Hu As In "Who Put Me In This Coffin?" And Tao As In "I Can't GeT OUt!" Hehe... No, Not Funny?

“Hu as in "Who put me in this coffin?" and Tao as in "I can't geT OUt!" Hehe... No, not funny?”

-𝐇𝐮 𝐓𝐚𝐨

Daily dose of red, apparently.

☾∘∙ creds:

@pinaplepoo (Danbooru)

@seventime 7 (Danbooru)

@lookmyoi2 (Danbooru)

✧ ∘ 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜-!

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* pairing(s) : various hsr x gender neutral reader

* prompt : drabbles abt hsr charac's and smth they like abt u?? idk im having brainrot spare me <\3.

* authors note : this was a cute idea, lowkey made me miss having a crush HAHAHA. if this does well i promy on my left toe ill do a part two (REAL).. maybe ooc, i'm just brainrotting huhu

DAN HENG was.. oddly uncomfortable but comfortable with the feeling of liking you. You two hadn't been together long, but the short amount of time had him noticing all the little quirks that you'd do, how you'd tap your pencil whenever you were stuck on a problem, the routine you had every morning and the little notes you'd leave for the trailblazers inside their rooms.

The part that made him feel a little iffy was that.. he wasn't used to being like this. He was never the type to care much about the quirks and habits of people, but considering the amount of time he spends with you (and staring at you), he can't really blame himself. He was absolutely smitten for you, so maybe those changes weren't so bad.

"You're so cute." He chuckles as he leans on his doorframe, catching you red handed as you stick the 'anonymous' sticky note on his desk. (Everyone figured it out it was you since you were the only one who wouldn't recieve one.) "Heyy, how did you catch me?" You say with a giggle, as he walked towards you and pulled you close from your waist. "The little things about you give everything away, my love."

Saying that MARCH 7TH adored you was an understatement. She absolutely LOVED being with you, all the time, everywhere. She'll be clinging onto you like a koala and if you're busy or Welt tells her to stop being so affectionate she'll pout and cross her arms. "Why can't I be with my partner?!" She'll say with an annoyed tone, "Because you have a mission, March." Welt would reply, rolling his eyes as you only chuckle in amusement.

You already knew how clingy she'd be, and infact you loved that about her, it was so sweet with how much she cared. She'll take and shoot thousands of arrows for you, to protect you and make sure you'll always be safe and happy to cuddle her before sleeping.

Speaking of which, shes in your arms, softly snoring as you two snuggle closely on her bed. You can't believe she's yours, the most pretty, bashful and caring girl in the universe. And she loved being with you the most.

BRONYA frowned as she stared at the clock in her office, 9PM. She was still forbidden to go home, and knew how lonely it must be for you. She was your lover, but could barely find time on most days to be with you. "It's okay!" She remembers you saying, but she can't help but feel guilty imagining all the times you slept alone in a shared bed.

The sound of her door creaking open caught her attention, and she watched as you peeked your head through the door and giggle. "(name)?!" She says with a shocked and confused voice, watching you open the little sling bag that you brought with you and pull out a lunchbox. "Eat. I know you haven't eaten." You demand, putting the neatly put together meal that you made for her.

Even if you had done this so many times, it still surprised Bronya every time you had these little surprise visits. "Dear.. I appreciate all of this but it'll be late if you leave now-" But a puzzled expression is plastered all over her face as she watched you make a little comfy sleeping corner with a pillow and a hood you were wearing as a blanket.

She sighs at your stubborn nature, knowing she won't change your mind. You notice her pulling up a chair and putting it next to hers, she sits down and pats her lap. "You can.. try and see if that's more comfortable." Finally, her worried gaze turned into a smile as you're eyes sparkled in delight. Before you sat down, you plant a kiss on her cheek and lay down on her lap.

"I love you, Bronya."

"I love you more, (name)."

Dating JING YUAN might be the hardest quest you've accepted, the DOZING GENERAL was on quite a handful of lists of men that parents want their daughters to marry. And hell, they've even tried throwing their daughters in his way, but he's effortlessly avoided them all. As you were the only person who had truly mattered in his heart.

He knew that his popularity can be.. suffocating. Even when he was simply courting you, he asked Tingyun to stop selling photos of him, so you'd know that he was completely serious on being a better man than he ever could be for you. But that alone can't stop the delusions of obsessed women, and Jing Yuan spent no time reassuring you that you're the only one who gets to hold his heart and say it belongs to you.

In a crowded area, his eyes never stray far from your figure that stands next to him and holds his hand. Despite the whispers, or the fawning women (and men), his eyes were locked on yours and his gaze wasn't going anywhere.

