POPS IN AND SHAKES YOU

POPS IN AND SHAKES YOU

BAMBI. you are the next one on my list to convert to a hsr / genshin papa enthusiast >:)

bambi…. do u have any thoughts abt hsr and genshin papas (twirling my hair as i type)

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HONAKI STAR RAIL MEN AS DADS — VARIOUS HSR.

ft. jing yuan, blade, dan heng, aventurine x fem! reader (separate)

content. literally so much fluff u can consider ssfw (super sfw), BUT is kinda suggestive, established relationship (marriage), dan heng’s part is slightly il dan heng, lots of mentions of pregnancy, parental au, somewhat a headcannon w little blurbs in between !!!!, lots & lots of kisses, pet names used for reader, not proofread

notes. IM SO SRRY IT TOOK THIS LONG; hopefully i cooked/redeemed myself w this 😞🙏 made a specially for @neuvistar — maryse !! i also made the writing smaller bc i don’t want it to look longer (srry if it’s hard to read :’)) i doubt myself w this idk if it’s even good (i cut off half of the characters i was gonna write bc i honestly idk 😾 & i did some of them dirty IM SORRY) </3 but i actually do have thoughts, but i hate when i have smt in mind & i js can’t seem to write it down SHAKES YOU IN FRUSTRATION

JING YUAN — is literally father and daddy coded you cannot persuade me that he isn’t (i will throw hands at you) he’s super sweet and gentle with you before and after your pregnancy, he’ll actually probably treat you the same after you get your children — although maybe he’ll be more patient. overall he’s on the chiller dad side. personally, jing yuan would naturally know how to handle his children even when they’re a few hours after birth. he would cradle them with so much care and gentleness like your baby is made of fragile glass. but what’s to expect? he has yanqing to deal with in the first place.

JING YUAN — would be the man to kiss your forehead multiple times during pregnancy, he’ll actually transform into a male wife, he’ll also go as far as canceling all of his meetings and not give a damn about each one, even if you tried telling him to; he’s stick by your side like super glue. he’s SO reassuring. it’s a shame fu xuan had to deal with a man like him, he’ll never focus properly even if he went to work. all he has on his mind is you and his soon-to-be little versions of you and him.

“take it easy, love. i’ll be right by your side if you need me.”

JING YUAN — who would and will have two daughters, he’s such a girl dad i can see it. i feel like he wouldn’t (??) have twins, just like one child at a time, a very supportive dad. he could easily cheer up his daughters anytime, like when they trip, fall, scrap their knee, need help on homework, need assistance on changing, and so much more.

JING YUAN — who takes naps with his daughters anywhere, anytime. his daughters definitely inherited their father’s love for sleep (and his lazy personality), they enjoy sleeping just like their sleep deprived father. you’ll as often walk in on the three sleeping together — the children wrapped in jing yuan’s warm, muscular arms. unfortunately, you go a long way just to wake up your husband, what makes you think waking up your husband and two more lazy children that have the same ego as their father help?

“mommyy… 5 mor’…”

“mhm, what she said… just 5 more minutes, darling… how about you join us..?

JING YUAN — spoils his daughters. he doesn’t spoil them too much, or else they’ll grow up to be greedy, so he’ll spoil them just a right amount that they know how to behave properly when receiving something thoughtful. he cherishes the moments he gets to spend with you and the children together — he occasionally schedules times so he can get home at a specific time to spend with his family. eating dinner, playing games, and just enjoying his family. on rare occasions, his girls will wake up early and even come to your’s and jing yuan’s bedroom to wake you two up in the morning! leading to a huge cuddle session and cute babbling from your mix of you and jing yuan.

BLADE — is quite the dad, actually. he obviously won’t show it, but he’s in between being extremely nervous and extremely excited on being a dad. he’s not sure if it’ll be worth the shot even being a father, due to all of the trauma and greif he’s had in his life. but after he met you, he’s started to diminish his need to disappear. additionally, you’ll be there to reassure him.

BLADE — is a very good father. like before, he’s nervous, but he has soft spot for you — which means he has an even softer spot for his own children. he’s a girl dad; one daughter and i can see it. he takes REAL good care of her when she’s just minutes out the womb. just the way blade’s eyes softened so much and his mouth slight gaped can tell how blade sees his beautiful daughter. the man to tuck his girl’s stray hairs out of her face and kiss her face afterwards.

“she looks just like me..”

BLADE — who's so gentle with his daughter. despite being a wanted criminal who fights with much skill and discipline, it’s a true surprise to see him so vulnerable while using his rough hands to softly cradle his daughter who’s ten times smaller than him. he’ll let his daughter play with his bangs and long luscious hair, even if he has to brush it all over again. he doesn’t give a single care about his hair, as long as his daughter gets her entertainment. he’ll let her slap his face, squish his cheeks, bump his nose, whatever (he probably wouldn’t let them all slide). on some days, when blade’s not running around and escaping from soldiers, he lets his daughter go ALL out on him. the two will definitely play — dress up, dolls, tea party’s, and much, much more (but it’s not like he can say no).

BLADE — who unfortunately “becomes” a pretty princess once his daughter gets to work. neon clips, silky ribbons, fake makeup, pink hair ties, jewelry, everything. and when you witness it, it’s more than difficult to hold in your laugh.

“blade!… blade?-”

“don’t.”

BLADE — is a pretty accurate protective father, but sometimes, it’s not even his protectiveness that’s acting. just a small glance or look from him can scare any boy from staying near or close your daughter. you remind him constantly to give his daughter some freedom, but what’s he gonna do if he’s doing nothing — but staring at the boy? it’ll take time for him to accept a guy that your daughter actually really likes and wants to be with, but don’t worry, blade will be “kind” enough to do it for his daughter. but don’t expect him to accept a man so easily (and the man to accept a dad-in-law so… scary), he’ll definitely have them take a “trial” on something to be able to be his daughter’s lover. heads up, if any guy hurts his daughter in any way, physically, mentally, or emotionally, they better count their days.

DAN HENG — is literally the sweetest dad to ever have, it’s tooth rottening. he’s like the entire package. he’ll make sure his children get a good education, live in a good environment, provide them with a decent life style, and hope they grow up to be amazing people (i’m crying rn). but before actually receiving you giving birth to your child, dan heng was the biggest nervous thing ever. he never thought to ever have a child of his own, and doubt how he’ll have to work it out. but you reassured him, and true to your words, he was.

DAN HENG — stays by your side almost all the time during your pregnancy. even when he had lots of trailblazing with the crew, he insisted to stay back to care for you and his future children. fortunately, he was allowed to by himeko and welt — unfortunately for march 7th and the trailblazer, they were missing a member to provoke. he can and will do everything and anything for you; the whole princess treatment. need water? right on top of your bed stand. need a pillow? he’s already rushing for a spare one. need something to eat? he’s already provided it (breakfast in bed guys). don’t forget the cuddles on the side, he’ll provide that anytime. his cuddles are literally so warm it warms up your body in the process, he’s like your personal heater. dan heng will definitely rub soothing circles on the belly — he knows it gets difficult to be a mother (not by experience guys get it out of your head), so he hopes all his acts of service helps you.

