading together in broad daylight. Maybe some of your own kin would be among them, the only difference being age disposition.

You focused on the area as he led you, admiring the charming stove paved road - and trying to ignore the situation. Being around Dan Feng was the only thing you would do anything to get out of, so it was far too easy to space out. It took you a moment to realise he was speaking. “..although I am uncertain. Is that correct?”

Blinking, you turned your face to the man. That itself gave away you weren’t paying attention at all, seeing the subtle, yet noticeable twitch of his eye.

“I asked if your craft is inherited.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. One thing about Dan Feng was his unyielding curiosity; if it was not satiated, he’d find ways to amuse himself. In recent days, the high elder’s fascination seemed to have a single focus. You.

“No.”

His smile turned into one somewhat irritated, eyes boring into you for moments before he looked ahead. As you walked with him, you found his hand tightening its grip on your waist slightly. The surroundings changed as you went, headed towards the further outskirts.

Dan Feng didn’t ask again, likely keeping this question for another time. If he did not get an answer now, he would later.

Your eyes have adjusted to the sun by now, more and more trees appearing over the time. Fewer buildings, more greenery. Less noise.

The garden was within sight soon enough, one that Dan Feng wanted to take you to last time. You declined, but it would seem as though he didn’t give that idea up entirely. It was surrounded by garden-style half-walls, akin to ones throughout the city, a structure you’ve grown accustomed to.

The vidyadhara allowed you in first, and you looked around. The garden was mostly a space to spend time in leisure, some land but mostly something akin to a water pond, with three or so bridges which connected to the dry pieces of land.

On top of the water you saw flowers, lotuses growing higher up from the surface, and beneath them emerging waterlilies along their beautiful leaves. This specific species seemed to have been larger.

As beautiful and serene this place was, your admiration was stopped by a voice you didn’t wish to hear. “I find this place great for when I feel inspired, do you?”

You took steps forward on your own to his displeasure, slowly getting onto the first bridge. Your fingers gripped the edge of it for security, aware of the gaps between the wooden pieces beneath your shoes.

The garden was of a great size, yet not enough to be huge. The land not submerged in water had an occasional bench, but no one was around. Dan Feng matched your pace after a moment, a presence you felt right over your shoulder. He kept his arms behind his back, proud and straightened. “Do you?”

”It looks nice.”

Perhaps even saying that much would give him the wrong idea. Last time, when you had told him, ‘I do not have time today’, he ended up coming right the next morning.

Your reverie of appreciating the sun in water reflection was put to an end by the grip on your arm, and he made you stop on the peak of the bridge. “It truly does. That does remind me”

With a slight tug you were made to face him, and had to glance upwards. His head shielded you from the burning light above.

“How’s the refinement of my cloud-piercer?”

It was a question you heard before - an artistry of sorts was demanded of you. Your weapons and craft were strictly for practicality, to cut. To hurt. Dan Feng had an insistence on his weapon being improved practically every other week. Something was amiss, or something was out of place every time apparently.

At this rate you doubted the need for further improvement. You had an inkling that he may just try to find ways to pester you.

With a deep breath you attempted to keep the fire in your mind inside your body. The vidyadhara had a tendency to give you fuel, after which you’d be guilty for your flames. “Dan Feng, the weapon arrived undamaged. Once finished there is no further refinery to be added to it”

”We should strive for constant improvement, no?”

As a representative of long-life species, his stance was utterly annoying - in your understanding. In some strange way, you wanted to strangle him. Not that it would be possible. But it was worth thinking about it, even if just to escape.

“I see what can be done.” You would not. Maybe he brought you here to give you ‘inspiration’.

Regardless of authenticity, the answer seemed to please him. His gaze left your face, aimed ahead, towards the rest of the garden. That was something you could focus on for once. “I knew you’d understand.”

There were gaps between you and Dan Feng that no amount of discussion could fix, the most prominent one being your cultures and ideals. He seemed to have been ignoring that, for now.

Deciding to focus on something else, your eyes lingered on the borders of the garden, the exit at the end. This space was long, meant to be walked through and enjoyed up until the end. Then again the enjoyment would be cut in half due to the vidyadhara’s imposing presence. Maybe it would’ve been nicer to witness this alone.

