#dan heng headcanons

[x-lunawrites-x]

Dan Heng's Situationship

He has feelings for you. You have feelings for him. You're dating. Neither one of you knows that you are.

I firmly believe that once he realizes he likes you, Dan Heng just doesn't tell you about his feelings for you. No he's not doubting himself, neither is he waiting for his feelings to go away. He's just nervous he might make you uncomfortable by involving you in this.

Now that doesn't mean that he's just gonna look at you from a distance and do nothing. He'll eventually open up a bit more, maybe engaging in little chats or conversations whenever you meet, memorizing details about you that you randomly tell him.

Eventually as he gets bolder, I think he'd start to talk to you about his own interests or ask you to run errands with him. Maybe he'll give you little trinkets or gifts, to which you reply by giving him things that you think he'd like.

This back and forth of gifts and nice gestures goes on for some time and it naturally evolves into you both always looking out for the other, to him falling asleep on your shoulder, to holding hands when people aren't around. It doesn't really hit you both that you might be "dating" until a certain incident

It was almost noon. You and Dan Heng had been running errands all day and by noon, you were both exhausted. You ended up settling for the comfortable sofas in the main cabin to relax, both of you sitting down with his head leaning towards your shoulder, hands intertwined with one another. It was a relaxing moment and since no one was around, you could both indulge in each other's presence.

That's when March barged in the room in a hurry, took one glace at the both of you and started jumping up and down.

"OH MY GOD YOU TWO? REALLY?"

You're both a bit confused. You hadn't really thought to put a label on what you had, but was this out of the ordinary?

"what are you saying...?" Dan Heng is legitimately scared. Did he take it too far? Are you ok with this?

"I mean everyone kinda knew you were into each other but—"

Your mind doesn't even register the rest of the sentence. Was that what this was? You look back at Dan Heng and he's already looking at you with a confused expression.

Were you the last to find out your feelings for each other?

[drunkenlionwrites]

hi! i love Sampo and saw you write for him, but you can do this with whoever you feel comfortable writing for (i wouldnt mind seeing it for the other characters you listed!)

but what do you think their thoughts on pegging/being pegged is like? or maybe who's most-to-least open to trying it? ^-^ (no preference for the type of reader also!)

Hmmm nonnie. That’s such a nice prompt! I really like it! I’ll write for all of 3 boys I have written for so far. From most-to-least open to try it. 💖

HSR boys (Sampo, Gepard and Dan Heng) pegging headcanons Warnings: smut, pegging obv, g/n reader, no reader body parts mentioned

Sampo

I don’t even know if it’s worth commenting about. Sampo’s the guy who is open to everything. His credo is “don’t refuse until you’ve tried”. So, you don’t even need any convincing to do. Just bring the topic up, and he’ll agree after 3 seconds of thinking about it.

I’m also sure that pegging is something he’d really enjoy and will bring it up a lot, asking you to peg him or at least finger fuck him.

If you’re having sex at home or in hotel – he’s shameless. Will moan and beg for more, while he strokes his cock for even more stimulation.

He likes it the most with you on top, pushing his knees up to his chest, and thrusting inside him with strap while sliding between his legs and grabbing the back of his thighs. This way you can also see his fucked-out eyes and the way he unashamedly pants and moans while opening his mouth prettily.  

Sampo will also be into you finger-fucking his ass or using a toy on him when you suck him out. Though he’ll cum much faster if you do that, so if you want to tease more it’ll be too much for him.

Gepard

Yeah, the shy and uptight noble boy can also be persuaded to be pegged, though not nearly so easily as Sampo.

The first time you mention it, there’s a big possibility that Gepard doesn’t even know what ‘pegging’ is, so you’ll need to explain it to him, watching as his face becomes more and more flushed as he gets flustered.

He’ll refuse the idea in the beginning, but there’s a beg chance that he can think back to the idea at some point.

I headcanon that Gepard is a subby guy or at least a switch, so during one of the passionate lovemaking sessions with you in charge he’ll ask you, shyly, if you still want to try ‘the thing’ you talked about some time ago, having some difficulties naming what ‘the thing’ was.

Once you understand what he means, you’ll chuckle at him and will promise to try it some other time so that you can prepare him properly.

I also believe that during the first time Gepard will be too flustered to face you, so the position with him facing away, like doggy or jockey would be best, so he can save some dignity not outright showing his red and blissed out face.

He may ask for you to peg him from time to time since that, and I’ll believe he will become more confident in himself with time to open up to you more.

Dan Heng

The less likely to agree to pegging is for sure Dan Heng. He’s more on the vanilla + dom side, so I don’t really think it’s something he’ll be interested in

He’s the one to look at you with straight face and just say ‘no’ 😭

I’m not saying it’s completely impossible, but not highly likely. I’m sure that you and High Elder of the Luofu can do a lot of other kinky stuff in bedroom.

[eggluverz]

hey~ fellow writer here!

Do you have some modern/college au Dan Heng x F! Reader head-canons? Your writing literally fixes my writer's block tysm!!!! Maybe once I get my life together we can be writing friends :)

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dan heng college au headcanons

PAIRING. dan heng x f!reader

GENRE. modern au, college au, fluff

SOF'S NOTE. HI HI FELLOW WRITER :3 ty for the req i hope u enjoy these random college hc's hehe + i hope u can get thru ur writers block soon 🥺 and we can be friends even if ur not in a writing phase rn !! i def don't mind, new friends are always welcome 🩵🩵

dan heng seems quiet, but he is definitely not shy

he joins a few clubs that he has sincere interests in and attends the meetings pretty regularly 

he mets you in one of them 

you’re paired together for an awkward club bonding activity but somehow hit it off

from there you hang out on-campus together

study sessions in the library, late night fast food runs, early morning cafe meetings… you easily become a big part of his life and he enjoys every moment of it 

he is not much of a party person, but he will go with you if you ask

the frat bros try to get him to rush but he isn’t interested in joining (he has enough on his plate as is)

when he’s at a party with you, he holds your drink and watches over it when you go to the bathroom

if you ever look uncomfortable with a guy trying to dance with you, dan heng is there by your side in an instant

he has 100% had to pretend to be your boyfriend to get persistent men off your back

one night you ask “what if you really were my boyfriend?” 

dan heng wonders if you’re asking sincerely or as a joke, but you just smile and giggle instead of elaborating 

dan heng is a diligent student and enjoys his studies 

however he will get sidetracked during study sessions by going down random, semi-related rabbit holes instead of the actual topic at hand

dan heng is an avid proponent for office hours

he will go whenever he has questions or ideas 

he offers to go with you if you get too nervous to go alone

he walks you to the professor’s office and waits outside for you to finish, giving you a small pep talk and gentle squeeze on your arm to calm your nerves 

dan heng is supportive and sweet and everything you’d want in a bf :3

during stressful times when it feels like everything in the world has piled up (projects are due, exams are coming, group presentations are scheduled), he feels like he can come to you for comfort

you’re both drowning in work but at least it’s together <3 and you always remind him to take breaks when he needs

once, when he was really swamped with work and extracurriculars, he became too stressed and got sick 

you make him a care package with some medicine, cough drops, tissues, tea packets, honey, and a little teddy bear to keep him company

you come over to make him soup even though he says not to bc he doesn’t want to get you sick

you wear a mask and come over anyway, not wanting your best friend to be alone while he’s both stressed and sick