“shhh… take it easy love.”

DAN HENG — would have 2 children, a son and a daughter. unless it’s il dan heng, then that’s something else. i’d say the son is the oldest, although i don’t exactly 100% see it. there will be tears when he gets to see his very first child, holding them like it’s like his very last chance of living. he’ll immediately kiss your forehead after you’ve given birth to your and his’ child, promising to care for your son (and future daughter) ‘till the day he dies. he’ll also be by your side when your in the process of delivering your child. rubbing circles on your hands, lightly hushing and kissing you, intertwining hands, and saying the most supportive and loving words ever. and you maybe even cried during it because you can’t believe to have such an amazing husband like dan heng by your side (i’m crying again). additionally, the way his heart and eyes melted when you send him a small smile and slowly closed your eyes to rest.

DAN HENG — who like blade, would let his children play with his hair. sometimes, he’d transform into his vidyadhara and let his children play with his long hair; clipping clips, tying his hair, fashioning it, etc. i guess the son wouldn’t be so into that, but he’ll help his sister dress up their father. you melt whenever you happen to see your little toddlers play and try to chase after their father’s dragon tail. careful not to have them trip or fall, dan heng enjoys teaseing them and having them run after his tail — like a puppy, hoping that they manage to catch his tail and play atop it. i also can’t help but think of the thought dan heng would have his tail “turn” into a slide for his little children! they would just slide down and run back to their father for another round until they’re exhausted.

“hehe... again! again!”

“alright, you can slide some more, but then it’s gonna be your nap time.”

“ok, daddy!”

DAN HENG — who lovingly tucks his kids in their bed or crib when it’s their nap time, or it’s their bedtime. it’s such a heartwarming scene to witness, it could easily melt even the coldest of hearts. i think dan heng would sing them lullabies, but occasionally when he feels like it’s time for them understand the meanings of his songs. dan heng slightly blushes when he sees you in the doorway, flustering that you got to see how vulnerable he is, but that’s not a bother.

AVENTURINE — is one of the funnest and dedicated dads. he just loves his children so much, even if he has a side job, he always manages to make time for them and you. would definitely cry tears of joy and happiness when he receives them, stroking their small heads and holding them so tenderly. he loves you so much for giving him his children; he'd babble on forever about how you're such an amazing wife for working so hard for him and you, probable crying while saying all those heartwarming things. he's more than grateful to have his little children.

AVENTURINE — is such an AMAZING dad and supporter oh my goodness. he's so caring when you're a few months and/or weeks pregnant. maybe he becomes a male-wife (??), that's very visible in my brain. for awhile, he would take a break on going to the casino — to stay home and care for you. would easily decline any offer from any opponents that want to gamble. you would sometimes just wake up in the morning and hear his conversations to somebody about some business.

"no... im good... listen, for the last time, im not. please and thank you." hangs up.

"oh! mornin' babe. huh? — oh, its nothing, just some brat."

AVENTURINE — is a girl dad, but i feel like he would have one son and two daughters. he would love them all equally and take care of them so much; giving them a childhood he never managed to have. aventurine i guess i pretty known for being quite a guy, but his kids would be the sweetest ever — which he said was inherited by you. but just like their dad, they have another side (😈), they can be SO troublesome and little maniacs if they want to.

AVENTURINE — who gets tackled to the ground whenever he gets home from work by his children. it’s so cute and entertaining to see him get beaten to the ground by kids so much younger than him. they would just tackle his — grabbing his hat and coat and wearing them themselves ITS SO CUTE. additionally, i see aventurine taking the three bundles of joy to his gambling games and have them like sit on his lap and let them experience it. and also watching their dad ‘win’, is what he said. but after a couple weeks of their visits, aventurine eventually had to limit their visits because they kept exposing his cards; throwing them, playing with them, shouting out his cards, etc.

“daddy has only two more blue cards!”

“and one yellow!”

“oh! hehe… don’t shout out, love, it’s rude.”

AVENTURINE — who does the weirdest things with his kids. he would one hundred percent (sorry not sorry) dab up his son and teaches him the weirdest shit ever. like it’s kinda not surprising at all. he would also let his daughter play around with his necessary stuff. many of his other stuff needs to been hidden well, because you know, his kids are pretty curious.

⭒ 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑼𝑷 𝑺𝑬𝑿, minors do not interact

fem reader x sunday, aventurine, jing yuan, boothill + blade ( separate ) ; arguments. angst if you squint. apologies. controlling tendencies in sunday’s. petnames used; my dear - sweetheart - my angel - darlin’. reasoning for argument explained in each charas hc. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ SUNDAY

you were sure it was something that sunday never meant deliberately, but instead it came naturally with his more… protective personality traits. he was a worrier and maybe he was just more unaware that it came across to be controlling; the people you interacted with, your freedom to roam around penacony unaccompanied… he was always watching.

he’d also echo that “it is for your own benefit, my dear. i must ensure your safety, that is my sworn duty afterall, is it not?”

and it’s true, you were not ignorant to the fact that as oak family head sunday may have enemies, even enemies of the family themselves could use you as a means of leverage over him but that didn’t make it any less… suffocating.

but he always had his own effective ways of luring you back to him, to comfort you within his own means.

which is why it’s almost cruel the way sunday’s letting his cock rest inside of your pussy, deliberately not moving as he watches you twitch with need — desperate for him to do anything except look down at you with that same oh so patient expression he’s wearing now. it’s like he’s unknowingly trying to wear down your resolve by taking his time admiring your expressions, trying to listen to your reasoning when you’re babbling on the end of his cock, begging for friction was not an easy task.

nonetheless, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to seeing that (still beautiful) little frown, especially when it’s directed at him.

“now now, my dear. there is no need to fuss.. you know i simply can’t stand when you are upset with me.” the tone of sunday’s voice feels like it drips through you, it’s almost condescending but there’s a gentle, loving undertone that feels familiar for you when it curls down your spine, feeling like it ignites something inside of you.

he’s sure to lean in to smear a kiss along your temple before he continues, he knows how much you like when he does that. “do you remember what i told you? everything i do is with your best intentions at heart, or do you feel that is otherwise not the case?” you feel a pang in your own chest at his words, like he’s appealing to that adoring part of you that he values so much, coaxing it back to him with a barely moving stutter of his hips that isn’t much; but with how he’s holding out on you it makes you twitch.

and sunday softens as he watches you, before he continues.

“although i know you would never tell me my means of showing my adoration for you could be considered too.. overbearing, would you? or am i wrong for thinking as such?”

you‘re shaking your head quickly before sunday can even finish his sentence with a question, responding with something that’s a little whispery and choked off, “i know, i wouldn’t.” you hiccup and the man over you coos—feathers shuddering at the sweet sound. “i’m sorry, just.. please, just fuck me!”

oh—he loves you like this, pliant and pretty beneath him and you’re all his, so he decides that he’ll reward you with a few teasing thrusts as your tight cunt squeezes down around him at the sudden friction you’ve been craving. “there is no need to apologise my dear, unless you have done something that requires repentance?” he’s closer this time when he leans over you — brushing his nose along your jawline as he inhales the familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his own scent, making something carnal boil in his stomach.

your fingers and toes curl tight, so driven by your own yearning for bliss, but you still find it in yourself to shake your head at the question, and sunday chuckles.