During his meetings (where he'd sometimes be dozing off..), he'd notice how you'd actually be paying attention and smiles at your adorable serious face like the most smitten man he is in the galaxy.

You can generalize it and say that Jing Yuan has made it so painfully clear to everyone that he was inlove with one person, and had no intentions of entertaning anyone else.

HERTA, despite her puppets scattered everywhere, her main body was always nervous when it came to being around you. Maybe you were used to it, always seeing her around, but she had not quite been used to human to human contact in a while. It's natural the way she tries to brush off the way she profusely blushes after your fingertips brush against her, because she's not used to spending so much time with someone as herself. She can't just pretend something isn't there anymore, because around you, she's just an absolute mess.

You watched Herta as she works on yet another puppet for the station, putting a hand on her shoulder as she jolts at the touch. "Hehe, no need to be startled. It's just me." You tell her, but she pouts a little in response. "I am an utterly perfect being. Little things such as that do not invoke fear in me."

Humming as a response, she finds it hard to find any interest in her work now. Why would she? You're right next to her, and you were far more interesting and pretty than any of the other things she's created.

She leans on you and you look down at her, "Hm? Have you lost interest in it already?" You ask, already familiar with her habit of losing motivation in a task when uninterested. She looks up at you and smiles a little. "How could I not when you're here? I might even say, you're the most interesting thing in my entire life."

GEPARD was a man who thought that loyalty was to be earned, not given freely. So when he had met you, his heart knew that no one was as deserving of his loyalty than you. You were apart of the Silvermane guards, and so naturally he was your leader. On the first day, you were very kind to not only Gepard, but your fellow guards as well. Many believed you were the kindness that the Silvermane guards deserved but never recieved, and he couldn't help but agree.

When you two began dating, he never noticed how much softer he had gotten. The way his gaze lingered on you when you left the room, the gentle kisses he'd plant on your cheek, and the way he enjoyed making you flustered. Those things were actions that the Captain didn't know he could enjoy, until you had come into his life, and practically changed the trajectory of it.

You were rambling on about something, and as usual Gepard sat next to you and listened. Smiling a bit at your excitement of whatever you were so passionate about, eventually his gaze went from your eyes, to your lips and at that realization he nervously looked away and stared at his shoes as if the most interesting thing in the world.

"Gepard? Are you alright?" You noticed how he he had looked away, and he was silent for a few moments before swiftly planting a kiss on your lips, something unexpected considering you were both in a public space. When he pulled away, a clear blush decorated his cheeks in such a color that made him look so pretty. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

SAMPO adores messing with you, little teases to get you riled up. (but never taking it too far.) How could he not? When you have such a pretty expression when you were getting teased. But other than that, he was surprisingly domestic. He liked cooking for and with you, washing clothes, eating together in the morning and generally just liked doing house work with you.

You'd wake up to breakfast in bed more often than not, and a smiling Sampo waiting for you to wake up in the side opposite to you. "Good morning, sleepy head." or "Good morning, sleeping beauty." on other days, he was such a sweet man to you, to a point you were unsure of what you did to deserve him.

And he knew you thought of that, so every night he'd whisper all the little things he grew to love about you. His own little way to let you sleep without a heavy heart.

You were a swordsmith, YANQING adored swords. Need I say more? You two loved to go on and on about different swords, how they're made, how they're used and the history. Yanqing loved to talk about this with you, as many people thought he was almost crazy for his love for it, but you never judged him. That little thought alone made his heart flutter and eyes sparkle in adoration.

You let him be the little excited nerd he was whenever you invited him to your job, admiring the photos of different swords you made on the walls and if he was good, you'd make him a new one to take home.

"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" He'd gush, admiring the newly forged blade in his hands as you chuckle a bit at his childish excitement. "Your welcome, love."

JING YUAN CRUSHING ON ONE OF HIS ASSISTANTS !

- he specifically demands you be the assistant who is always at his side, the rest running errands for him in faraway places.

- you’ve a wide spectrum of abilities being such a distinguished individual assisting the general, and one of those many abilities, happens to be a vast knowledge of medical science.

- oh boy does he exploit that a lot.

- jing yuan’s habit of lazing around doesn’t reflect on his combat prowess, he’s very capable. yet, he always manages to return with a few more than minor injuries on his chest.

- those injuries were purposely given the room to be inflicted btw.

- its so that he can enjoy your frantic as you run across the room, gathering rolls of gauze and cotton to patch up the wounds. how delicate you are with him, the way your fingers carefully avoid contact with the scarred skin so as to not cause him pain, oh it makes him melt.