“don’t forget to take care of yourself,” you say worriedly, wiping the sweat of his forehead with a cool cloth and serving him some soup in bed (you’re in college so the soup is just chicken flavored ramen with egg added, but it’s the thought that counts)

dan heng realizes how grateful he is that he has you

in his sick and dazed stupor he says he wants to be your boyfriend and kisses your cheek

you ask if he really means it

dan heng’s eyes widen when he realizes what he just said but he didn’t take it back. he meant it, after all 

“yes, i mean it. will you be my girlfriend?”

you get so excited you nod and kiss him, forgetting he’s sick

you catch his cold the next day but easily decide it was worth it :3 

[seivsite]

LOST STARS.

includes: dan heng x gn!reader. tiny spoilers because it’s dan heng, not proofread, unedited — wc: 204

The night felt cold, a delightful chill enveloping their bodies. The wind whispered softly, caressing the rustling leaves. The stars gleamed brilliantly while the full moon illuminated the night, revealing its enchanting beauty, often overlooked in favour of the comforts of slumber.

Two solitary figures sat beneath the night sky, nestled upon a blanket, shielding themselves from the prickly embrace of the grass. You had extended an invitation to Dan Heng, yearning to escape the demands that burdened you both and simply find solace in one another’s company.

In the midst of the tumultuous affairs plaguing Xianzhou, Dan Heng found no respite. Upon recovering his memories, albeit unwittingly, the weight of his former responsibilities reclaimed him, rendering him more occupied than ever before.

You made the decision to break the silence, mustering the courage to speak.

“Hmm, Dan Heng,” you started, turning your gaze towards the Vidyadhara, who responded by tilting his head ever so slightly, acknowledging your summon.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you murmured, lifting your eyes to behold its radiance.

“Indeed, it does,” he replied softly.

Little did you know, his words were meant for you, not the moon, for he stared at you with affectionate eyes, brimming with love.

NOTES. made this a while ago, this is a repost lolz

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[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Playing games with HSR men

who?

╰┈➤ Blade, Dan heng, Gepard, Sampo, Jing yuan

situation?

╰┈➤ your daily quality time with them !

✎ HEADCANONS ONLY!! This is short toooooo I'll put the title first before the gifs bcs why not 🤌🏻 my other posts are already edited, enjoy!! Check it out if you have the time to do so 🫸🏻🫷🏻

: ̗̀➛ DAN HENG

Dan heng for some reason gives off the quiet but pro gamer type, so whenever you decide to play games with him instead of going out he would win without even trying and the only time you'll ever win is when he lets you because he feels bad, he just doesn't know what the word losing & defeat is when it comes to games.

: ̗̀➛ BLADE

Blade doesn't seem to like games but he actually tries some when he has nothing to do, so when you challenge him to prove him that you're better than him when it comes to games, you lose to him for about five times and that was the most embarrassing day for you. He assured you that it's not a big deal but it really was because of your competitive ass.

: ̗̀➛ JING YUAN

Jing yuan doesn't have time for games but when you told him that you wanted to play games with him, he really tried his best to learn it for you so the next time you play he won't lose. He wasn't a fast learner that you tutored him for weeks and when he's finally good at the game that you're playing you would challenge him everyday, there are times where you still win but there are also times where it's a tie.

: ̗̀➛ GEPARD

Gepard is really good at games because he and his sister would always play it when they were younger but he's not competitive like you. Actually he's the one who would feed your competitive ass by letting you win every time, he doesn't care about the game and he wants you to win no matter what because in the end all he cares about is how it makes you genuinely happy and that's what he wants.

: ̗̀➛ SAMPO

Sampo is competitive just like you, your relationship with him doesn't exist when you're playing against each other. He won't let you win easily and play a fair game with him, sometimes he'll try to cheat to win but you'd always find out and tease him afterwards about how he's scared to lose to you. There are times when you win and there are times when he wins, it's the best quality time that you do together.

[spoiled-milk]

dan heng as your roommate (modern au)

a/n: in compliance with dan heng’s five star release being yesterday here’s brainrot for my beloved also praying that those who pull for dan heng win their 50/50 or get him early (it took me 80 pity with guaranteed 😭😭). will be mia so i can farm more stellar jades for his weapon since he wanted to come home on hard pity

content warning: mentions of alcohol consumption, other than that none that i can think of. no mention of reader's gender

word count: ~1k words

you share a small apartment with dan heng. you used to share it with one of your friends, but a sudden job opportunity for them turns into you frantically finding a roommate to fill so that you’re not paying the full price of the rent next month

you find dan heng through one of your friend’s friend. March (your friend) knew someone with grey hair who then gave dan heng your details since he was looking for a place to live

you two officially meet at a coffee shop where you discuss rent, house rules, and the lease and you did not expect him to be hella attractive

rules are as follows: there’s a chore list on the fridge in the form of dry erase board, if bringing over friends you must let the other know before you bring them over, no going into the other person’s room without their knowledge, and keep hooking up to a minimum if possible or keep it quiet

at first he seemed like a quiet guy who wanted nothing to do with you which like didn’t hurt your feelings too much yk you just needed someone to pay half of the rent, but slowly he starts to open up to you and you have no problems opening up

usually you take turns cooking, but he’s come to realize you only know how to make is boxed food and breakfast foods, so after eating waffles for the 12th time that week he decides he’ll cook dinner for the most part

dan heng without fail will always give you the last piece of anything he makes. dumplings? you can have the last one. 12 pack of juice in the fridge? he won’t even go get more unless you drink the last one. you make brownies as a token of appreciation for him and insist you don’t want any and all of it is for him? you find the last piece tucked away in the fridge with your name on it

he makes it a point to do the dishes together. at first he argued that he could do it but after much begging from you, he allows you to help him rinse the dishes

this has become a nearly every night thing. you eat whatever dan heng makes then y’all do the dishes. most of the time you’re doing the talking, but it’s not exhausting to talk to him like you talk to others

you don’t know much about his past but he sure does knows a lot about your past. you’re sure march probably unintentionally spilled about your past, but you don’t really mind knowing it’s just dan heng. march has told you to ask him but when you do, he softly shuts it down

it doesn’t hurt your feelings of course. you understand that everyone has their secrets and no one is entitled to his, but it does hurt a little that he doesn’t seem like he wants to tell you since you thought you were getting pretty close as friends

oftentimes at the end of a stressful week, you find some movie on some streaming service and crash on the couch with snacks littering the coffee table. sometimes dan heng will come join you on the couch to whatever movie you put on, regardless of genre. rom com? he’s got his eyes glued to the screen. some environmental documentary about the gas leaks that effect a underprivileged community? he’s sat next to you nodding his head to the tv like a middle aged dad

most of the time you fall asleep in the middle of these movies and most of the time when you wake up in the middle of the night you either find yourself covered with a fluffy blanket or you find yourself in your bed with no memory of how you got there. you suspect dan heng carried you there, but you’ve never had the courage to ask him

there was one time when you woke up from sleeping in the middle of the movie and the tv was left on to the end credit scene. you reach for the remote next to you and turn off the tv. you start to shift a little but then you notice a weight next to you, it’s your roommate. he’s got an arm around your waist and he’s pulling you closer to him