“heh, it is as i thought. i simply do not want to put you in a position where you may be taken from me.” his teeth nip softly at your jawline as you lean into him, lifting your otherwise bleary gaze to meet his own all-consuming one as he smiles, kindhearted despite the way he’s making your lungs and insides quake. “you are aware of your importance to me, are you not? or must i remind you by… other means, hm?”

your lips part, almost quietly—wordlessly until he offers you another thrust and the pleasure it plants to bloom makes you arch as you manage out a strangled, soft little please! anything, i just need you! as you lashes flutter.

your answer pulls a groan from sunday nonetheless, it’s a sweet sound that makes your insides curl and ache when it’s followed up with another languid roll of his hips — deliberately pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you that has your lips parting to moan his name.

“very well, my angel. then allow me to extend my most sincere apologies to you.” as much as sunday’s words may feel otherwise insincere, you know that he would never ignore your comfort despite his own anxieties. so he’ll simply ask your accompanying guards to keep a more casual distance next time they escort you around penacony, maybe then you would feel less trapped.

like the door to the birds cage has been propped open just enough for them to explore the locked room the cage otherwise resides in, he’s simply expanding your territory is all.

he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs with how intoxicating you look beneath him as he ready’s himself to begin a pace. but you feel his fingers tighten around your jaw before he’s forcing your gaze to meet his with the next deep push of his cock into your cunt.

“fret not, i will ensure your satisfaction with this outcome, it is my utmost priority afterall.”

⭒ AVENTURINE

you and aventurine rarely argued… but there was a particularly noticeable strain whenever a certain topic seemed to emerge in your relationship. notably so, whenever he seemed to have little to no regard for his own life, using it as a bargaining chip or a means to acquire intel.

he seen no value in himself and given who he was—where he came from, he served to gain a lot more than he had to lose. high risk, high rewards was something that he frequently lived by but what he never really considered was how that made you feel when he opted to risk dying by that same motto. he always had a way of talking himself out of the topic of conversation but it never squashed it no matter how good he was at it, so you’re hellbent on making him hear you now as you grind yourself down onto his cock.

aventurine looks up at you from where his head is resting back into the pillows on his bed, hair mused as he digs it back beneath him and the grin on his pretty features almost seems misplaced given the situation.. the topic.

“hey now, is it really something to get upset about? if all that’s at risk is my neck, what’s the loss? especially when i stand to gain so much.” he drawls in that same saccharine tone that he always used with you. you’re resting above him, thighs straddling his hips as you press the shaft of his pretty cock between your folds, rubbing your slick along the length of him. but you still can’t quite ignore the heavy weight in your chest despite the lust that licks at your spine.

“you have other means to gamble with; money, information..” your words are a soft mule when aventurine deliberately meets the next roll of your hips with one of his own, like he’s coaxing you to drop the topic despite the way you stubbornly refuse to.

that’s exactly why you’re not letting him have as much of you as he wants until you know your words are reaching him. but before you can continue listing the long list of other means your lover has at his disposal, he snorts beneath you.

“please, even the ipc are aware of my disposability and what’s more tempting than a game with high stakes? having no surviving family members only lessens the draw back—anyway, i emerged victorious so it was a worthwhile bet.” you find it to be quite fascinating how aventurine treats himself with so little regard. he truly seen himself as a pawn, as something that would be forgotten about completely if one of his deals fall through and he pays for it with his life.

instead of the person he truly is.. the one he deserves to live to be, and it makes you ache terribly.

“but if you lose, what happens to me?” you whisper and keen, peering at him from where he’s gazing up at you and his thighs quiver beneath you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. “your possessions are nothing to me but trinkets unless you’re there to accompany them.”

“oh? i don’t think i quite understand what you mean.” the feeling of your body against aventurine’s is truly captivating, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh.

“i don’t want to lose you, don’t you see that’s why i’m upset. i’d cry for you.. mourn you.” you lean and settle down above him as you take his cheeks in your palms and for the first time since this exchange started, his smile drops.

aventurine looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotions—all while he’s mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him. he feels you begin to press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips.

it’s an almost vulnerable sound, like you’ve just taken your heart in his hands—he wonders if you’d be as mad as you are now if he offered his life up to you instead, he trusts you’d treat it well.. he knows you wouldn’t ask for anything in return either.

aventurine swallows once before he returns to his usual demeanour and you feel his fingertips squeeze into your skin before he’s twisting his neck to meet the next press of your lips with his own. its softer than the kisses you’ve shared before and it makes you feel terribly warm, looking up to realise that he’s already gazing at you when you pull away to continue with another sinful roll of your hips.

he chuckles, “well it seems… i have a little more to lose than i thought, hah. however will i repay you, i wonder?”

“just be careful, please?” as he expected, its a soft request—you don’t ask much from him but just to be, and he finds himself gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him. aventurine suddenly feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock and suddenly he realises the weight of everything he truly has to lose.

“oh, you can count on that, although i don’t think that’s an equal deal and im all about playing fair…”

he takes another greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock before he draws himself back completely and he huffs when he gives you a teasing look from beneath you, “so how about i start here, instead?” he drawls, as you finally feels the head of his cock press against the entrance to your sweet pussy and you gasp as he pushes into you, slowly and gently.

⭒ JING YUAN

it’s not that you’re notably upset about jing yuan’s responsibilities or his lacking presence considering how busy he would get at work. it would be silly for you to be ignorant to how busy he was as general of the luofu, so it was never something you notably brought up to him. ofcourse, you missed him—but it was an emotion you kept to yourself, not overwhelming enough to risk an argument over.

but, your lover still finds it vital for him to makeup his absence to you in a way that reminds you of how much he adores you… just incase you’ve forgotten while he’s been gone. it’s like he is immediately aware of the yearning residing inside of you without it ever being spoken out loud, irritatingly so when he seems to be wearing that same smug grin on his lips as he does.

“come now, my dear. i didn’t realise you’d become so sensitive in my absence.” jing yuan breathes, a teasing undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, and his hands massage your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around his thick cock.

every stroke feels like an apology, every press against the sweet nerves inside of you making you keen. it was almost insufferable how well he was able to fill you up, your walls trembling around the thick spread of him only after a few days apart—you’re already struggling to stave off your orgasm but it’s more to prove a point rather than anything else.

jing yuan only seems to feed on your reactions like this though, despite how eager you are to always welcome him home—he still finds it an essential feat for him to apologise for your time apart anyway. although he would much rather hear how much you’ve missed him while he’s been gone, so he continues “well it would be rude of me to not tend to your needs, wouldn’t you agree? you needn’t have to ask.”

he noses against your cheek as he presses you beneath him, it’s just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you smugly. there’s a familiar gleam in his gaze when you lift your own to meet it,

“stop doing that,” you gasp, strained and choked because despite your reluctance to admit it.. you did feel much more sensitive after a few days away from him. but maybe it was the idea of jing yuan making it up to you when he returned home that had you staving off dealing with your own creeping needs—although you’d rather he not know that.

not when he’s already teasing you enough as is,

“and what may that be? i am simply seeing to my most important duties, there’s no need to make a fuss.” the general over you hisses when he feels your pussy flex around his heavy cock at his words, like it’s a little payback for how he’s handing you right now. you manage to mumble something ineligible back—something that has a chuckle falling from jing yuan’s lips when he begins a steady pace because he thinks it’s as sweet as ever.

and you pout as he looks over you, although overcome with the pleasure he gives you regardless. “i feel like you’re teasing me. what’s your p-plan?”