The elaborate painting on the walls didn’t slip your gaze, drags of paint and decor, one you saw as misguided. Wood that built the barrier between the garden and the outside was a gorgeous shade of brown, one fading almost into cherry. Yet it was smeared by images of drifting clouds.

To Dan Feng, the artistry in them was admirable. To you, it felt forced and unnecessary.

[jymwahuwu]

CW: yandere, (implied) forced breeding in the past, breastfeeding

After these: participate in the ceremony, his attitude towards dragon eggs

Imbibitor Lunae has prepared a warm "nest" for you, with a water bed, thick blankets, and controlled the humidity and temperature of the nest as much as possible. There are now… 5 dragon eggs. Now what you need to do is to take care of these dragon eggs hatching (does he really consider you as a breeding volunteer… think of him saying "stay here forever to take care of the dragon cubs", you put your face in your hands and sob.) Keep Warm them, flip the eggs occasionally, give them nicknames and tag them.

Imbibitor Lunae often checks on you and the dragon eggs, stroking their shells with his fingertips. Hearing their nicknames, his serious expression softened, and he even smiled. After half a month of incubation, the dragon cubs broke out of the eggs one after another. They have inherited his pearl blue dragon horns and tail. You are taken aback by the tail. He explained that the older Vidyadhara knew how to hide the tail, which was also a sign of strength. Baby dragons all snuggle up in your arms to keep warm, wagging their tails and sucking on your breast milk.

[lavandulawrites]

Hello, can req yandere sunday x fem reader x yandere danheng?

Voting

Yandere Sunday x reader x Dan Heng

This dynamic is rather interesting

Masterlist

Warnings: obsession, Dan Heng and Sunday have beef, possession, despair

Word count: 703

Golden eyes that held heavy burdens and emotions met pale blues brimming with calculation and weariness. Liquid gold swirled together with icy waters in a battle of jealousy and thinly veiled possession. The sound of the little bunny drowned out as they continued to explain the rules of the Express. Flutter of wings and sneering of fangs a clear sign of disdain, though only a single person caught on to it.

You swallowed thickly as the two men continued to stare into each others souls with hatred. The air around you buzzed with electricity and your throat closed in on itself like a snare. Cold sweat coated your temples as you adverted your gaze from the pair.

“So is everyone in favour for Sunday staying on the express?” the slightly screeching voice of the conductor snapped you out of your daze.

You turned to face them as you tried to ignore the tension in the air. The other members of the express nodded except from you and Dan Heng. You hesitated as your mind raked through different outcomes. You were on the losing end no matter what you answered.

March raised her eyebrows as she gave you a puzzled look. “What about you? [Name] what do you think?”

You swallowed as you felt the weight of the golden eyes. He was watching you with a unreadable gaze. You refused to met his gaze, at least not yet. Your molars crushed together tightly. “I don’t know” you said under your breath.

“You don’t know?” Himeko said. “Well, it’s okay if you aren’t sure yet. We still have Dan Heng who hasn’t given his answer” the red haired woman turned to said man.

Dan Heng’s eyes were fixated on Sunday as his eyes narrowed. “I have already made up my mind. I have done that a long time ago” his words harsh like the unforgiving winter wind. He turned around and found your eyes. He studied your expression for a bit before he looked at Himeko. “I don’t think we should let him stay. We don’t know if we can trust him” his voice had an icy edge to it and you could feel the iciness on your skin.

Sunday forced a chilling smile as he remind silent, but his dissatisfaction was clear as day.

“Four votes for, one isn’t sure and one against. Then it’s settled” PomPom declared. The rest of the Nameless left the room with PomPom in the lead.

The three of you stood in silence as you avoided their gazes. Your stared out of the large windows out on the countless stars. Penacony was grand in all its glory and you felt regret creeping over you like a looming monster. If only you never had stepped foot onto the planet of festivities.

After a few long minutes had passed, Sunday cleared his throat. “I look forward to travel with the Express, my dove” the winged man said with a velvety soft voice. You turned your head and looked at him over your shoulder. His smile was soft and his eyes gentle. You only hummed, before you turned back to gaze out of the window.