you’re too tired to properly comprehend the situation so you let it happen. you lean your head towards his chest and end up falling asleep listening to dan heng’s heartbeat. when dan heng woke up that morning realizing what had happened, he could not look you in the eye for a week without blushing

he also takes care of you whenever you come home shitfaced from an outing or get shitfaced by yourself with 3 bottles of soju. it doesn’t happen often and you try not to drink often, but when you decide to go out, dan heng somehow knows that you’ve been out drinking and will always be at home waiting for your return

your friends drop you off at your apartment and dan heng helps you into bed. he takes a baby wipe and wipes off any dirt on your face. he’s so gentle with it that it honestly feels like a dream. you lowkey cherish it every single time, it feels so intimate that you wish he meant it in that way and not as just a friend

just as you’re losing consciousness, dan heng gets close to you but your vision is slightly blurring so you’re not sure what he’s up to, but you trust dan heng 100% to not take advantage of you

as you scrunch your eyebrows you feel something soft press against your cheek and then once again on your forehead. they’re brief and short, but you can feel your body get hotter and hotter, not even sure if it’s the alcohol or dan heng (or both maybe)

you pray that your big crush on him isn’t obvious but march tells you otherwise. so now you only hope that dan heng can’t tell but honestly it’s really hard to read his feelings, but you’re not sure how long you can keep up this “he’s just my roommate” act to your friends and yourself

[yunxi-11085]

foxian caelus (previous life) x Dan Heng

note ; (Dan Feng is Dan Heng's previous incarnation) he will be refered to as ying yue = his chinese pinyin

tw ; some of the characters may or may not be OOC I'm writing this sleep deprived no beta so good luck 🤞

it's been a week since I last opened Tumblr (ignore the times I went here to look at fics made by others instead)

if you didn't know already! foxians live 300-400 years and according to xianzhou standards; they're a short-lived species. fun fact : yukong is 246 years old meaning she's a kinda old lady now!

I don't know whether to refer caelus to his chinese pinyin name (qiong) like I would with Dan Heng's (ying yue) because I don't think readers would be familiar with it 🥹

let's start then??

"ying yue?" a familiar voice said, it was soothing to his ears as always.

"mhm?" the vidyadhara asked. looking up at the gold eyes of the foxian. sometimes— the dragon might find himself lost in those pretty, gleaming pupils.

"the tea is pleasant, truly isn't it?" the silver-haired man smiled. ying yue felt his heart flutter at that. it was no fair that foxians had the most beauty in all, or every species.

"of course, these are the new tea leaves that are popular as of now" the vidyadhara replied, tapping at the teacup. the foxian hummed, unconsciously his furry tail wagged while his eyes sparkled. it was no surprise when the latter absolutely adored the dragon.

the dragon followed the motion of the tail and smiled, it was adorable when foxians are excited.

qiong, smiled back. he leaned in, while his hands reached out to caress the latter on the cheek, the dragon leaned into the touch.

"it's no fair vidyadharas are so pretty" he mumbled aloud, the mentioned man laughed and replied "if vidyadharas are pretty, than foxians are heavenly"

the silver-haired flushed red at that comment, he huffed covered his face with his hand.

˚ · .

the two chatted on and on that time passed so fast, and it was already time to leave.

qiong mentioned he needed to do something, and no one should accompany him

"make sure you come back safe and sound, qiong"

"I will always come back silly" the foxian laughed like what the dragon had said was a joke.

but—

this time, he didn't come back

the vidyadhara could only wait centuries apon centuries— yet the only thing that remained was that charm. a small little charm that could only be hung on your necklace

˚ · .

a black haired man boarded the astral express, named Dan heng. he was quiet and reserved, and was very secretive about his past. he bore earrings with— a certain charm

when a silver-haired boy wakes up in the herta space station during a crisis,

Dan heng freezes for a second when he saw him— although Dan heng is reborn as well, he still has some memories of his past life. including ones of a certain silver-haired.

no, he shouldn't be thinking this right now. someone's life is at stake here. when he attempted CPR, before they even touched— he awoke

Dan Heng realizes—

caelus doesn't remember, he looks at Dan heng straight in the eye with no reaction and just curiousity— unlike Dan Heng's memories, where a long silver-haired foxian looked at him with affectionate eyes. calling out to him with a somber smile on his face.

he recalled that it was the last time he saw the silver-haired foxian

the more times they spend with each other, the more Dan heng wakes up in cold sweat when he recalls his past

in fact, these memories could mean something. Dan Heng felt his dragon instincts pop out more often than it should be, the times he had to swallow a growl when a stranger— leaned too close for his liking to caelus.

maybe this is something he could stop. but not when the two are alone in a room, the dark haired man couldn't help but bite and mark the smaller and take him as his own.

during the trip to xianzhou, when Dan heng reunited with the 3. march wanted to take pictures with a few props, it was a new stand he recalled that tingyun put up for trailblazers and travellers like luocha and the astral express.

"Dan heng?" he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the person who called his name. march

"look at caelus! isn't he so cute?" he looked at caelus, who is now bearing— fox ears headband on his head.

he freezes, it's almost like a common occurance to remember his past life because of a certain silver-haired boy.

that day, only the silver-haired could comfort him

okay I might be going a little crazy but I saw a Twitter fanart and I had to write this

I think this just counts as imagines?? I don't have time to write a whole fic so here's smth ig😭 sorry if the pacing is weird I'm slepy

I might plan to write more for the foxian caelus x Dan Feng part because I felt like I wrote too little

[angelismmm]

bff head empty but

IL dan heng and dan heng teaming up against you 🤭🤭

୨ ୧ pairing. dan heng il + dan heng x gn!reader

୨ ୧ synopsis. 3some, thats it, i kinda discuss their kinks seperately too

୨ ୧ a/n: i rmeebebe talking abt tis before and how bad i wanted to write ab them just being in a 3some w reader bc 💔💔 update 4-5 days later: wow holy shit idk what possessed me but im writing it now

୨ ୧ warnings. breeding, creampie, 3some, 2 dick dan heng il, sex basically ><, when i say 'hole' in this instance, just take it as like the ass hole, thank you

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）dan heng il

kind of a meanie honestly.. like sure he's sweet and intimate in the moment but he's quite rough. probably makes you ride his thigh if you smiled at someone else too much

orgasm denial: he probably loves to edge you, the way you just beg him to finish you up already has him as hard as a rock again!!

overstimulates you just to see your pretty little expression go cross-eyed!! i've probably made it kind of clear he likes it when you beg, but please beg him for more and he'll go wild

like i said, he loves it when you beg, something just turns him all the way up when you start to plead for him to go slower, he will go faster, no warning no nothing, just hunger in his eyes

praise kink (giving): he just can't help but praise you when you really are doing so good! the way your hole just clenches around him, not even letting him out, he just knows his good pet wants some more loads inside them!

i just know his tongue is LOOOONG. and he abuses the HELL out of that fact. like when he eats/sucks you off he just knows all the right spots.

unlike dan heng, dan heng il whines a ton, maybe higher pitched moans, but you know, but i just know bro is loud.