“hm? was it not obvious that i missed you just as much as you have missed me?” his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek as his cock twitches when you look up at him again.

you feel so good, you can barely find it in yourself to be anything other than grateful at how well he treats you.. even if he is insufferably teasing when he wants to be.

but still, you try just to wipe that grin off of his face— “i didn’t say that! you’ve just been busy with work… who said i missed you?” you grumble, teasing him as you find yourself suddenly turning away to avoid his lazy, lidded gaze and he chuckles before offering you a particularly sharp thrust.

it’s enough to make you have to grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over you—his hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face.

he looks almost a little too smug at the pleasure he knows hes giving you, yet… you can’t help but crumble.

“oh? but i have reason to believe otherwise, my dear.” he rocks his huge body into yours again, and you know what he’s referring to when your pussy squeezes around him in that ever so tight, saccharine grip that only seems to beg him for even more, and he lifts a brow at you as you prove his point. “so allow me to apologise for not returning to you sooner.”

you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter, he had a job to do afterall… he simply couldn’t have you mad at him, even if it’s only an excuse for him to spoil you.

“i will make it up to you as many times as you please.”

⭒ BOOTHILL

boothill has a bad habit, mostly due to his past experiences and the things that have been… taken from him. but he was a runner; although it was never meant to hurt your feelings, it was more the fear of having something so close that the sudden idea of it him losing it once more made him seize up, it drove him away and he knows it’s selfish.

but he couldn’t lose you, so he ran—took on a job that took him from you for a good few weeks when he left without a word and even the thought of that sweet expression on your face crumbling made the space in his chest that was once occupied still ache. but because he still wants to be with you, he always seems to come back—it’s like he’s hoping he’ll return to you and you’ll kick him to the curb and tell him to get lost, for your sake.

but you never do, even despite the pout on your features and the cloudy look in your gaze when you blink up at boothill standing in your doorway, you don’t tell him to leave. there’s an apologetic, charming grin on his features but you can tell there’s a longing wrapped up beneath there too.. regret, or maybe that’s just what you’re hoping for.

“come on, darlin’ can’t stand when y’re all mad at me like this. ain’t movin’ ‘til ya talk to me.” he sighs from where he’s got you pressed in his lap.

you’re arching your back to press your chest closer to the cool metallic touch of boothill’s and your cunt flexes around his mechanical cock when it only serves to push him deeper. you’d think given his absence and the fact he’s the reason you’re mad in the first place, that he’d be more than happy to make it up to you. but instead—he’s halting your movements and almost torturing you as he holds you still against him, refusing to give you the pleasure you’ve been missing out on since he left… not until you atleast look at him again.

“you left me, w-what do you expect?” your voice is strained, hurt and it makes the galaxy ranger beneath you hiss like it stings him. it’s not as familiar as the soft tone thats usually reserved for him is and he can’t help but find himself yearning for that same sultry drawl once more as he gives you a tired, regretful look.

“awh, fudge. ya know i never wanna leave ya, sweetheart. ‘ts complicated is all.” boothill’s jaw clenches as you watch him sink back into the chair he’s hauled up on in your living room—tipping his hat off of his head to cast it aside with his next sigh so he can really look at you as his other hand continues to sink into your hips.

he knows you’re not gonna let him off easy with this one and… he can’t really blame you either.

“then why can’t you atleast tell me, instead of just u-up and leaving.. just like that! what if something happened to you?” your voice hiccups slightly as you readjust yourself on his lap, and it’s like boothill can feel all the pain he’s brought to you despite his absence.

he grits his teeth as he meets your gaze, “ain’t nobody gon’ take me from ya, that’s for sure. they’ll sooner be eatin’ bullets, so ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that.” his voice is low and smooth—as self assured as always and the tone has your back curling when he leans in closer as if to emphasis it. there’s something intimate in the way the movement makes his hips roll against yours and your body feels so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. “listen here, i know i fudged up real bad but cmon, ya really gon’ make me beg?”

“nobody took you from me because you left, it was you.” boothill picks up on the way your voice shakes and its scarily instantaneous the way his fingertips reach out to brush against your cheek, to comfort you, as you lean into the familiar cold metal press of his palm. “do you know how that felt?”

“i do, cause i sure am feelin’ somethin’ right now, sweetheart.” his words reply quietly, but the small little call of his voice urges you to blink up at him again and for the first time, you smile. he knows you’ve got a lot more unpacking to do, but for now—he hopes you’ll atleast let him offer you this until you both have a real talk about it.

boothill’s free hand smoothes along the shape of your hips as he appreciates every part of you—basking in the way your soft skin squishes beneath his movements and he huffs out a laugh before he offers you his first, real thrust. its slow and languid and nowhere near enough, but he still can’t help but feel completely enamoured by the way your lips part to gasp because you’re still as beautiful as the day he left you.

“shhhh, there we go, a bet that feels much better for ya, don’t it? i sure got a lot of makin’ up to do, i bet. so, ya gon’ give me a chance to make it up to ya?” he hums before thrusting into you again and you hold onto him with the next, hands pressing against the machinery in his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he lets his hand leave your cheek to join the other on your hips this time as he begins a pace, a little rougher and full of want as the sound of your skin slapping against him echos and he pulls you into him more.

you’re closer now, lips almost pressed to boothill’s ear and he can hear every pretty whine that falls from between them as he ruts up into you. but “i just want you to talk to me.” catches him off guard and he turns to look at you when he hears it.

his cock is still smoothing along all of your sweet spots effortlessly but there’s a sudden softness to the way his lips quickly press against yours when you catch his gaze. its a contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you—this is gentle, feeling his cold fingers smooth along the side of your cheek again before he pulls away just as quickly, and he offers you one of his usual smirks when he looks at you this time.

“yer real stubborn for somethin’ so fudgin’ sweet, ain’t ya, darlin’? but alright—alls well, no harm done, i ain’t leavin’ ya again anytime soon.” boothill offers you the reassurance under his breath and as much as you want to accept it as enough—you both know it’s going to take time. but he’s willing to work and that is something that you are sure of as you feel a familiar rush of warmth in your veins, letting yourself completely give in to him as lets you use him for your own pleasure.

he chuckles,

“we can get into this later, right now—how about ya show me what i’ve been missin’?”