Dan Heng snorted sharply. “Don’t do anything you will regret, Sunday. I will keep my eyes on you” his words sharp as razors.

Sunday chuckled “No need to be so aggressive Dan Heng. I would never hurt my lovely little darling”.

Dan Heng sneered like the dragon he was and adverted his gaze. You could feel his baby blues boring into the back of your head.

“Calm down both of you” you sighed loudly as you cradled your head in your hands. You had grown weary of their bickering and hateful comments.

Invisible chains wrapped around your limbs like a hungry snake and weighed you down to the train. You glanced out the window as you saw your freedom spread its wings as it soared through the stars. You wanted to reach out for it, to make it stop, but you found yourself unable to. The cold familiar feeling of despair spread through your body like mould. It gnawed away at your nerves and cells, till nothing remained but a hollow shell remained. Oh were you fucked.

[madamofthestars]

Bad day emergency-Yandere Dan heng.

Tw- Yandere content.

🖤Dan heng knows that you are not having a good day.

🖤even without you verbally speaking it he could already tell and he wasn’t going to let it happen on his watch.

🖤after all you are his song bird and he doesn’t plan on ever letting you have a bad day.

🖤dan heng opened up his notebook containing all the details about you that he had written down.

🖤he headed toward a few different sections of his notebook that he had organized by sections for organizing purposes.

🖤Dan heng then proceeded to put his plan to action after making a phone call to a few of his darling’s friends.

🖤with his darling’s friends helping distract his darling he immediately gets to work on working out the other details.

🖤he set up his room up to provide a setting for watching some of his song bird favorite movies and shows.

🖤once that was set up with a few of his darlings favorite plushy and blankets, he proceeded to go set up a few more things.

🖤He went to buy some of the ingredients for his song birds comfort meal and dessert making sure to follow the recipe to a t.

🖤once that was done he simply waited for his darling to come back from the hangout with friends.

🖤He knew his song bird was home when he heard the door opening and his darling appearing in the hallway.

🖤Dan heng proceeded to show his song bird his small surprise as he spent the rest of the day with his song bird providing her some comfort during the day never leaving her side.

🖤He not much good when it comes to romantic gestures but for his darling he is willing to put in the work on doing them for his beloved song bird.

[41-kiraraaa]

ᥫ᭡. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫

⤷ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.: yandere dragon!dan heng x reader

⤷ 𝐭𝐰.: yandere behavior, possessiveness, obsessiveness, isolation/imprisonment, slight blood/gore

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.: dan heng has his draconian transformation aboard the express with you to watch over him. his desire for you had finally made him snap, and, now, there was no escape from your mate.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊

whenever trailblazing wore you out, you could count on dan heng to make sure nothing strayed too much out of order.

his constant watchfulness over you, march, and the trailblazer was nothing if not helpful and convenient should anything ever go awry, which it has, too many times in the past, but in your downtime on the express, you just wanted to be away from his scrutinizing, assessing gaze. you also didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, another person to worry for, and the thought of spending some time by yourself, without the presence of the other crew members, drew a sigh of relief from you.

you had promised yourself moments of rest after the stellaron mission in belobog, no matter how fleeting. with kafka and the stellaron hunters getting involved and sending the express crew to the xianzhou, you wanted to savor every moment you could in solidarity before you had to aid welt, march, and the trailblazer in their mission to seal the destructive core.

what you hadn’t expected, however, were the muffled sounds of pain coming from past march’s room and straight from the archives, where dan heng’s voice had echoed out in agony.

it hadn’t been long after the express was docked, and you rushed out of your room to make sure that your companion was unharmed.

after skidding to a halt at the doorway of dan heng’s makeshift room, you hurried past the open door, where himeko was bent over dan heng’s silently whimpering form, looking concerned.

when she noticed your entrance, her eyes flitted to you and she nodded, motioning for you to come over. you obliged, suspense and adrenaline racking in your system as you hunched over dan heng.

you’d thought that your eyes had deceived you when you had run through the door, but it seemed that the flash of green was indeed an extension of dan heng.

what you had glimpsed before when you were rushing in was a tail, whose fluffy tip was now pattering against the floor in obvious distress. what you hadn’t seen before, however, were his horns.

also a green hue, they extended upwards proudly, akin to branches of coral. they still seemed to be growing, as noted by his light breaths and whimpers of pain as you thought you imagined them coming up to be a little higher every time you blinked.

immediately you took charge, knowing that he would need a more comfortable place to be situated in, and you didn’t think that intruding on himeko’s space would please her all that much.