back to overstimulation thought train, he would make you cum over and over again 'till tears come out your pretty eyes! probably loves it so much, it's not that when you cry out of stress he gets turned on yk, but when you cry because one of his dicks treat you so good you start to sob your eyes out?! now that! is what turns him on.

literally loves it when you both are done, like he just came another load into you, loves seeing you just so shaken up, just wants you to make you so sensitive a single touch could make you cream on his cock

"oh fuck— you're doing so good for me honey.." he said, lightly grabbing your head farther down his shaft, while your other hand stroked his second cock, precum already dripping down to the floor. he couldn't help but let praise slip past his lips, it's been maybe an hour? roughly 2 sure. he loved the way your pretty head bobbed up and down, taking all of him in, ahh he just loves you so much! might as well reward your pretty mouth with his seed<3

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）dan heng

probably more on the soft side! would rather die than ever hurt you!!

is all about body worship ngl.. like he'd say that your body is his kink, just everything about it yk?!?!

tbh dan heng just that kind of guy to not really use sex/intimacy as a way to take out his anger on you BUT when he starts to use his mouth on you it's a different story. like he'd suck/eat you out like he hasn't ate anything in DAYSSSS.

dan heng just that kind of guy to praise the hell out of you as well!! literally just wants to tell you how good you've been for him, taking all of him in, just goes crazy for it!!

his moans are angelic as FUCK. like i wish i could say more, if i could i would, but hearing them is like a blessing from heaven itself.

lives for skin-to-skin contact, ngl!!!!!! will kiss you anywhere and everywhere his lips can reach, moans your name so angelically too

his hands will be wandering everywhere too haha, oh but he seriously loves putting hickeys on your precious neck, especially in the most exposed spots that he knows other people will see. but he would never call the pretty marks on your neck hickeys, he'd say they're more like.. love bites!

❀ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈）dan heng il + dan heng :0

it's like having 2 softies being a bit mean too. cuz damn 3 dicks is alot!

and i have 3 holes

and oh boy are you in for a lot.

but first off, let's talk about aftercare! aftercare is important to both of them, they both wanna make sure you're okay yk?!?! constant praise from the both of them too cuz not everyone can take in 3 dicks fr!!!

oh but you guys go on and on and on, like before you guys move on to another round, again, they'll ask if you're still up for it cuz they aren't that mean!! but if you say you are they'll really give you another round, and i mean a really harsh another round.

please please. they both love it when you pull their hair, it's just like, a mutual thing between them. especially when dan heng il is the one doing wonders with that tongue of his.

just mess dan heng's hair up, like um, just make his hair absolutely messy, and he'd fall to his knees and be yours

tbh dan heng probably never expected to threesome with the love of his life, and him..self? idk, just think lik they're 2 diff people for the sake of this fanfic.

dan heng il was so busy with your hole just clenching around his cock, just putting you into a mating press just to see the white circle around his shaft when he pulls out, every now and then, you make eye contact with the cutie across the room on the edge of the bed stroking his cock to the sight of.. i guess himself in a dragon-human form going down on you? well, it doesn't help all that much looking at your boyfriend dan heng for 'help', dan heng il got your hands held down by his tail :P

not rly tagteaming ish, but id rather it be like this than reader getting pounding every way possible

[estellemusings]

HSR-Scenarios

Dan Heng HC

What he loves..

Dan Heng loves you

Dan Heng loves how your hands fit perfectly intwined with his

Dan Heng loves that you fit perfectly in his arms whenever you cuddle

Dan Heng loves when you smile and laugh, he just wants you always to be happy

Dan Heng loves watching you tell him how your day goes

Dan Heng loves your soft lips, and every time he kisses you he couldn't help but crave more

Dan Heng loves how strong you are, regardless he wants to protect you

Dan Heng love your little quirks that you hate

Dan Heng loves everything you

© telle's musing

5-02-23

[cherrycrate]

Muted Desire - Dan Heng x Reader

Chapter 5!

“Sampo?” you asked. He clapped and a light emanated from his hands. If you hadn’t been completely overwhelmed with seeing him in front of you, you almost would have asked him what trick he had used to light the fire in his palm. “I thought-” you looked him up and down. It was Sampo. Good old Sampo. He hadn’t changed a bit, apart from growing taller and changing his style around. Messy hair, eyes you trusted and mistrusted at the same time - so welcoming, so vicious. Was your mind poisoned? Were you hallucinating beyond the point of help?

“I was dead?” he laughed, stepping forward with his arms extended to the sides. “Well, good news! I’m not!”

I couldn't help myself - I have been writing chapters like I have nothing else to do (I do. I am just terribly inefficient in real life affairs-)

Thank you so much for reading it as always!! Love ya!!

[x-lunawrites-x]

Sleepy Headcanons

Dan Heng+naps is one of my favorite combinations so I wrote some of my blurbs

Dan Heng often gets nightmares and everyone on the crew is worried. He obviously says it's fine but it's not. But he has a very 'peculiar' way of avoiding nightmares...

His method is to, surprise surprise, just not sleep. He keeps on working for as long as his body can manage until he physically can't stay awake anymore. The crew knows about this and has told him to take care of himself but he hasn't really changed his ways. (seriously boy wtf are you doing?)

That's when you came along and you somehow have a way of forcing him convincing him to get some rest. So now he doesn't sleep unless 1 of the 3 things happens:

he just passes out when sitting down somewhere. Like somewhere on the archive room floor or on the Astral express' extra comfy sofas or really just any type of chair.

he's sick or injured or is being forced to rest by the crew. He's lying down and probably on some sort of medication or painkiller that's making him sleepy so he might as well sleep, right?

you force him to. You have to take him by hand, basically drag him to his "room", make him lie down on his "bed", make yourself comfortable next to him and just cuddle the poor boy to sleep.

He tries to resist, obviously, but you don't give in. He needs to get some rest and if you have to forcibly make him do that, with cuddles and head scratches, then so be it.

He sometimes acts annoyed or inconvenienced or says that he has better things to do than do this, but he almost purrs when you massage his scalp to help him fall asleep. Terrible liar.

Makes you promise him that you'll wake him up in half an hour. You agree as your hand rubs relaxing circles on his back. The next thing he knows is waking up, looking at the clock then back at your long-asleep figure in his own arms. It has been 4 hours. He has wasted 4 hours.

He can't help but smile though, he feels refreshed and you're so damn cute in his sheets. He decides he doesn't wanna wake you up so he relaxes his body again, lying next to you until you wake up, or until he falls asleep again. Whichever comes first.

[anushkab2711]

Unfinished Dan Feng.