⭒ BLADE

it was just the sort of person blade was truly, you’d tried so hard to convince yourself of that—that he wasn’t exactly a man who would give anyone he didn’t truly enjoy the presence of the time of day. but you couldn’t help the pang for your anxieties, the insecurities knowing that your relationship didn’t resemble much of the usual one.

there was rarely any affection from the otherwise cold stellaron hunter and although you never expected him to be the type to kiss you in a crowd or confess his love to you in company, sometimes you just needed some simple reassurance that… he really did want a relationship with you like he said he did, albeit in very short words.

but, blade has his own ways of trying to get his point across.

which is why his dark hair is already mused from your hands and you’ve both left a trail of clothes in your wake no doubt that lead to where he resides for now. he’d caught you off guard when he’d came to you, kissing you hard before you’ve both ended up where you are—with the weight of his hips leaning against yours and his fingers groping almost too tight into your skin.

but the thing that surprises you the most, is when blade follows up one of his particularly sharp, rough thrusts with a kiss that’s so gentle it almost seems misplaced amongst his otherwise sharp exterior. although, you can’t help but find yourself arching into the soft touch, closer—especially when it’s followed by another deep kiss of his cock and another smeared kiss as his large hands bruise into your skin.

“why are you being so affectionate suddenly?” part of you didn’t want to ask—almost deciding to just live selectively ignorant and bask in the rare affection that your lover was giving you. but it seemed… off, and as much as you desired more from him, you would never force him into a place of discomfort due to your own selfish gain.

but, even with your question—blade gives you another, albeit shorter kiss before he answers, gruff and low. “why? is this not what you desired?” his words a hum, although you barely pick up on them from where he’s grinding into your pussy.

his answer makes something warm seem to rattle beneath your skin because, he truly was doing this for you but still, you can’t help but find yourself thinking whether he really wants to or if it’s just something he seems to think is a requirement. although its selfish, you can’t help but find yourself wanting to bask in it—even just for a short while, because his cock reaches so deep it has your toes curling and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like this new side of him, even if it was an act.

but because you value blade more than that, you find it in yourself to pry. “you don’t have to force yourself to be affectionate i-if.. if you don’t want to be.” your lashes flutter as you speak, and you meet his hips with your own everytime he rocks forward.

but still, the press of his lips and squeeze of his hands on you doesn’t cease. instead, he only seems to offer you a dissatisfied sort of growl at your statement before he slows his pace, albeit only slightly as you still jolt beneath him with every wet connection.

“i told you before. i do not do things that i myself find unnecessary, this is simply the opposite.” blade pushes his cock up against something sensitive inside of you as he speaks, and any anxieties you had about his sudden affectionate tendencies melt with his next quick thrust — leaving you breathless, mindless as he forces his cock deeper into your pussy with the next smear of his lips along your cheek.

“now, as i asked prior, will it do?” he hisses this time, his words are a little sharper with the way you’re squeezing tight around him but when it’s followed by the gentleness in which he kisses along your features before nibbling at your jaw, you don’t even notice.

instead you can’t help but yearn to have blade closer so you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders before you’re arching into him, leaning into every press of his mouth until you’re turning to meet the next with your own.

“whatever you can give is fine.”

“i hope to provide you with whatever you seek is all. but, very well..” so he kisses you, unbashfully rough and full of teeth as he fucks into you ruthlessly, but this one seems to warm you a little more than the rest do with his next words, “as i please then.”

➳ you're my achilles heel

summary ⎯ niche microtropes w/ the hsr men! emphasis on the micro (not rlly)

includes ⎯ dan heng, aventurine & jing yuan

tana talks ⎯ who's missed me? i've been gone for a HOT minute, and what other way to come back than kickstarting my 1k event: niche microtropes! more info about that will be here. thank you so so much for 1k!!!!

dan heng

when they both have to share a bed and one of them reveals it was the best night of sleep they've ever had

⎯ dan heng has made a lot of mistakes in his life, and letting march choose hotel rooms has to be one of them.

⎯ granted, he truly thought that march would do a good job at choosing the hotel, financial planning, and of course–choosing the rooms.

⎯ and everything was great. until you and dan heng had to share a bed.

you and dan heng shifted around the bed a few times before finally settling into designated spots. it was decided that dan heng would sleep on the outside, while you slept near the wall. his back faced you as he tucked himself into bed.

⎯ you and dan heng were friends. this awkwardness wasn't normal, and there should be no reason for the two of you to be avoiding each other like you are now. alas, here you are now, laying at least a foot apart.

⎯ the room is completely silent, and a bit cold as well. dan heng felt a breeze constantly grazing his shoulders. yeah. there was no way he could sleep like this

⎯ you, on the other hand, felt too hot. you had most of the blankets on your side and you felt SUFFOCATED. sometimes, it felt hard to breathe. but u weren't sure if that was just nerves or bc of how hot you felt.

⎯ ultimately, you are the one who has to make the first move.

"dan heng," you turned around and whispered, "are you cold?"

⎯ obviously, he was cold. but was he going to say anything about it?? no.

"i'm fine," he said, still facing his back towards you. "are you cold?" you gulped at the dry response. usually, you find yourself always wanting to talk to dan heng. he was never a boring converser, so why was he acting so strange tonight? but then again, you had no room to talk—you haven't said a word to dan heng until now.

⎯ at this point, you're a little frustrated at the lack of communication between the both of you. so—being the problem solver that you are—you decide to do something about it

slowly, you inch closer to dan heng—just to test the waters, of course. dan heng doesn't reach much, only a small head turn once he feels a dip in the mattress. you take some of the blanket and throw it over dan heng, awaiting his response.

⎯ meanwhile, dan heng over here is internally flipping out. when you inched towards him, dan heng could feel his heart skipping more than a few beats. and when you threw the blanket over him, dan heng wasn't sure if he felt warm due to the blanket or you.

⎯ when he finally turns over, you have to hide your wide eyes and slacked mouth underneath the blanket. you peer back up, and he's staring right at you.

"are... you okay?" you whisper underneath the blanket. "i'm cold," is all dan heng says. you hide your smile underneath the blanket, but you have a feeling dan heng knows you're smiling anyway. he's looking straight in your eyes after all.

⎯ and then you say it. you practically hit the pentagon.

you open up the blanket to where it reveals a dark silhouette of your body. "do you want to share?"

⎯ dan heng practically malfunctions. usually, there are always things dan heng says to fill the silence. he never runs out of words. not in a talkative way like march, but rather, he has an extensive vocabulary

⎯ this time though? haha. very funny. he's gone mute.

dan heng blinks at you while you hold the blanket open. you raise an eyebrow, taunting him. he squeezes his eyes shut, and then reopens them to find you still holding the blanket. was he halluncinating?

"i don't want to intrude." "oh please," you quietly laugh, "we're already sharing a bed. we crossed the line of intrusion a few hours ago."

⎯ and that sounds like a good deal to the both of you. except, one thing.

"are things going to change after this?" dan heng asks you. you're glad it's dark, so dan heng doesn't see you flush, "i don't see why things would change," you say, maintaining a calm face.