- his gaze softens, he observes with a subconscious smile resting on his face. the pain that was supposed to make him suffer, instead is rewarding him with pleasure.

- when you’re bandaging the wound, unsure of how to wrap it into comfortable straps, he takes your hand ever so gently, and guides you.

- even after you’re done with that, jing yuan insists he hold your hand, despite the fact that it results in his ears turning red not long after, when he starts to feel your knuckles shove into his palm and your fingers shifting to a different repose.

- ‘hah.. i’m really holding their hand.’

- another habit, is his subtle but noticeable staring. when you catch him, he gives you a gentle smile before looking elsewhere, to play it cool yk!

- and did i mention how he demands you always be with him? well, i’m going to say it again, because he doesn’t want to think about you spending time chattering with someone who isn’t him.

- something that constantly bothers him, is that he doesn’t for sure know your relationship status. he concluded he isn’t very close to you on a personal level to have the privileges to ask about your affairs, but he really wishes he was.

- all in all, he’s whipped for you, and always worrying.

Dan Heng

Case Study of the Trailblazer: Stelle

Summary: He wouldn't call himself a researcher, but when it comes to things that interest him, he would be reading and studying them up like one. This time, it was the newest member of the Astral Express — Stelle. However, Dan Heng found himself a little too emotionally invested in his secret case study about her than he should.

— This fic is going to be more like a collection of drabbles to show what he notices about her with romantic elements in them ofc.

one • Midnight Endeavor

The mission report about their last expedition in Jarilo-VI continued to lengthen across his notebook as his pen scribbled on the lined pages, dancing to the memories and his thoughts still fresh in his head. Like every other time they were done saving a planet from a Stellaron, this was something he always finds himself doing before updating their data bank.

The pen stopped.

…and this brought him to their newest member, Stelle. Well, again. Mostly due to curiosity, he found  himself thinking about the ashen-haired girl often, especially after witnessing the feat she pulled in their fight against the fallen Supreme Guardian Cocolia. 

She was already mysterious enough from the moment they found her in the midst of the Antimatter Legion’s invasion at the Space Station. 

Not having slightest clue about how she ended up there. 

Lacking the common knowledge of the universe, about the Aeons and whatnot. 

Knowing nothing else but her name. 

Pretty much like March when she was found, but being granted the powers definitely sets her apart from the many he had met after joining the Express.

Often at times in Belobog, he caught himself, his eyes wandering over, noticing the most trivial things about her. 

Aside from her rather odd fascination over trashcans which he has yet to understand, he found himself observing and picking up on her mannerisms - from the tiniest quirk of her lips to her tendency to add dry humour in her words.

— completely useless information that he knew he was going to add to his case study about her anyway.

These were what he has gathered about her so far, all written in a password-encrypted folder on his personal computer. Mainly because it would be considered rude and rather awkward (if he was found out) studying a teammate in secret, he had to leave this folder out of the Archives, away from prying eyes. Mainly March 7th's.

The last thing he needed was her finding it and-

— almost immediately his eyes rolled at the dreadful imagination of a very likely scenario of her skipping down the corridor eagerly to announce her ridiculous assumption that he has taken romantic interest in Stelle. 

Oh aeons, her giggles are already ringing in his head.

Dan Heng shook his head to forcefully cut off the imagined scenario in his head. It was starting to look like a nightmare, a slight shudder went through him.

He turned his head to the splendour view of snow-capped Jarilo-VI they were set to leave in two days’ time and the stars blinking at him from the distance. 

He had enough for today — the stiffness in his neck and shoulders reminded him. All he needed to do now was scan the data into the data bank.

Shifting to relax against the backrest of the chair at the drop of his pen, he shut the notebook with finality, letting out a yawn.

And looked up.

The silence down the short corridor of the Passenger Cabin echoed back at him as tired jade blue eyes gleam wearily under the glow of the lamp behind his chair. 

Everyone on the Express had turned in hours ago — which was exactly why he decided to sit out in the corridor to continue working on his self-assigned mission report. 

It was times like this when a blanket of calm silence would settle over the corridor. Enveloped by the gentle ambience created from the soft glowing lamps down the stretch of the corridor, there was something about sitting by the large windows that helped him focus better. 

Stretching out his arms over his head, Dan Heng gathered his stuff and rose from the table, long legs easily covering the space between the window seat to the Archives where he prefers to rest.

The sliding door opened with a familiar burst of hissing air. But right before he could step into the Archives, another burst of air came hissing from further down the corridor and made him pause in surprise — who else was still awake at this timing?

Pom-Pom?