To me the xianzhou loufu / high cloud quintet, story / arc / quest, sound like a plot of very sad danmei novel . And I am here for it ! It's so fun ☺️

[milkloafy]

if u do hcs, what type of kid is dan heng in highschool? bc i feel like he's everyone's adopted introvert (i want him, argenti, boothill, and jing yuan to be a friendgroup >:))

he runs on caffeine and academic validation 🥺

-🦋anon

I AGREE BUTTERFLY ANON black coffee and 4.0+ gpa for days 🥹🥹 also welcome new nonnie :3

some random hs!dan heng headcanons for u (warning very american bc i went to school in usa LOL):

dan heng is definitely an honor roll student; only takes honors and ap classes

he’ll study and pass all his ap tests with a 5 😭

i do see dan heng as someone who cares more about learning than grades. he’ll study enough to ace the class/test, but he doesn’t really care enough to commit it to memory

but for topics he enjoys (which is most tbh) he’ll love learning all about it

i can see him liking either science or english classes the most LOL

the data collection/lab part of chem and bio gets him excited 💀

dan heng looooves writing essays especially research ones or analysis of books

helps his friends study 🥺

dan heng draaaags caelus/stelle’s ass to the library and tries to get them to focus but it usually doesn’t work

he’s in student government with jing yuan, argenti, boothill, march 7th LMFOAODOD idk i can just see them in student gov😭

boothill and argenti would be causing trouble while dan heng and jing yuan are trying to actually hold the student body meeting

dan heng would be the secretary or treasurer of student gov

dan heng kinda gives me baseball kid and band kid vibes 🤣 he’s athletic, smart, creative, in student government….

4 year unis would love him LOL

that’s all i can think of for now hehe but pls feel free to share any more u have!! 🫶

[seivsite]

A NIGHT WITH YOUR BF.

includes: dan heng x fem!reader. fluff to suggestive, it went from 0 to 100 rq, spoilers bc it’s dan heng’s lore — wc: 589

Dan Heng possesses a dragon form, yet he has never revealed his true appearance to anyone. It’s quite embarrassing, to be honest. Since he has only recently regained his memories and powers, he has not yet attained his full potential in his dragon form.

Currently, he can maintain his half-human, half-dragon form, but he can only transform into a small and adorable dragon that could easily be mistaken for a household pet.

It’s unfortunate that his beloved girlfriend has been persistently urging him to reveal his dragon form, but he feels extremely embarrassed and shy about the idea. His face turns red as she continues to pester him, tightly gripping his arm.

“C’mon Dan Heng~” she pleads, using her best puppy-dog eyes. “I promise I won’t laugh, if that’s what you’re worried about!”

“Why do you want to see it so badly?” he murmured shyly. “It’s not as if your life depends on me revealing it to you.”

“Pretty please,” she begged, now cupping his face in her hands. His face grew even redder than before as he averted his gaze. Reluctantly, he agreed.

“Fine, but only for a minute.” he sighed.

Dan Heng transformed into his dragon form, and his partner’s reaction overwhelmed him. She embraced him tightly, showering him with kisses and affectionate gestures.

“You’re so cute! You look like an amazing cuddle buddy,” she exclaimed, as she buried his face in her neck. In this form, his senses were heightened, and he could smell her sweet scent, which enticed him to move even closer.

After a minute had passed, Dan Heng unexpectedly reverted back to his half human-dragon form, inadvertently trapping his beloved girlfriend in his arms. He pushed her onto the bed, holding her wrists beside her head, and planted an abrupt kiss on her lips.

“Hmph—?!”

Dan Heng continued to kiss her passionately, his hands moving to her neck and waist, while she wrapped hers around his neck.

He then trailed his kisses from her lips to her ear, continuing down to her neck and collarbone. Finally, he marked her with a gentle bite, leaving his mark on her skin.

“Dan Heng..” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Mhm, you smell so sweet.” He gently pecked her sweet spot before proceeding to suck on it, eliciting soft sounds of pleasure from her.

He suddenly ceased his actions, a teasing smirk appearing on his face. “Payback for earlier,” he said playfully, enjoying the moment of lightheartedness.

She blushed, lightly smacking his shoulder while covering her face with her hands.

“That’s mean,” she grumbled, but her protest was interrupted as Dan Heng gently moved her hands away from her face and leaned in to kiss her lips once more.

She couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, so she cherished the kiss, holding him close. Slowly, her hands moved down his chest, eventually reaching his abs, as she explored his physique Dan Heng pulled away.

“Can I... nevermind,” he started to say, but she interrupted him with a breathy plea. “Please... I want you right now,” she exhaled.

“Okay, you asked for it.” he responded, before proceeding to passionately make love to her for the remainder of the night.

“Dan Heng... my legs are numb,” she complained, playfully smacking his bare chest.

“Well, my love, you did ask for it,” he replied, gazing down at her bare figure adorned with marks.

“I— well, ugh,” she stammered, turning her back to him.

Dan Heng chuckled and then wrapped his arms around her waist, muttering an apology.

NOTES. repost from my old blog, hi this is my new improved hsr debut! no smut cz i can’t write that kinda stuff lol my sincere apologies.

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[the-guardian-kitsune]

★ — ride with me.

a series of headcanons about your relationship with your biker boyfriend, from how you two met, to your domestic life, to matters of the bedroom.

cw / tw : dan heng x fem!reader. mentions of broken arm and scolding. smut part at the end, mdni.

a/n : inspired by this art of @danijaci.

biker & boyfriend hcs

when you two weren't yet in a relationship he used to make tricks to impress you, but sometimes he would fall and get hurt

in one such occasion, he broke his arm and you had to take him to the er; after he got a cast you talked his ears off about how dangerous and stupid was what he did, also telling him the heart attacks you got every time and how scared you got when he fell

mortified, he begged for your forgiveness, finding enough courage to confess his feelings for you; he was surprised you returned them, but a fond smile appeared on his bruised face

(you had to admit though, he looked like one of those tough guys you saw in movies, all bandaged up, dressed in black, with ruffled hair and kissable lips)

since then he never did tricks ever again, both because he learned his lesson and because he didn't want to scare you again

he always makes sure your helmet is properly locked before he takes you out for a ride; your safety is his priority

he bought you a leather jacket for your outings, so you won't get cold or fall sick because of the strong winds

normally he doesn't go too fast when he's alone, but when you're with him he gladly goes the fastest he can just to feel your arms tighten around his waist and your chest press against his back; you then talk his ears off about safety and speed limits

he always scouts ahead searching for the most beautiful sceneries around the city, so he can take you there and admire your sparkling eyes while losing yourself in the view

he loves kissing you on his bike, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, his feet firmly planted on the ground to keep balance

he also likes getting his hair fixed by you after he removes his helmet; the feeling of your gentle hands fluffing his locks always has a soothing effect on him, exactly what he needs after a ride

domesticity hcs

in the morning you always wake up wrapped in a tight hug, your face buried in your boyfriend's chest. you raise your head for what you can and kiss him, earning a sleepy smile from dan heng

he cooks you breakfast, preparing both things you like and you need, like fruit, and reminds you to drink water before eating; you need to hydrate first thing in the morning!

he gladly rides you to your college/workplace and also picks you up on lunch break to eat together, then takes you back to finish your classes/shift

your friends and classmates/colleagues are pretty much enamoured with your handsome and caring boyfriend, yet his emerald gaze is only for you, always searching your figure for his comfort and peace of mind

he likes to slow dancing with you in the living room, soft music playing from his small bluetooth speaker as he makes you twirl around, your laughter a sound much more melodious than the music

helps you drying/brushing your hair after a long day, letting you rest your head against his chest as he goes through your haircare routine for you; you often fall asleep like that and he has to carry you to bed, but he doesn't mind

(nsfw under here)

smut / nsfw hcs; mdni!