⎯ that's enough to get dan heng under the covers with you.

⎯ you two sleep wonderfully the rest of the night—you two even woke up early too. you were the one to wake up first. the sun shone on your face, yet you didn't even feel the glare at all. you felt energized, which was weird considering that you went to bed at questionable hour last night.

⎯ oh, and you also felt a pair of arms over your waist too. and something pressing into your neck. and something wrapping around your legs. and you also feel really hot. is that from the sun????

⎯ yeah. it's going to be harder to keep your word.

aventurine

those dancing scenes where it just so happens that the lighting focuses on the two of you

⎯ lavish parties and extravagant events weren’t new to aventurine, who just so happened to stumble on one of the biggest on penacony

⎯ sometimes, the families hold galas. it’s more of an exclusive thing, so aventurine had to do some awkward mingling in order to get in. that includes a very awkward conversation with a security guard, who kept raising eyebrows at his outfit.

⎯ beforehand, he had no interest in going to this event. however, once faced with the possibility that he could gather intel, his mind quickly changed.

⎯ now, he is standing right next to you, the heir to penacony's iris family. in his short time on the planet, he's seen your face countless times: on billboards, commercials, and next to various items. but seeing it in person?

⎯ way. different.

"you've never been dancing before?" you lead the ipc executive, aventurine, down the halls of the iris family's ballroom. aventurine shakes his head as he follows you, "not once. though, as the iris family's biggest celebrity, i take it you're used to dances?" your eyes widen when you hear him utter the compliment, "i'm... i'm not sure i'm the biggest celebrity," you rub your neck sheepishly. you tilt your head back, "and i don't think i can remember a time where i didn't dance."

⎯ aventurine has one goal tonight, and it's to get information about the families. if all goes according to plan, then he'd have the upper hand on penacony itself, thus being able to use his knowledge as a bargaining chip for the ipc.

⎯ and if there's one thing aventurine is good at, it's bargains.

⎯ so now, aventurine is trying his hardest to charm you into giving out any information. because people like you always talk.

"that must've been nice," aventurine eggs you on, "from what i can tell, parties on penacony are always fun." you let out a small laugh, "i'm glad you think that." the two of you walk side-by-side, and you aren't saying a single thing. aventurine flexes his hand by his side, preparing to make more idle chatter. he's about to open his mouth when a bright, shining light beams onto the both of you.

⎯ from the look on your face, aventurine can tell that you did not like that. he stands there passively, awaiting for your next move.

⎯ what he did not expect was for you to hold out your hand for him.

"um," you clear your throat. your eyes dart around the room and you gulp, holding out your hand, "may i have this dance?"

⎯ aventurine meets your nervous eyes with his wide ones. it looks like the two of you have no other choice. eyes are on the both of you when aventurine takes your hand, and you pull him into a quiet space in the ballroom.

⎯ let's get one thing straight: aventurine does not know how to dance.

⎯ so currently, he's trying to avoid stepping on your toes, while trying to remain in sync with you. on the inside, aventurine is annoyed. there are ears everywhere, meaning that there's a bigger risk. however, aventurine is all about risks, and the night is still young.

"i thought you liked dances," aventurine purposefully whispers into your ear, and he can feel the heat rise up. his voice is sultry and sweet, and he hopes to get you addicted to it soon. you look up at him with crinkled eyes. the light is glaring on you, and it seems like you're glinting instead of shining. "i never said that." aventurine takes notice of the rise and fall of your chest—much faster than when the two of you met. the corner of his lip raises a little bit, "oh, i'm sorry. but are you uncomfortable? i thought you've been doing this for years? let me know if i can do anything to help?" he offers.

⎯ you only smile, and aventurine gives you a polite smile back. he follows your lead, waiting for you to say something, but you only lead him around the ballroom.

⎯ the light is still trailing after you, except it's beaming more on aventurine than you at this point.

⎯ it's beaming more on aventurine. oh. he gets it now.

"do you wanna get out of here?" he whispers in your ear once again. he has to try his hardest to bite down the smirk that was about to appear on his face. this was going to be easier than he thought. you grab his hand in a tight hold, "no," you firmly state, "we're staying here."

⎯ wow. what a shift of tone.

"i need your help," you mutter under your breath. "help me, and i'll do anything," you look up into his eyes, pleading with him through your gaze.

⎯ aventurine nearly steps on your feet. what?

"uh–what?" aventurine questions you as you keep moving.

"sneak me out of here. we can't go through the doors—there's the bloodhound family everywhere. but i need you to get me out," you beseech. you grab his hand, bringing it up to your chest and slowly sliding it down to your waist.

⎯ aventurine has to remind himself to keep his cool multiple times. breathe in, breathe out. what were you getting at here? why did you want to escape?

"listen, what i said earlier. about the parties. i need to get out," you spin yourself around and back into the blond. "help me," you connect your palms as you circle him, "and i'll help you," you intertwine your fingers together.

⎯ the light still glistens over the both of you. and aventurine thinks two things: he's gotten into something he didn't need to get into, and that he finally has a way into the family.

jing yuan

second chance romance, except the two of you have been keeping tabs on one another the entire time.

⎯ jing yuan's childhood is filled of fond memories: his old master, the bright and sunny days when he would train, and you.

⎯ you, who jing yuan would willingly miss trainings for. you, the brilliant and clever reporter who broadcasted for the people. you, who jing yuan had to let go.

⎯ he'd spend days rereading what you've wrote; whether it be small stories or big news on the luofu. everything you had written intoxicated him. however, all good things have to end eventually.

⎯ the break-up wasn't even technically a break up, because you two weren't even together. the harsh reality was that you two were just friends, so jing yuan has no actual reason to be moping around. people lose friends all the time, and with jing yuan's lifestyle, it was bound to be imminent.

⎯ as the general, jing yuan had new priorities, and it seems like you weren't one of them anymore.

⎯ so, you move on with your career. you founded the xianzhou's very own broadcasting channel, which aired to the millions of citizens across all ships. you're a superstar who hasn't left their core values. rather than the big stories, you focus on local ones. you focus on the people.

⎯ and general jing yuan... focuses on his job. sort of. not really.

⎯ can you really say that a general is focused on his job when he goes missing?

"jing yuan," your side aches once you utter his name, and you suppress an agonized moan, "why are you here?"

⎯ you know what they say, old habits die hard.

⎯ the founder of the xianzhou's broadcasting channel was found in critical condition a few days ago. you had been reporting on the a civil case that had struck on one of the ships, and—next thing you know—blood ran from your fingertips and you rushed into a critical care unit.

"how did you even get here?" you ask as you lift yourself up higher on the bed. jing yuan steps forward, but you move back. "i haven't spoken to you in years. you cut me off, and then you show up now? can i atleast get an explanation on how you found me?"

⎯ jing yuan's silence tells you all that you need to know. you keep up with the dozing general, even if you are off the luofu. because still, even after all these years, your heart trails after him.

