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zoieru · 6 days ago

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Cosy ~ Dan Heng looks after you on your period.

Wrote this in one again. Warnings: Gn, fluffy :3 Dan Heng behaviour, mentions of period cramps (duh), Himeko, March 7th, no blood. 2.1k words.

The lights of the parlour car seemed too bright, despite being dimmed slightly more than usual for the early evening. Sat in one of the red booths, legs lifted knees to chest, you were curled in a pained ball quite like the knots you imagined writhing in your lower stomach right now. As your chin fell onto your knees, you contemplated which Aeon you should most likely be cursing as a result of these cramps that riddled your otherwise healthy body, rendering it useless for the evening. Hmph.

A gentle sliding and releasing sounded through the room as the door to the room-hallway slid open revealing a Dan Heng who's eyes were fixed on you. You lifted your head off your knees, but remained in the little ball, tilting your head subtly as he entered. He told you he'd be working on a paper earlier, went off a few hours ago. You hadn't bothered to tell him you were on your period or were currently fighting a bloody war in your abdomen, not wanting to make him worry or disturb his work unnecessarily.

He wandered over, eyebrows furrowing a little as he saw your form, curled tightly as if to squeeze the pain smaller. He paused in front of you, fingers of one hand resting gently on the table. "I have something I'd like to show you," he said, voice steady and stoic as usual but with just a hint of that softness reserved for you, and sometimes March if she ever did something super sweet. His blue eyes traced your face, looking just a little awkward, somehow.

You looked up at him, feeling a gentle wash of guilt. You hadn't moved from the parlor car because moving sounded like the worst idea you could possibly conceive as of now. Letting the cramps have their way, flowing through the rest of your body instead of squeezed into this tight ball? Nah. No thankyou. But telling him meant worrying him, right?

"I'm...really not in the mood for lots of thinking and things right now, I don't feel that great. Can I see later?" You asked, voice a touch sheepish. It hurt your heart to turn him down even a little bit, despite him never minding, or seeming to mind. You were getting better at reading him, but he was still a mystery sometimes.

His eyes flickered with a touch more concern than before, hand on the table reaching out, palm upwards, towards you. "It's not work," he assured, a gently insistent statement. It made his insides all fidgety making you be in more pain than you were, but he needed you to come with him. This was a good idea? Right?

He paused for a moment, hand still outstretched, "please?"

His plea gave you pause, an unfamiliar request from him. He wasn't one to ask for much, though was always polite when he did so. Now it seemed he needed you to come, and who were you to deny him, despite the pain.

You took a little breath, steeling yourself for the expected discomfort that came with moving, and unfurled yourself from your ball of self-pity and climbed off of the seat, taking his hand in yours as you did so, while attempting to seem in better condition than you were. He still wasn't sure what was up, you needed to be strong.

He started leading you back the way he came, arm following behind him, hand gentle but firm on yours as he lead you until he reached the door to the archives, his room, his pulse quickening slightly with every step. This was a good idea, right? It would help. He needed to help, he couldn't just let you be in pain. This was good, you'd like it, why wouldn't you?

He opened the door and stood to the side, letting you through first, eyes fixed on you and your expression as his anxiety started to reach through his mask of stoicism.

Inside, it was dimly lit, a soft warm glow coming from...is that fairy lights?! Your eyes drifted to the corner that usually held his soft pillows and futon, and usually a book or two, and they fell on what could only be described as a nest. Pillows and blankets were piled in a sort of circular cosy shape, some cushions and plushies dotted between and on top, a small pile of books on the edge of the blankets, along with a little tray with a box of tea and all the things needed to make one, chocolate and pieces of your favourite fruit laid out along side.

Each little detail had your heart do a little flip in your chest. Dan Heng was watching you, hands slid into his pockets, shoulders slightly tensed from anxiety as his eyes flicked across every micro expression you made to assess the landing. He'd never done something like this before, and while objectively it wasn't that big of a grand gesture, it felt so out of his comfort zone, he had no idea whether it was going to be welcome or he'd just made a big weird mistake.

He wanted to wait for you to speak first, but his nerves got the better of him, so he found himself blurting an explanation as if that would soften the fall. "I...I wanted to help. There's no obligation to..." He was cut off by you kissing him. Your lips saying all the things you were unable to, emotions bubbling up all at once, but mostly overwhelming affection. He froze for a second, still not used to this, but quickly melted into it a little, heart still like a hummingbird, lips moving softly against yours. His hands moved to your waist, fingers sliding across the clothed skin gently, almost careful.