“i’ll take him back to my room,” you informed her, not realizing that you were too shaken by this whole ordeal until you heard your voice waver.

she gave you a nod of affirmation and, before you knew it, dan heng was on the edge of your bed and you were out of breath from helping himeko carry his deadweight. you tried pushing him to the middle of the bed for maximum comfort, and to minimize the risk of him falling off, but gave up when he didn’t budge and, instead, made the bedsheet wrinkle.

sighing, you turned back to him for a moment to check that everything in your room was orderly and that the door was closed after lugging him inside, which it was, but then a sudden weight came crashing down on you and you collapsed with a choked shout of surprise.

on top of you was the body of human, yet devoid of warmth, like a reptile. the pants and low growls resonating in your ear were most definitely human—the voice of an irreplaceable person in your life.

“d-dan heng!?” you exclaimed, trying to push yourself up, already in a plank and ready shake him off and book it for the door, but his weight and power pressed you down until you were flat against the ground, panting for air.

“you’re mine,” dan heng whispered, his voice husky and low and his breath hit against your ear. your breath caught in your throat at his proximity, and your struggles renewed as you pushed your back upward to try and shove him off.

a swift, unexpected bite to your throat ceased your struggling, and you lay limp on the floor at the pain that blossomed. the weight on your back was lifted off of you for a moment, but you couldn’t escape with your senses hyper-focused on the wound on the most sensitive part of your body.

dan heng was staring intently at your back, his objective dark, and, you couldn’t see it, but you could feel the desire emanating from his possessive, lustful gaze. your skin crawled with gooseflesh, and you gulped slightly, as unnoticeably as you could manage.

he dipped downward sharply soon after though, absentmindedly lapping at the blood streaming down your neck before it could reach the ground. it was too precious to waste, you were too delectable to pass up.

dan heng had thought that his feelings would be hidden from you forever, the desire to lock you away from the universe and have you safe from harm’s way. unfortunately, the life of a trailblazer was seldom easy, and you met life’s challenges with courage, even when your qualms and fears had a grip on your heart.

he always went out of his way to make that your life wasn’t being threatened, even when it seemed impossible. he was your shield, his cold, unyielding personality your preservation.

he needed to make sure that you had placed your trust in him fully, first and foremost and no one else.

if he was immovable, then what was there to threaten you? what was there to deny him from what he had kept himself from for so long? he craved you, ached for you, longed for you, but never showed an ounce of it through his words or actions, for fear of your rejection, of society’s caution around his amplified desire for you, strong enough to harbor hatred and murderous intent for anybody who so looked at you the wrong way. looked at you at all, even.

now though, he was finally discarding those frivolous thoughts of his concealment of desire for you, his draconian side emerging. after all, it was only normal to want your lover in every way, right?

his present, human, morally ambiguous but restrained side was miles away, the tsunamis of desire crashing into oceans of want and possessiveness making him realize that he wanted this so badly that he would die if he was without you for another moment. even blinking was made scarce, absorbing your ethereal, once ephemeral, form in to fully appreciate you in ways he couldn’t before.

his stone-cold, deadpan exterior had finally given way to his true self, more open to expressing his love and devotion for you, as the dragon in him coiled with the need to make sure that you were his forever.

so why were you struggling? couldn’t you tell that you were his mate? his to love and cherish forever? even if you didn’t think you loved him now, there was no way that he’d let you go, not when the both of you were finally alone, together, and safe.

carefully, gently, absurdly for the situation he had just subjected you to, he lifted you up in a bridal carry and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to curl into his strong embrace, or shimmy away from your captor.