"i wanted to see you," jing yuan blurts. his voice is much more deeper than you remember it to be. "so i contacted the hospital and told them that my old friend was in critical condition, and i needed to see you." you scoff, "an old friend is a stretch." you pause and look down at your hands. and then, a thought furrows in your mind. "wait, if you knew where i was hospitalized—you read my articles?" "i've never stopped."

⎯ oh. oh? oh????

⎯ safe to say that you were rendered speechless. the next five minutes were spent by you staring at jing yuan, jaw-dropped and all.

"how long?" you asked. "too long," jing yuan dryly chuckles. "since i left."

⎯ the air is thick, and things are obviously tense. and there are so many things to talk about. so many things to tell him. such as how you've surfed before (it was a big dream of yours). or how you finally adopted the cat you always wanted (you hope he brings up his lion).

⎯ and while you sit there, you realize that you've missed this. how could you even live without this for hundreds of years? without him? was it surreal to feel so strongly about a person that left so long ago?

⎯ so many milestones missed. so many to make up for. so many things to talk about. so many things to clear up. and you still want to do it all with jing yuan.

⎯ does he still want to do it with you?

you clear your throat, attempting to sit up straighter. you're struggling, and you've never felt so embarrassed in your life. while trying to adjust yourself once more, you see a shadow appear above you, and it's the one and only jing yuan. "do you need help?" he asks, holding his arm out for you as support. you take it gladly, pulling yourself up by grabbing onto his (big) forearm. "thank you," you dust yourself off, checking your side for any rips in your stitches. "now," you begin, letting out a shaky breath, "i think... i think we're overdue for a chat."

⎯ you knew jing yuan. you'd like to know him now. jing yuan knew you too, and now—judging by the look on his face—he'd like to know you too.

god i've missed the hc's so much. like i'm truly going back to my roots here. be honest did y'all miss the hc's too or was that just me????

Haven’t I given enough? ( Yes , now rest) ( Dan Heng x reader)

It sucks , how you always run around , and help people . And once you’ve done the work, they think that have the right to push you around to becoming their personal servant . An

That was only Belabog , the Lufou was worse .

Well, not for you . Dan Heng had it way worse than you . He was forced to get off the train to help his friends only to be attacked and unwillingly revealed his past .

Also the astral express plus the dozing general fought Phantilya ! That’s a very hard task to complete!

Mean while you just ran around helping people , enduring their insults , and getting tired , that was nothing compared to them !

Geez… how useless are you?…..

However , as time flies by , the memories you buried at the back of your head , came back . The memories of flesh and blood being torn from you just to save other people .

The memories of what used to be friends turned into betrayal . What used to be just a potion , was a curio that was destined to burn scars into your flesh . Now , you can’t view anything the same as before . Everything had a dark side and now you’re wary of everyone .

March coming into your room unannounced? Sword to her throat .

Caelus being loud? An outburst for him to be quiet .

Welt attempting to soothe your nerves? A suspicious move that may be trying to lead you to your death .

Himeko brewing coffee for you? A poison that’s trying to end your life .

Just how stupid are you? You try to calm your nerves, saying that their friends , but the mind can forget , the body and subconscious can’t however . Soon your in the archives sulking in a corner despising yourself for how utterly rude you’re being with Dan Heng warily looking at you from his spot .

(He’s the only one you haven’t lashed out on yet)

You don’t blame him for being suspicious of you . You refuse to show any skin , any past , or anything about you now . You snap at people and almost insult them .

( You wish you weren’t alive so you wouldn’t hurt people like this)

You pick at your fingers as you feel his stare boring into your soul and hear his thoughts about how disgusting you are. It’s honestly deserved .

Soon , you move to another corner where he can’t see you and start to cry silently. You hate yourself for being so rude .

( But haven’t you given enough?)

( You’ve went around helping people while they insult you . You blindly trusted your friends only for them to betray you and leave you as they escaped . You swallowed a so called medicine when in reality it was a curio that almost killed you and made you experience excruciating pain for months)

( So tell me , haven’t you given enough?)

You thought that was just a voice in your head but in reality, Dan Heng was right next to you crouching down and holding your head , gently wiping away your tears.

“ Wait what?…” You stare at him in shock as you try to come up with a reasonable response why he knows all of this .

He looks at you for a few seconds and then gathers you into his arms while revealing his true form to you . A cool , teal tail gently wrapped around your waist and rubbed against you .

“ I did some researching , there was a legend about a person , who faced great obstacles. Both mentally and physically. Friends betraying them , flesh being torn out of their own will to save others .

There’s a lot . There’s even one where a potion was supposed to help them but it was actually a curio . Basically they were used as a meat shield and testing subject “ He caresses your cheek .

“ If my theory is correct , based off the reactions you give and the reactions in the legend . Is it safe to assume you’re the person who is mentioned in the story?”

You freeze , then all the memories come rushing back , the faces that were so blurry became refined in detail .

But with memory of friends , comes the memory of pain.

You break down sobbing as you remember everything single thing that happened to you . You’d expect Dan Heng to stay still but he doesn’t .He coddles you and keeps you warm , gently draping a blanket over you .

“ So I was right….” He murmurs to himself .

You start to tire as your exhaustion hits you like a truck . Dan Heng notices this and just rocks you to sleep as you drift off .

You struggle to stay awake but he just continues to coddle you and just says . “ Rest, you’ve given enough “

Once the reassurance is given that he wouldn’t hold it against you for sleeping , you close your eyes and fall asleep .

Soon , neon blue eyes are glowing and a dark promise is given .

“ I won’t let you suffer again .”

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Thanks for reading! Have great day!

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader)

A group under Dottore was doing a series of human experimentation in a facility in Fontaine. Being the Duke's finacée, (y/n) was captured by one of Wriothesley's many enemies, and sent to the facility to be an experiment subject. After her rescue, (y/n) was not the same. Battling PTSD while having no idea of what happened to her, she has a long journey of recovery ahead of her, and Wriothesley is there with her every step of the way.

Contains dark and mature themes, please DO NOT read if you're not certain you can handle the story, warnings listed below. Minors DNI.

Genre: f!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, a bit of mystery, action, more angst

TW/CW (will add as I go): first draft (will probably stay that way), very dark themes, angst, torture, blood, cpr, wishing for death, panic attacks, ptsd, human experimentation, implied s3xual abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, hyperventilation, hospitals, rehabilitation, vomitting, back and forth timeline, mentions of r@pe, pregnancy, ab0rtion, emotional and physical trauma

Updates: Completed!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters aside from (y/n). This story is 100000% fictional, any similarities to real life people or incidents are purely coincidental. After reading the TW/CW, please DO NOT read if you think you can't handle the story.

Minors DNI

Masterlist:

01 - Make It Out Alive

02 - What's Real?

03 - More Questions than Answers

04 - Investigation Continues

05 - Divulgence

06 - Embrace

07 - Decrescendo

08 - Epilogue

09 - Originally Planned Plot (Bonus)

➢ 香雪酒.