"You knew? I didn't tell you anything was wrong, I thought you were finishing up that paper?" You said, after pulling your face away gently, unable to keep the subtle happy curl off your lips. The cramps felt almost non existent for just a moment in the swell of affection for this boy.

As you both broke the kiss he felt his cheeks prickle with a splatter of pink, eyes averting slightly to the corner and back to you. "I...knew there was something off. You kept saying it was fine earlier, but you're bad at lying. I worked out what it was, myself, eventually," he explained, eyes averting again. This felt so awkward, but filled him also with a slight almost giddiness? You seemed to really like it, and it made him all fluttery, unusual, but it wasn't unpleasant. Not at all. "I asked Himeko what I could do. I didn't want to just stand by-" he explained.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you listened to his gently sheepish cute ass response. He asked Himeko about periods? It felt like your heart and brain both stuttered simultaneously, as your mind brought up the picture of Dan Heng going up to Himeko and instigating a conversation about how best to deal with periods. It was somehow the most endearing, surprising, cutest, most adorable thing you could possibly think of.

Meanwhile, Dan Heng was hoping he didn't sound as stupid as he felt. He saw you seemed to like it but was still restless with anxiety. This wasn't something he had done, or would usually do, it felt...weird.

"You went to Himeko, and asked what to do about my period?" You asked, trying to act less giddy and overwhelmed with affection than you actually were, eyes tracing the fairy lit cosy corner with a new light.

"I wasn't sure what the best way to help you was, I thought she might have some better insight," he said quietly, almost a confession. You nodded, it taking a whole lot out of you to not just squeeze him. He would not appreciate that.

His hands fell from your waist as your fingers linked again with his and walked a few steps over to the corner he'd set up for you. You knelt and picked up a plush of a monkey you knew March had in her room on the sill usually, and turned to him raising an eyebrow with a little smile.

His blush seemed to deepen a little, eyes hidden behind his eyelashes as he averted his gaze again. "March helped, too. But she was much more infuriating about it than Himeko."

The smile on your lips kept growing as you listened to his words, watched his expression turn more and more bashful. It was so rare to see him like this, is was like a treat, he was so beautiful. Your eyes traced and retraced every aspect of the cosy corner, and you took a few steps closer, before sitting down into it, settling into nest of blankets and pillows comfortably, hand still lifted to his as he stood watching.

"You coming?" You asked with an almost cheeky smile. He paused a moment. It was obvious that you'd ask, sort of, but he still felt a touch surprised somehow that you wanted to share it, wanted him there. He shifted on his feet, heart slower now but still doing silly weird flips in his chest, and then nodded once, lowering to settle beside you. He wanted to comfort you, after all, that's what all this was for, to make it more bearable. And if him being there would help, so be it. He... might, enjoy it too. Just a little.

As he settled next to you, your backs propped up against pillows on the wall, both of you bathed in soft warm light from the fairy lights also inevitably borrowed from March, he allowed you to snuggle a little into his side, his arm shifting around your waist to rest at your hip.

"You like it, then," he stated, half a question, half almost a reassurance to himself aloud. Though you responded quickly, hand coming to run tentatively over his jaw as you looked up at him. "I love it. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, it's so cosy, it'll help," you replied, reassuring his worries that popped through the cracks in his composure. You already felt ten times more relaxed than you had, the cramps still writhing but subdued just slightly by the comfort of the spot and all the fuzzy emotions swirling in your body.

He smiled a little, letting out a soft breath along with a touch of tension he didn't know he was holding, and let himself rest his head on top of yours as you snuggled back into him. A success? It seemed so. He couldn't help the wave of satisfaction and honestly relief that washed over him at the fact you appreciated and liked this, that he did this right. He always wanted to do right, by you. More than he had about much, to be honest, which scared him, but also lit that flame of excitement in his chest.

"I can't believe you asked Himeko and March. I bumped into them having a hushed conversation earlier, looking like they'd witnessed the return of Idrila with their own eyeballs or something," you said with a little chuckle, remembering their faces. That's why. They must have been almost killed off by the shock of Dan Heng asking them willingly about how to help you in this situation.

Dan Heng let out a huff of air, brushing your hair gently with the movement, both slightly indignant and reluctantly amused. "Neither can I. I thought I might pass away from embarrassment," he admitted, almost a bit pained from the memory though his voice was mostly warm, relieved, relaxed finally. He recalled how he had paced around in here procrastinating before deciding to finally go and ask them for advice, for the materials. He shifted ever closer, if that was possible, as if seeking out the comfort of you, safety from the slightly uncomfortable memory. He did it, though, for you. He wanted to.