Dan Heng swung his gaze over, half expecting to find a stout bunny figure to enter from the other end of the carriage. 

The concept of ‘day’ or ‘night’ doesn't apply while they are suspended in space, though crews of the Astral Express follow the same sleeping pattern — set by the conductor itself, lights dim in the hallways as soon as it is time for them to sleep. There are no curfews to abide by, but more than often, he often finds himself being nagged by the little conductor to turn in like everyone else.

Maybe it was here to lecture him about the importance of sufficient sleep again.

A sigh escaped him at the memory of Pom-Pom stomping its foot while ranting on and on. Then, he managed to ignore most of its nagging but that did not mean he enjoyed it. 

Maybe he should leave transferring the data in his notepad into the data bank to the next day afterall, Dan Heng thought stifling a yawn. 

A day worth of exhaustion was starting to catch with him, and the last thing he needed was the little conductor nagging his ears off.

But it turned out he was wrong. 

Instead of the signature bright red hog-head hat Pom-Pom wears, a head of dishevelled ashen hair entered the soft spotlight from the distant ceiling light — it took him a moment to figure out that he was staring at someone else. 

Stelle, Dan Heng realized, slightly surprised and amused at the fact that he was just thinking about her minutes ago — and there she was.

Clinging onto her slim shoulders like they were its lifeline, he noticed the baggy grey t-shirt on her that screamed a bold Mechanical Fever with an electric guitar on it. Probably from Serval.

What was she doing up? Dan Heng blinked in puzzlement, wondering, but quickly decided that it was none of his business. He turned back his attention to the Archives, about to enter the room.

“Dan…” There was a breathless pause, like she was gathering strength to finish his name. ”...Dan Heng...”

Eyes widening, the dark-haired man stopped in his tracks and snapped his gaze back to her in alarm. It was not her calling out to him that made him stop, but the strange quality to her voice that concerned him.

Brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed. Now that he was taking a proper look at her, he noticed how she seemed to be swaying while trying to inch forward in his direction. 

The hand holding onto her head and the harsh breathing he could hear from where he stood told him that something was definitely not right about her.

—then a sudden movement made Dan Heng inhale sharply.

Notebook and pen cluttering to the floor, his legs kicked in into a dash as he dived forward. 

Arms swiftly going around her, his next breath shuddered out of him as Dan Heng staggered slightly aback to the new weight on him, hand flying up to hold her head to his chest in his attempt to not fall back from the momentum. 

As soon as they stopped, a relieved sigh blew out of his mouth. 

Dan Heng glanced down, brows pinched together.

Only to be supplied with the most irrelevant thought to this situation by his observant mind — that she was surprisingly shorter than she looked — which he quickly shook off to focus on what was important.

Her head lolled into the crook of his neck at the movement of his bent legs straightening so he could support her against him properly. He could feel her warm breath puffing hard against his skin. 

“...Stelle?” Dan Heng muttered carefully, voice quiet enough to be a whisper. The furrow on his face deepened as he watched her struggle to pry her head off him to look up. 

“Sor...I’m sorry.” Half-lidded citrine eyes rose and met jade blue eyes staring back tensely with concern. “Thanks for catching…me.”  Her voice was barely over a whisper as she moved away to stand on her own. 

Dropping his arms away hesitantly to let her, Dan Heng eyed her warily as he watched her clutch onto her head like she did before she—

At a sharp inhale, he found himself diving forward to stop her fall. Yet again. 

Another sigh of relief shook out of him as Dan Heng secured her back into his arms, eyes steeled with seriousness under his furrowed brows.

“—what’s wrong, Stelle.” His voice was tight and tense, trembling slightly from the rush of adrenaline that helped him catch her. 

Looking bewildered at her, he felt a vibration resonate across his chest as the girl groaned weakly against him. Worried jade blue eyes searched her face as she breathed hard, her head shifting against his chest in discomfort.

Unable to move his arms that were locked around her to support her, Dan Heng leaned forward with a carefully blanked face, hair falling over his eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers.

The unmistakable heat of fever warmed his skin, surprising him at how hot she felt against him.

Ah. 

He understood now.

Moving his face away, Dan Heng cast a glance over at the door to her room and decided his next move. 

Holding her firmly to him while he adjusted himself, an arm went under her knees and lifted her off the floor.

— only for another useless observation to cross his mind. He wasn’t the biggest guy around, but she felt surprisingly smaller in his arms than she looks. It must be the high-heeled boots and the jacket she always dons on. 

Waiting for her door to slide open, he crossed over to her bed the moment it did.