rides usually have him high on adrenaline, so to calm down he fucks you on his bike seat or eats you out until he calms down; it usually means at least a couple of orgasms for you

the first time he fucked you on his bike you left a stain on the leather he never washed properly, leaving a darker spot on it. he says it's to mark your seat, as it belongs to you only

he always fucks you in the most scenic spots, loving the way the sunset light shines on you as you cream around his dick

related to above, he's an exhibitionist as the idea of being seen/heard turns him on; however, he always makes sure to cover you with his body, only your trembling legs on sight as they're up in the air, spread wide for him

parks his bike against a tree or wall to give you some sort of support during sex, if you're not riding him

he once took a pic of you sitting on his bike supporting yourself on your hands, still in post-coital bliss with your legs spread wide and your leaking pussy on display, the sunset behind you. he often uses that pic when you're not with him or needs a quick relief

loves trapping you between him and the bike, kissing and groping you until you have enough of it and beg to be fucked

the engine is often turned on during a session, the vibrations from its grumbling a nice stimulation that leaves you more sensitive for your boyfriend

once back home he always gives you a massage, knowing that fucking in the open on a bike isn't exactly comfortable

© the-guardian-kitsune do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[seelestia]

✧ i'll show you (if you'll let me).

⎯ there is a certain touch of beauty to witnessing a side of theirs revealed to you so naturally. it becomes as easy as breathing if you just let it happen... so, will you? ( or in other words, a way you enable them to be themselves. )

#STARRING. aventurine, dr. ratio, sunday, dan heng ft. gn!reader. { 4.2k words }

#TAGS. fluff, established relationship. more: minor spoilers for aven's backstory (described mostly abstractly), ratio is referred to by his first name, i called sunday a nerd (sorry), dr. ratio & dan heng are certified workaholics.

#P/S. i think i may have yapped a little considering the word count but i hope it ends up being a good kind of yapping. tysm for reading! ♡

© seelestia on tumblr, may 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

★ 〜 masterlist.

will you let aventurine hold you close when he sleeps? . . . whether it's an arm slung over your hips or his nose buried in your shoulder or fingers tracing shapes onto your skin. he doesn't ask for too much; only that you grant him the permission to cradle you in his arms, somewhere within his reach. it's a habit, he hopes you don't mind.

you have to wonder, though. considering the plenitude of pillows on the bed, why do his hands still seek you out? with all the credits he spent on those cotton-stuffed angels, you thought aventurine would relish them a bit more. but ah-ah, see? that is where you're wrong. sure, the pillows are extremely comfy but he always has a preference for things with much, much more value.

and the truth — well, his truth — is that even the softest cushions from oti mall couldn't compare to the privilege of laying his head on your chest, he'd say. especially when you brush his hair with your fingers - oh, one of the easiest ways to paradise. truly, the best value there is! can you blame a man for being honest and a little lovesick?

(“sappy,” you accuse. he pouts, offended.)

but aventurine has a flair for theatrics, you know that. his witty quips are as feather-light in weight as light-hearted they are in intent. but his touch - in the forms of kind caresses or rhythmic taps to a tune from his forgotten culture - lingers on your skin, with a yearning so heavy. you question whether it could be nostalgia or instead, silent awe at a reality he never imagined could ever be his.

(kakavasha remembers. clinging onto you for warmth like he once did to his sister, falling asleep with her prayers to mama fenge in his ears. the avgins believed gaiathra triclops to be the symbol of humility; so naturally, their prayers to her should also be humble, not too quiet but not too loud. all in moderation. for a frail child like him, those gentle prayers alone were enough to let him drift into a dreamless slumber and to ignore the shackles of reality if not for the briefest moments.

time passed. came a time where the melody he associated with slumber was no longer a soft voice lulling him but pure static, a noise to distract his mind from the chains around his wrists. they burned themselves onto his skin, searing, but he was already too familiar with the sensation to care. the mark on his neck was unwelcome, laughing at him, but he too laughed at his own pitiful reflection so what's the difference, anyway?

time passed again, the call of slumber then turned into clattering noises of chips doused in gold and dice thrown onto a surface. he thought it'd stay that way forever but before long, it morphed into up-and-down waves he couldn't decipher initially. they're gentle, faint like a human's breathing: your breathing as you allowed him to lie beside you for the first time, he realized back then. although he deems himself unworthy, an ugly grime on your pristine existence that still insists on cradling him — but despite it all, he finds this last melody to be his favorite so far.)

✧ a moment among the stars:

ticklish.

the sensation, minor yet still impactful enough, causes you to stir out of sleep. the light of noon greets your eyes and you become vaguely cognizant that the root of it all is the tufts of blond hair brushing against your neck.

there is a solid weight on your torso and a pair of slender arms loosely wrapped around your waist - but they're nothing you haven't grown used to. you comb your fingers through the messy locks licking at your skin, instinctively, and the fragrant scent of what you register as penacony's limited edition perfume kisses your nose.

“...ugh, what system time is it?” you let out a grunt, shifting around slightly to let your limbs breathe. you don't get an answer to your question, instead, aventurine's arms reestablish their hold on you. hooking you closer to him as if to wring out whatever proximity is left, if there is even any. his simple proclamation of “who cares?”, in a sense.

there it is again, that ticklish feeling. you feel soft lips grazing feather-like kisses against your collarbone. oh, he definitely isn't letting go just yet. truly merciless, a dozy morning thought accompanied by your tired sigh. the noise still comes out fond, however, so your feigned act of annoyance is fooling no one.

“it's warm, you know,” you grumble. but the yawn escaping your mouth right after betrays whatever stern image you're trying to adopt. not like you can ever be too stern with him. aventurine knows this, yes, and he gives you an A+ for effort each time.

“mhm,” he finally speaks, snuggling into your chest with no care about anything in the world, “g'morning to you too, lovely.”

his favorite mornings aren't his favorite if not thanks to your innocuous complaints and delightful attempts at pushing his pretty face away, no? a lazy grin graces the stoneheart's lips and eyes like exquisite gems, although sleepy, flutter open to gaze at you languidly. he takes the sight of you in then lets out a sigh - a fond noise just like yours earlier; the both of you really are two peas of a pod.

you must look a terrible mess right now and yet, the sight of you has aventurine smiling dazedly. “ah, what a spectacular sight. i really am the luckiest man in the galaxy,” he hums in approval. you want to roll your eyes but stops as he leans up to pepper (ah, one necessary correction: smother) kisses all over your face, arms dragging you closer to his chest like a cage. your eyes widen comically. what a nefarious trap, he has the advantage!

every remnant of sleepiness clinging to your mind evaporates. you squeal with laughter, shoving at his shoulder using the strength of a baby deer because no, you don't really want him to stop. he knows that too, of course.

“mwah, mwah, mwah—”

“pfft...! kakavasha, i can't breathe!”

(he has half a mind to pinch his skin, as if to remind himself that this is real. he can feel your giggles tickling his skin as if to tell him in return: yes, you are.)

will you let veritas pour his heart out after a long day? . . . well, that could count as too much of an overstatement. others say, “that man is like a brick wall!” some more dare to whisper, “doesn't his temper already exhaust whatever emotional quota he has?!” needless to say, everyone knows that dr. ratio is a man ruled by the mind, not by the heart. alright, that's quite true - but does that imply he has discarded the latter altogether? if so, then you beg to differ.