"I'm glad you like it," he murmured, quieter, into your hair. His heart swelled with warmth and affection for you, as you both sat a while curled together in the cosy corner he'd built while he was 'working on his paper'. A flicker of pride passed through him, that he could do this for you, be this comfort.

You both stayed there all evening, drinking the soothing tea he'd got, reading those books he picked out, or him reading them to you, until you both eventually drifted off to sleep, cramps seemingly long soothed and forgotten by the gentle and achingly loving salve that was Dan Heng and his care for you.

Here's my Jing Yuan period one if you want it (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) req more if u wanna.

#he is so damn cute #it kind of hurts my soul #i just couldnt help the idea of him asking Himeko how best to comfort you on your period out of my head #like hes obsessed with research and stuff #and he trusts himeko implicitly #so hed want to be sure sure he was doing it right #plus she knows you too #hsr headcanons #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr fluff #dan heng #aaaaaa #anyway

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bonefall · 1 year ago

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naruto as a whole is a fucking mess and i say thisas somebody whos read the entireseries 3 times over. “naruto is going to change the system! haha teehee never mind hes not doing anytning about the child soldiers and slave castes and the genocides.” “sasuke can be upset at his brother for committing a genocide but actually genocide against an oppressed bloodline is good if theyre getting uppity and its sanctioned by the government and also have a genetic predisposition to be evil so he should just get over it and be okay with it” “sakura needs to stop obsessing over a guy whos not even interested and become strong for her own sake. actually shes a housewife now”

kishimoto im going to blow you up with my mind

YOU GET IT

For real though I think what they did with Sasuke's arc was one of the most baffling fucking things I've ever seen. "Actually. Your brother who carried out a genocide loved you :( he only put you in the Torment Nexus for several days because uhhh he wanted you to hate him and not find out about the government who ordered it. Everything he ever did was actually to protect you. And Uchihas are actually kinda rotten anyway so it's good an entire GROUP OF PEOPLE died. Don't think about any babies or children who were also slaughtered btw uhh nope all of them were bad."

Sasuke: "Yes I understand. I will now rule the world through fear. Actually nvm Naruto won our fight so, my philosophy is gone now."

Thank goodness that Evil Sasuke killed the three Bad Government Officials before that point, though. We had this whole theme going about toxic structures, cycles of abuse, and how oppressive regimes can propagate themselves even when a leader is well-meaning... but, like, Naruto REALLY wants to be Hokage, so actually if you just kill these Three Bad Governors it's gonna be fine.

There is no need for systemic change. Slave castes and child soldiers are fine. It's ok as long as the president is blonde :)

#It also bothers me unreasonably. And HAS bothered me since I was like 15. That in the final--#--scene where sasuke finally lets Naruto Into His Heart he goes off about how they were both just Lonely Children Looking for Love #Like... no!! No actually! Sasuke's WHOLE THING was that EVERYONE was praising him as a prodigy #But that he was pushing away everyone around him because his brother put him in the fucjing torment nexus #It would have been more appropriate to talk about how THEYVE BOTH BEEN MADE INTO WEAPONS #For Naruto to realize (now that he is Useful to his war-obsessed society) that Sasuke was also undergoing a sort of dehumanization #It should be through THEIR GROWTH AS PEOPLE that they finally have a deeper understanding of each other #THEY DID NOT HAVE A COMMON ORIGIN #THATS THE POINT. THEY BECAME FRIENDS IN SPITE OF IT #iM FLIPPING TABLES #They had the opposite problem as each other but through self-imposed ostracization and proving one's 'worth' *NOW* THEY GET IT #But we cant do that bc you'd have to admit that Sasuke hada fucking point and wasnt just wrong the whole time #And that this system is ROTTEN and that Naruto shouldn't become Hokage but DESTROY THE POSITION #because dictators choosing dictators IS BAD.#They should have changed the government to democracy and then Sakura wins the first free election #Because she's actually deeply connected with the people of the fire nation especially outside of the capital city #For like her humanitarian work during the timeskip #And for being the disciple of Tsunade who was a respected leader #And then have a cute moment where Naruto and her banter about it. That she fulfilled HIS dream lmaoo #And also let the three of them be friends im beggign OTL #She gets over her crush on him and theyre just friends #Animeposting #I shouldn't have mentioned sakura now im yelling about naruto on the cat blog

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