Carefully, as gently as he could, Dan Heng placed her onto her bed and took a step back, in time to see the movement jerk her eyes open.

“Dan…” She blinked, staring up at him with clouded eyes and cheeks flushed red. “...Dan Heng?” Clearly disoriented.

 “Stay put.” Dan Heng headed for the door. “I’ll be back.” Was all he said.

Looks like he won’t be turning in anytime soon. 

And this time for a very good reason that the little conductor should not berate him for, Dan Heng thought as his purposeful stride brought him out of her room and in the direction of the Parlor Car.

period.

"pick the man, play with the guy" — that is the devil speaking. don't listen to him.

— DATING THEM INCLUDES

pairings: blade x gn! reader and kafka x gn! reader (separately)

word count: 850.

KAFKA: 

i feel like dating kafka is smooth sailing at some point of time but sometimes, she tends to do things that catch you off-guard. i see kafka as someone who knows her things; meaning she can be romantic if she wants to. kafka is probably the type to hold your hands while you’re outside together; being sent on missions and so on. depending on the difficulty of the missions, blade or silver wolf were ordered to accompany you, much to their dismay. 

kafka loves to tease them by smothering you with kisses or lingering near you. she’ll do anything to piss them off, taking great joy in seeing their disgusted expressions. silver wolf even threatened she would end your lives and kafka merely laughed. 

now being a stellaron hunter means you’re constantly on the run; moving from one planet to another while keeping a low profile. that means kafka has to improvise on the types of dates with you. she doesn’t mind the location; it can be your chambers or at a random planet you decided to make a quick stop at. what she treasured the most is the quality time spent with you. 

kafka does get jealous, but she doesn’t let it get into her. she wouldn’t immediately step in if she sees someone flirting with you, choosing to observe first. if you tried to stop them but they were being persistent, kafka will interrupt them and flash a menacing smile, making them scurry away without hesitation. 

if either blade or silver wolf saw how you attempted to hide the hickeys on your neck when you returned from your assigned mission, they pretend they saw nothing. 

i see her being a protective lover, but not too protective. she has witnessed your skills first-hand and has seen what you’re capable of. kafka has complete trust in your abilities, and won’t hesitate to step in if she senses you’re in danger. if you’re sent on a mission on your own, kafka will play the calm demeanor in front of her comrades but deep down, she was worried. 

she hopes you will return in one piece and she couldn’t focus on her tasks; something blade often teased her about. if you manage to return without any grave injuries, kafka takes it on her own to tend to your wounds. her pretty lips will be pursed and her eyebrows are furrowed while she dabbed away at your injuries. 

give her a kiss and reassure her that you’ll always come home to her, and everything’ll be alright! 

BLADE: 

to be honest, i think dating him is the same experience as dating kafka, except blade is more of a mischievous person. the one thing he loves to do is to tease you endlessly and purposely pressing your buttons. it works every time, with how you lashed out at him at the top of your lungs. blade on the other hand, simply laughed and dismissed your reactions, much to your annoyance. 

sometimes you wish you could wrap your hands around his throat and strangle him to death on the spot. too bad he has a handsome face and the infuriating smirk that does nothing but make heat pools in your stomach. i don’t think blade is someone who takes you out on dates LMAO (this is kinda ironic since my last work atm is him taking you out but anyways). just like kafka, he considers it a date if he spends time with you. 

blade is also someone who doesn’t mind showing everyone that you’re taken by him and no one should be allowed to touch you the way he does. he doesn’t mind casually possessively wrapping an arm around your waist. he doesn’t mind holding and intertwining your fingers together, showing his seldom soft side to you. (simp) 

between the two of you, blade often plays the role of a listener. he prefers to listen to you rambling about anything, only providing his inputs here and there when it is needed. blade likes to see you smiling and he wouldn’t dare to say it out loud but, he loves the way your eyes came to life whenever you rambled about your favorite things. he wished you would always maintain that look in your eyes, no matter what. 

blade does get jealous, but whether he lets it get to him or not is a whole different story. he’s a master at concealing his emotions and no one, except you that is, is able to comprehend his feelings. if blade sees someone invading your personal space and you showing signs that you’re clearly uncomfortable, invisible alarm bells rang off in his mind. 

he will drop whatever he’s holding and head over to you, like he’s your knight in shining armor. all blade needs to do is to send them a cold glare; a glare that could make anyone wet their pants, and they are gone. 

this is getting too long and i’m not sure how to end this but uh… blade may be a bad guy, but he’s trying his best so uh, stick with him!

note: this was requested by @imjustasimp132 ! thank you for sending in your request and i hope you enjoy <3