(not in the literal sense, of course! the heart is a vital organ of the body. saying otherwise would be akin to spitting on his shiny phd in biology... or his seven other phd's at that.)

the pedestal which the public places veritas ratio on reaches still great heights, even if it may not rival an ivory tower a member of the genius society resides in. it is so high up that mundane troubles of those below can't reach a genius like him, surely? well, as tall as he stands - somehow, the universe grants you a front row seat for a particular sight that proves otherwise.

if only they knew the doctor has a habit of mumbling these incomprehensible (more like barely intelligible) grumbles under his breath, striking a resemblance similar to a grumpy old cat. if you strain your ears hard enough, you might catch a “...this has to be it...” or “...i dare not think so...” from time to time as he roams around the room with materials in his hands.

(absurd, people would say. but you think it's extremely cute.)

veritas doesn't say it out loud - but you can tell by the hunch in his stiff shoulders, by the one or two sighs he huffs every six minutes - that he is itching to tell somebody of all the tomfooleries he has encountered today. of course, the topics he laments about vary; it's only when you hear him exhaling the loudest sigh that you get to find out.

mostly though, it's about his students and remarks on how they can further improve their performance — sure, he could phrase it a little gentler — but you still find it sweet that he cares. if not that, then it'd be about indolent colleagues, complicated formulae and more. on some days, he'll even let out an exasperated “truly mind-boggling! could you believe that?” to which you'd reply with an “uh-huh, go on.”

at the end of a ranting session, veritas takes careful note to leave a kiss on your person afterward. no matter where it is - on the lips, the cheek or your hand. no matter where you are - sitting on the couch beside him, behind the kitchen counter or across the room. the warmth that stays on your skin when he pulls away is somewhat tingly. appreciative, you think, especially when he looks at you with such loving eyes that his colleagues would be sure to retch in shock if they were a witness.

looks like you are right on the money; he has never discarded his heart, after all. so yes, to rephrase - will you lend veritas a listening ear when he needs it?

✧ a moment among the stars:

“...yet another headache.”

as unsubtle as ever, the doctor's complaint is barely hidden behind the guise of a mumble. those neatly styled violet bangs of his aren't doing an excellent job at concealing that frown strewn across his forehead either. veritas's posture is tense, a dead giveaway, as he goes over the piles of documents on his desk.

you cock an eyebrow upon seeing the stamp belonging to the intelligentsia guild on one of the papers. definitely work. it has been two system hours since he took a seat at the work desk, you concur, or lifted a finger to do something besides flipping through drafts. a mere glance at the stack of documents is enough to convince you that those researchers at the guild must really value veritas's input.

a perk of being a genius, maybe? the phantom of a weight lands alight on your shoulders. with a mug of black coffee in hand, you make your way to him. your footsteps are without a sound, only the noise of porcelain being placed down onto woodenware is enough to announce your arrival. “rough day at work?” you ask, peering down at his progress.

(a doctor's handwriting really is something. you resist the urge to squint.)

veritas doesn't seem to mind. if the way he smiles at the sight of you, albeit tiredly, is any indication. “hah,” he rests a hand on his temple and scoffs wryly, “so much grievances like you wouldn't believe.”

oh, he is teetering on the precipice of a tangent but stops himself. “...fret not, i'm fine. this is hardly something beyond my expertise,” he shakes his head, the motion causing his reading glasses to slide down a smidgen down the bridge of his nose.

you're too familiar with the self-assured bravado he puts on. you're quite endeared, actually. “okay, mr. i-require-no-rest,” you take the glasses off his face and he breaks into a frown. at the childish tone you're using or for having his reading glasses taken away, you don't know.

“why don't you take a little break?” you suggest. veritas sighs, “need i remind you that dilly-dallying is for fools who wish to waste their time?” and crosses his arms defiantly. he knows your strategy, he has come face-to-face with it several times.

“do you think a break with me is a waste of time?” you present him with a rhetorical question, quite the difficult adversary.

(and he keeps losing to it every single time.)

“well, that's—” the doctor nearly splutters, taken aback. “that's different if you insist on inserting yourself as a variable,” he infers, putting emphasis on the last part accompanied by an incredulous look.

“the answer is up for debate then,” you shrug with a cheeky smile. your hand then deftly lifts the mug you previously set down to your lips, veritas's eyes dilate in bewilderment. “so,” you hum at the rich taste of your handiwork, “wanna tell me about your day? haven't heard about the council in a while.”

“you—” he gasps in defeat, “i thought that was supposed to be my mug of coffee.”

(he has a slight pout on his face, but you dare not point it out lest it disappears in the blink of an eye.)

“our mug of coffee,” you take a few more sips with an innocent decadence. “all is fair in love and war, doctor.”

“i can never win with you,” he buries his face in his palm with a groan. you laugh heartily, a sound that chimes like quaint little bells in his ears - it elicits a reaction from his lips, for them to quirk up at the corners in the smallest of ways.

“regardless. . .” veritas relents and reaches for your free hand. you let him. “it seems a break wouldn't be so amiss, after all,” he then presses a kiss on the side of your wrist, affectionate.

(your heart skips a beat.)

will you let sunday regale you with facts you've never heard of before? . . . a man of eloquent words, no less a man of educated mind. you have no doubt that the books in the dewlight pavilion really aren't just there for show - not that you're allowed to browse through them at your own desire. a servant's voice would stop you in your tracks should your fingers ever brush against something in the family's secret bookshelf.

how mysterious.

but sunday makes it known to the staff that you, in particular, are allowed more access to the shelves - perhaps, not too much - but more than even mr. mccoy, at least. with the way you have to crane your neck far up to pinpoint the tallest height that the shelves reach, you wonder: has sunday gone through everything here personally?

your immediate answer is most likely. you know sunday fairly well; to have something that he hasn't scrutinized from the inside out in his possession will surely gnaw away at his psyche incessantly. not being in the know at all times is a looming fear for him. but of course, you have other ways to confirm the answer for yourself.

pick out a book from a shelf there, either intentional or purely arbitrary, and watch as sunday carefully traces his steps towards you. his curiosity is piqued, which topic has caught your interest this time? but he tucks it under proper cordiality. with a hand behind his back, he'd utter your name in the softest tone and ask the familiar question of “would you like to know more?” — asking for your permission to ramble, essentially — you find this tendency of his to be charming, so you nod each time.

(and he smiles when you do. a smile less refined at the edges, kinder and relaxed.)

the best place to start from is always the beginning. you think sunday agrees because he often starts by telling you the history and its origins before moving on to its impact on the galaxy, then his personal stance on the topic. it's a pattern, you notice, his ramblings have a pattern. and it's consistent every time, you might've believed he was reading off a script. and what's more? sunday is blissfully oblivious of it.

fascinating. you ponder: what kind of things you can do with this information? decisions, decisions, decisions. . . but ultimately, you opt for keeping it a secret like a treasure only you're allowed to see.