once he settled on your bed, he bunched the covers up around you and him until you were both insulated and he could retain the warmth that you gave him. he had made sure you were comfortable, drawing the blankets up around you first and foremost and leaning over your form quite inquisitively, drinking in the most vulnerable side of you he had never gotten to appreciate properly and feeling a strange welling of wholesomeness in his heart at your figure, dwarfed by him and his twisted love for you.

after getting settled down, you couldn’t help but close your eyes sleepily, unsure as to why you were feeling so exhausted that your body would let your guard down around the beast that had possessed your friend. you would contemplate why you were allowing him such proximity, but your mind was too scrambled to discern if he was a threat or not, and it seemed as though your body had decided for you as you were his mate.

a hand from out of the blue descended upon your head and sharp nails massaged your scalp deeply, comfortingly, lovingly. they were careful not to draw blood or scratch you too hard, and your eyelids grew heavier still, and your ears gradually rose a barrier between you and the outside world, content in the embrace of someone you knew.

the wound in your neck hadn’t bothered you for a moment now, and you had half a mind to wonder why when a low croon came from above you. it seemed as though he was still watching you, with another hand descending to rub your cheek soothingly. the solace of his presence was unbearable for your rationality, and you let go all train of thought to give into him.

dan heng watched with satisfaction as you drifted off into slumber, pride welling in his chest at the level of trust you still had for him, even after his slightly unorthodox display of dominance.

after making sure that you were truly sleeping, deep inside the crevices of your mind and dreaming of him, no doubt, he lowered himself down into a space next to you, where he was able to hold you with your back to him and his arms wrapped tightly, possessively around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he possibly could.

a few seconds later though, he opted to drag his arms up higher until he was just right below your chest so that he could make way for his tail, which dipped under you and then coiled upwards to wrap around you, doubly secure and safely tucked in by his side.

although your blood had supplemented him some energy to get by for a little after his grueling transformation into a dragon, he was more than content with the prospect of regaining his full strength by resting by your side, knowing that nothing could ever take you away from him.

and afterwards, when his power was at its full glory, he’d prove to you that you’d never need to leave his side. ever.

and even if you insisted, tried clawing your way out of his embrace, tried to escape into a world with dangers lurking around every corner, ready to take you away from him, there was no way he would ever lose you, no way you would ever lose him.

your mate.

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[azen13]

Since Dan Heng is getting a rerun right now, do you have any yan thoughts about him?? He’s so silly…

CW: Yandere Themes

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He is so silly...I do love Dan Heng, he was actually my first main in HSR! I don't think I've posted much of him here though because I have literally no idea about any of the Xianzhou lore sldkjsdgsdg so bear with me lol.

I'm going to make a distinction between Dan Heng and Dan Feng here, as I think the two would have vastly different approaches to how they interact with a love interest. If we're talking about straight canon, the only thing that's changed is that Dan Heng is a yandere, then I think he's extremely subtle about it. First, because that's just his personality. Dan Heng isn't prone to histrionics; he's more practical. Second, because if he isn't, Himeko or Welt could notice, and then who knows what would happen. They might take you away from him, and he can't have that.

So he has to play it cool, keep his obsession undetectable. It shows up in small ways: how he always makes sure to be by your side during missions, even when the Trailblazer and March run off; how he lets you stay in his room whenever you'd like, even if it's just to hang out; how he holds your hand tightly whenever danger approaches, to the point where by now, your palm must be molded to the shape of his fingers. In a similar vein, he works to slowly mold your mind, doing his best to convince you that you can come to him with any problems or worries and he'll help you.

He starts making entries for you in the databank, chock full of your likes and dislikes, your habits, your routine, everything and anything. It's a strange hobby he almost seems to take pleasure in, compiling everything he knows about you. Anytime he learns something new, best believe he'll be heading off to his room to write it down and save it for later. Eventually, he starts using all of that information to his advantage: you like a certain scent? Soon enough, Dan Heng vaguely smells like it. You enjoy hugs? Dan Heng will awkwardly try to fold his arms around you back. You have a favorite food? Dan Heng makes it for you almost daily, until he's mastered it.