—✦ pairings. yingxing/blade x reader —✦ summary. the last memory you have of your beloved blacksmith. —✦ things to note. header by tuofu 、title translated to “fragrant snow wine” 、fluff to angst、yx x reader -> short blade x reader、reader is a vidyadhara so typical long life species things happen 、implied that reader remembers their past lives 、references to ‘maybe next time’、 proofread ✔️ —✦ extra. send in a request! —✦ notes. little thought i had that turned into a fully fleshed fic! of course its a little angsty at the end, because what are my fics when they dont end up a little sad? the wine names and knowledge may be inaccurate so i apologize for that 😖😖

“(name)?” you turn to see a familiar blacksmith walk up to you. “sorry, did you wait long?” yingxing sheepishly asks, setting down the wine bottle. the two of you had met up for a small ‘end of the year’ gathering. as per usual, yingxing was late.

“fifteen minutes, yingxing,” you comment and the white haired man sighs.

“listen, i got held up at my workshop. forgive me this time, please?” yingxing sat down across from you, pouring himself a glass of wine. this time, he brought huangjiu. it’s a little more bitter and sour than the usual baijiu, or xiang xue jiu he brings, but it has a sweet aftertaste. and free wine is free wine, so who were you to complain?

you laugh at his excuses, taking the bottle from him and pouring yourself a glass. “aren’t you always held up at work? as you’ve said before there’s always something to do.”

yingxing frowned at your words, standing up from his chair (which you assume is because he wants a better look of the city down below). “come on, it’s just the two of us, and you could’ve came early. so i don’t think punctuality should count.” he walks over to you, looking down at the natives that are setting up the new years fireworks.

“punctuality is respectful, and it’s almost twelve. if you left me here for ten more minutes i would’ve left.” ignoring his words, you put your hands together and mumble a few words before chugging down the wine. it’s more sour and bitter, but it has a sweeter aftertaste. you glance down at the townspeople setting up, savoring the view while you’re at it. “the view’s nice,” you mention, “why didn’t you invite the others here? we could’ve had a more eventful evening.”

you look at the blacksmith curiously. it’s not usually like him to invite people out one-on-one. normally when he invites you out, it’s usually with a couple more people. like dan feng or baiheng as an example. your little gathering wasn’t that different from your hangouts though. the only difference would be that it’s just you and yingxing.

you can see yingxing’s hesitation to your question, which makes the outing all the more interesting. why would he invite you to have a new years drink? yingxing fidgets with his hands before answering you, “the.. uhm, view is nicer than other places i’ve found.” he glanced at the townspeople; they were almost finished setting up the fireworks. which meant it was a matter of time before it hit twelve. yingxing then turned back to you. “don’t go telling the others about this place, alright? i’d prefer if you kept this place just between the two of us.”

you raise an eyebrow at his excuse. “that’s all?” you say, resting your chin on your palm. “you’re sure there’s nothing else?” you see yingxing slightly flush at your words, so you note that yingxing was being particularly flustered about this.

“…positive,” yingxing replied, short and straightforward and just a hint of embarrassment. “listen can we just move past this and talk about something else?” he huffs and glances back at you to see your cheeky grin.

that definitely kept him quiet.

the blacksmith sighed and turned away from you (in hopes you didnt see how flushed his face was). gazing down at the town once again, he could see everyone getting ready for the countdown. it’s almost time, then, he thought to himself. yingxing then turned back to you. “(name)! whats your opinion on the huangjiu? i thought i’d try something a little different tonight,” he asked with a determined smile. the blacksmith acted as if he took hours picking and choosing wine that would suit your taste.

you smiled at his attempts at conversation. it was pretty adorable if you thought of it. he reminded you of a child who was looking for their teacher’s validation on an assignment. you laughed at the thought before answering his question.

“it’s more bitter than i’m used to. definitely a transition from the usual sweet wines you bring,” you answer simply and yingxing nods at your response.

“you do like it then?” he queries, “or would you prefer if i just brought what i usually bring?” yingxing adds, looking at you intently.

you bring the cup to your mouth, taking another sip and you savor the taste of the wine this time. “if im being completely honest, i don’t mind what you bring, just as long as we enjoy the night,” you finally answer, setting down your cup and smiling.

“ah but that doesn’t really answer my—“

“but if you must know i do prefer the xiang xue jiu,” you swiftly add, which makes the blacksmith laugh a little.

“noted. i’ll keep that in mind next time,” he grinned, looking at the town one final time. you notice this and also take a glance.

“already loading up the fireworks, huh?” you can see the town getting more crowded as more people gather around to look at the fireworks. you look back at yingxing, smirking. “you know what that means, right?”

the man sighed and shifted his weight to one side. “the years nearly over,” yingxing poured himself another cup, downing it all in one go. then, the two of you start hearing people chant;

“five!”

you both look down at the town, seeing a crowd holding lanterns, sparklers, anything that can produce light. you smile at the sight, looking back at yingxing to see his reaction. the blacksmith has a slightly troubled expression on his face, ghosting his fingers on the rim of his cup— you figured out it was something he did every time he was nervous.

“four!”

you think of reasons to why he’d be troubled.

“three!”

new year troubles, you ponder. it’s possible yingxing’s anxious of what’s to come with the new year ahead of him. but then you think a little deeper.

“two!”

it’s not like yingxing to be nervous, is it? he’s usually so confident and bold, it’s almost laughable seeing him so nervous and bothered. you quietly laugh to yourself at the thought.

“one!”

a small smile made it’s way onto yingxing’s face when he saw you laugh. though it disappeared quick when the fireworks boomed and the “happy new year!” from the town below. you both gaze at the fireworks, simply admiring the sight.

you glanced at yingxing and he glanced back. giving him a subtle smile, you say, “happy new yea—“

though your words were abruptly interrupted by yingxing pressing a short, chaste kiss to your cheek, followed by a mumbled, “happy new year.” yingxing steps back, looking a bit sheepish. then a thought pops into your mind.

was this what he was worried about earlier? you laugh quietly at the thought, a subtle blush creeping up your cheeks.

“yingxing,” you began, chin resting in the middle of your palm as you gazed at him with the cheeky grin he had grown to love. “was there something more to this small gathering?”

—

how long ago was that? you’re not sure. you only know that it’s been too long since your last meeting with him.

since the last time you saw him.

it was quite infuriating, honestly. the moment you come back from your trip abroad, the only thing waiting for you was a letter. confused and distressed, you consulted jing yuan.

though the answers he gave you weren’t at all satisfactory.

more years pass by and you’ve started fresh. new life, new name, new everything. but the memories with yingxing and the quintet still remained. you knew you should’ve forgot about him when you had the chance. like how jing yuan managed to get over everything.

but you couldn’t forget. every time you walk by a familiar street, you always remember the days when the quintet was still active. especially that damned blacksmith.

you knew you should’ve forgotten about all of this years ago. it was the only way for you to peacefully move on. instead of doing that, however, you watch your old companions lead the lives of their choosing.

it wasn’t long before you spot a familiar looking swordsman on the news.

© rilirios 2024. if you steal my works i will cry

footnotes. oh my sana can you tell i love this man blade all day everyday man. this was extremely self ship coded…..