(that might be true in a way. you don't doubt that robin, his dear sister, is familiar with this side of him. does that mean he treasures you like he does her? your chest starts to feel a bit lighter.)

if you were to point it out, you fear you might never witness it again - goodness, to know that he has been displaying such foolishness or rather, what he viewed as an embarrassing freudian slip in front of you? his wings might as well resort to covering his face for good until the end of time.

as you listen to him talk (with such elegance at that), you can't help whatever tender look you have on your face. really, who would've thought the head of the oak family could be such. . . a nerd?

(you hope in secret that sunday will be more willing to show sides like these to you in the future. and that they're not a weakness at all, not when they're shared with you.)

✧ a moment among the stars:

“it looks like you're fascinated by the dreamscape nursery rhyme this time.”

sunday spares the article in your hold no further inspection. one glance at the cover and walls of memorized information rush to the front of his mind. he looks familiar with it; could it be a part of his childhood too? but then again, everything found here is within his knowledge.

“i am,” you say with intrigue, “it got me ruminating for a while.”

you meet his gaze, stumbling upon yellow irises that glimmer akin to gold under penaconian chandeliers. you think you see a hint of affection in them, swimming around your reflection like a school of fish in a pond. it makes you smile.

he smiles back, oblivious to your thoughts but returns your gesture. he asks, “how so?” and you reply without delay, “i read through it and the morbid undertone took me by surpri—”

or at least, it's supposed to be without delay until you realize sunday has stepped closer in order to peer down at the page you're holding open. and suddenly, you're extremely aware of every minute detail like how his breath brushes against the side of your cheek and how his chest rumbles as he hums in acknowledgement.

(you flush in the neck and he perceives this reaction of yours with mirth.)

“my apologies,” sunday chuckles and pulls away, “i've simply forgotten the rhyme and wished to refresh my memory.”

“somehow, i feel that isn't the case...” you mumble accusingly. that seems to amplify whatever little amusement he gets from flustering you. “oh, my dove. i can assure you that it is,” he caresses your head, a little placatingly.

most times, sunday isn't so laidback about giving affection in public — since he has an image to maintain — so you assume the fact that the servants are out and about, leaving only you and him here, plays a role in his unusual boldness. you accept the gesture with a bashful pout.

“now, where were we?” sunday clears his throat, “ah, yes. some people have noted on the nursery rhyme's strange quality but still, it retains its popularity in penacony. it is also widely assumed that the hound resembles the bloodhound family while—”

you hold back an amused sigh, but it's more out of fondness than anything. he'll start from the history then the effect on the general public, as per usual, but you're not the only predictable one here. you'd listen to him anytime too, won't you?

(you do adore when the head of the oak family would put off his public figure mask around you. if only for just a while.)

will you let dan heng rest his head on your lap when it's just you two? . . . the sense of comfort it provides isn't something he can explain with words. as if he has ever been good with words in the first place. saying a sentence bereft of logical reasoning or witty remarks doesn't come easily to the express’ guard. neither does intimacy. . . but you know that already, don't you?

after all, it isn't a secret that dan heng prefers speaking with his actions. if to show one's intentions is the end goal, then actions are the fastest route to choose. words, although able to sweeten the trip like how a beautiful scenery can, will eventually lead to actions regardless so why take the extra step?

but you're different from him; you articulate what you think and what you mean. you're honest in ways that keep catching dan heng off guard without fail — just like the first time you offered your empty lap to him when his head was swirling in pain — but he supposes that is one of your charms. “words can be useful. we're not all born mind readers,” you told him once and he hummed, accepting of your perspective.

(“look at you two! opposites attract!” march chirped. he recalled shooting her a look of indignation and she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly in response.)

dan heng has learnt to grow used to your propensities - but by far, your shameless invitations are still one matter that can't be comprehended even with time. he cannot understand; how you smile as you sit on his futon in the archives (he doesn't mind), how you link gazes with him so effortlessly, how you pat your lap knowingly and say, “why don't you rest your head here?”

(he has to restrain himself from bursting into flames like a heliobus.)

sometimes, he'll accept reluctantly or he'll decline with an underlying tone of longing he doesn't want you to notice. because as much of a good hold dan heng has on nonchalance, he cannot deny that this particular gesture of yours has left a mark on him.

(it remains persistently.)

when he rests his head on your lap, he can't help but take a deep inhale - your fragrance fills his senses and he discards the selfish desire to keep it all to himself. your fingers are soothing as they thread through his hair gently. the feeling that washes over him is serene, almost comparable to submerging himself in the pure waters of scalegorge waterscape.

when overcome by such a tranquil state of mind, dan heng wonders what expression he might be making at that moment? he always keeps his eyes closed, so it's a shame he may never know. but you do, and you don't think you've ever seen him look so at peace before like he does now.

(perhaps, that's why you keep offering him this in the first place.)

✧ a moment among the stars:

“someone looks tired,” you state with a pointed stare. the archives isn't a room too spacious and the only ones here are you and him. the target of your sentence is obvious.

but dan heng doesn't take the bait, barely looks away from the entry he is currently authoring. still, he spares you a glance and hums glibly, “are you projecting? if so, feel free to use my bed in the meantime.”

you let out a noise, something gibberish that conveys disappointment but it is effectively drowned out by the typing noises. “you haven't even touched the food i bought you,” your voice becomes mellow, “why don't you rest for a while?”

he isn't convinced, you think, since his fingers are still hard at work. the new info the team brought back must've been a lot if he's that focused.

“dan heng?” you try again, hopeful for the last time. you don't take him for a fool, of course, he'll know when he reaches his limit and have proper rest then. but would that really be ideal? a second passes and that hope flickers like a dimming light. but just an inch before the edge of giving up, the typing slows to a stop.

“. . .alright,” he murmurs. finally, after a good hour spent drawing patterns on his backside with your eyes, dan heng turns around to face you. he look tense, you note with abject concern.

“here,” you usher him to your lap, empty and conveniently so. dan heng shoots you a blank look - this isn't the first time you offered and this isn't the first time he reacted like that. you try to suppress a laugh, failing gloriously at it. “just for a little bit,” you utter through a stifled fit of chuckles.

dan heng shakes his head, not in rejection but in defeat. his eyes slip close, second nature, as he leans to situate his head on your lap. you welcome him with a hum and let your fingers card through his hair. a calm sigh falls from his lips like a water droplet in springtime.

“this. . . is nice,” he admits, sudden and unprompted. you nearly doubt your ears for a moment there. did he— “i don't hate it is, uhm, what i mean to say,” dan heng adds and it dawns on you that your ears are still working. his eyes are still closed, not that you'd expect anything else, he prefers to treat it as a shield from being face-to-face with embarrassment.

(or to avoid your ecstatic gaze. he can feel warmth rushing to his cheeks already.)

“i know,” you smile, brushing away a few messy strands from his forehead. he isn't an open book but you think you've read the pages enough to remember all the little details. “but thanks for telling me. i'm no mind reader but i think i can read yours pretty well.”

“i shall provide no further comment,” he holds back an incredulous exhale, yet his lips still curl slightly at the corner. you feel the teeniest desire to trace the curve of his lips with your fingertip but settle for silently admiring them instead.

“it's fine. i know the answer already,” you say, words dripping with affection. such a shame dan heng never looks up at you during a time like this. because if he did, he wouldn't have missed seeing the sheer fondness in your gaze that rains down on him in light showers. a true shame.

(one day, he'll gather the courage. maybe.)

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