I will say he definitely struggles to fight against the draconic urge to hoard you away in his room. To try to tamp down that need, he develops a bad habit of stealing your belongings. Nothing big, just things you might not notice if they go missing. A piece of paper you scribble on, a pen cap that you chew on, a sock forgotten in the recesses of a dryer. He stows it away safely, somewhere nobody will ever find.

One day, he'll do the same with you. Only you'll come alone willingly.

[hana-no-seiiki]

LOVER BOY

soft yandere! dan heng x gn! reader (ft. stelle & march)

“Perhaps if you . . . “

“Not now, 哥.” You cut off closest friend’s remark. A friend that teetered on not being one ever since an incident not too long ago.

“But — “

You turned around, finally looking at him for the first time since his wrongdoing. “Dan Heng.”

Your glare immediately shut him up, making his usual poker face falter. And a certain lower part of his rise once again.

“Wow, what’s got them mad?” March questioned as you stomped past her and Stelle. You were usually incredibly patient. In the team, you were usually the parent figure that kept them from turning feral or getting into fights whenever Himeko or Welt wasn’t around. Seeing you mad for once was surprising.

Not to mention kind of hot.

Stelle crossed her arms. “Dan Heng most likely.” If the guilt written all over his face was all she had to go off of.

“It was not me.” Dan Heng snapped at them. But then sighed after a couple of seconds, “I think.”

“So it was you.” March covered her mouth, gasping. She always thought she or Stelle would be the first to piss you off, never straight-man Dan Heng. “Have you . . . tried saying sorry?”

“Along with offering advice, yes.”

“You must have really messed up big time if they refused that. What did you do?”

“. . .” Dan Heng remained silent for a suspicious amount of time. Almost a minute passed before he decided to reply, “It’s best you don’t know.”

“Keep your secrets then, Lover Boy.” The grey haired girl waved him off. The one thing in her mind being to take this opportunity to hang out with you without him threatening her with his spear. “Let’s go, March. Think my chances of stealing [Y/N] away raised after all this?”

“I wouldn’t count on that . . . but I’d love to see you try!”

Dan Heng made one long exhale.

Perhaps if he actually used lubricant instead of an enhancement paste next time you’d be less angry at him?

Gē - 哥 - Bro ( in Chinese )

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©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[yanderehsr]

Hello! Do you mind doing yandere hcs for jingyuan, dan heng and blade with a nilou! Reader?? Just a friendly and warm person who always offers support and loves making people happy with their dancing <3 (bonus points if you keep the hydro sword/dance powers and lotus themes)

Sure, hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder

Jing Yuan: The day he first saw you was a day he would never forget, you were dancing on that stage with such grace that he could feel his throat dry out. he made sure to visit you backstage when you were done, to thank you for such a wonderful performance.

What Jing Yuan wasn't expecting was the kindness you showed him and how humble you were. You said that there was still so much for you to learn, nonsense, you were already perfect. This is what he needed in his life, someone like you, someone who can make his heart beat as fast as it is now, someone he wants to come home to and eat a homecooked meal with, he had to have you.

"Good morning my sweet flower, do you have a headache, maybe I should've been more careful when knocking you out. Anyways, welcome home"

Dan Heng: He became awestruck when he witnessed you in a fight, how water flowed under your command and how you slashed your sword, it looked like you were dancing, he can't remember but he thinks he saw a flower as well, truly befitting of such a beautiful person.

Dan Heng follows you into every battle, making sure to protect you, his heart beats whenever you give him that kind smile and check for any injuries on him, that same heart growls in rage as he sees you treat others with the same compassion, he can only take this for so long until he snaps and brings you home.

"I love you, more than you could ever imagine, my heart yearns for you like no other, but you need to realise that you need no one but me in your life"

Blade: He loved it all, your kindness and compassion, your beauty and grace. Everything about you was something he admired and loved. And he wanted it all for himself, to have you in his grasp and never let go.

Blade could see the despair in your eyes as you watch each and everyone of your friends and family die, one by one, you try to help them of course, you try to stand up and fight against him, but in the face of Blade's overwhelming power, there is nothing you can do as he claims his price, You.

"Why are you looking at me like that, all I did was remove the pests surrounding you"