Lost & Found X X

lost & found x x

dear yingxing what do those hands do…

cw. fingering, semi-public sex.

yingxing knows he’s good with his hands. it’s expected of a master craftsman like him — from one who forged some of the greatest weapons the xianzhou have seen in centuries, to piecing together intricate jewellery and designs with equal dexterity. 

he’s shrouded in reverence, head filled with the praises of many. few may call him arrogant and proud, but even they cannot deny the truth of the talent held within the palm of his hands, blessed with this heaven sent gift, imbued in the creations he’s ever held the honour of handling. 

one could almost mistaken him for some sort of divine god in their fervent admiration, with the essence of creation at his fingertips. the irony, you seem to think — if only they knew where else those fingers have been, the same ones who had put together such relics to banish sin. 

truly, you think it’s almost sacrilegious, in the way they’re used now to coax such lewd sounds from you, his name rolling off your tongue like a sinful prayer. 

it’s almost enough to bring you to tears, your legs trembling as he drags his fingers in and out of you at such an agonisingly slow pace, one that has your walls desperately clenching around them, wanting for more. 

“just look at you,” he croons in your ear, taking in the sight of you spread out before him on a crafting bench, weapon blueprints and unfinished projects scattered around you — yingxing analyses you as if you’re another one of his creations, like you’re the greatest curiosity he’s ever beheld. 

he tilts his head to the side, silvery white hair cascading over his bare shoulders as he raises his free hand to stroke your cheek, almost in mock sympathy at your pitiful state. he’s barely done a thing, and you’re already dripping wet, so needy for him that he thinks could make you cum with just the two fingers he has inside you.

“yingxing.. please.” you beg, but he knows exactly what he’s doing, in that he’s memorised every inch of your body, and knows exactly where to touch you, to see you come undone in front of his eyes. 

to someone like him, taking something apart and putting it together are one in the same in the process of craftsmanship. humans and scrap metal are no different in that they have weak, sensitive points, and when he curls his finger against that sweet, sweet spot inside you, he’s rewarded with the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a soft moan pushing past your lips. 

gods, he’s addicted to it, abusing that same spot over and over as you babble his name incoherently in some form of broken desperation. it’s almost like music to his ears, as if he’s the only person who can make you feel this good, that you’re all his. 

because isn’t he just better than everyone else? 

no other hands are as skilled as his. it’s what he’s been told his entire life, and that vain, self-satisfied part of him knows it to be true. no one would be able to do what he’s done with such precision, to be able to see the sight of you before him, reduced to a crying mess from just two of his fingers. 

he wouldn’t let them try anyway. he’s a selfish man who always has something to prove, the sound of the bell tinkling as footsteps enter his workshop only gives him more incentive, roughly pinching your puffy clit in response, sending another sudden wave of pleasure coursing through you with a shudder. 

the noise that escapes you is nothing short of shameful, yourself mortified such a sound could’ve come from you, clapping a hand over your mouth as if to silence yourself, but your arm is swatted aside, met with eyes of piercing sapphire. 

he only smirks. “let them hear it. let them know how good it feels.” 

you don’t know how he manages to push his fingers even deeper inside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as your body arches into his, your nails digging into his back.

but you’re utterly delirious beneath him, his mouth sucking and biting at the sensitive spots across your skin, watching your eyelids flutter and the whimpers that escape you as his fingers work in and out of your dripping hole in tandem. 

that small part of you that holds your remaining dignity thinks it’s so incredibly filthy, from the moans that now spill freely from your lips, to the things he whispers in your ear, as he brings you closer to that edge of pain and pleasure, that tightly coiled knot that’s been building up within you straining to snap at any moment. 

“come for me.” he seems to say in the clouded haze of your pleasure, as your hips seem to tremble beneath him in response. 

and then he’ll have you crumble completely in his arms, knowing he’s the only one that can piece you together, to fill you up again. 

꒰ synopsis: in which you finally meet the reincarnation of your past lover.꒱

dan heng x fem!reader, sfw, fated soulmates, dan heng is confused, slight angst if you squint, i wanted to make something tearjerker for a change but! i ended up writing a happy end for this still! wc: 1.6k

fate was such a cruel thing.

dan heng stood there, silently watching as your back was facing away from his, talking to jing yuan as the battle from earlier was now dissipated.

he was in a state of dilemma.

after finally transforming to his former vidyadhara self, the imbibitor lunae, so many happened at once that lead to this fateful reunion that many did not expect to happen. even to himself.

he was the kind of man that wanted to tend to his own problems, the weight which he had grown tired the most was carrying the burden of his past sins, the burden of being in someone else's shadow.

he was not dan feng anymore, he was just dan heng. the present him that finally embraced the truth of his own past and now wants to move on.

to settle this once and for all, was something he needed to do. what he wished to do so that he could not be shackled anymore from his past being.

as he was mulling over the words that he wished to convey to you, it almost felt like he couldn't breathe once he saw you finally approaching him.

he could see from his peripheral view that yingxing, even jing yuan managed to give you both some space, of course he thought, they were solely the ones who knew about your past with him.

the distance between you both felt like it should've stayed that way.

the pain of having to see your past lover in front of you but not the lover you once knew was a different kind of pain. it was gnawing. you didn't want to show that to him, that you were weak, that it was almost hard for you to look at him like this.

it took a while for you to open your mouth, neither of you moved from your spot. the sky was now becoming a vivid orange, signaling that dusk was drawing near.

"i am not him." those were the first words you heard from him after all the years that you've not spoken to each other.

it definitely was a start, but even if the pain was starting to become unbearable, you still gave him a smile which dan heng was taken aback. his striking blue eyes seemingly wavered at the sight.

"of course you aren't. the 'you' that you are now, is not the dan feng that i used to know."

dan heng took a moment to process your words. was that a hint of sadness he heard in your tone?

the memories of his past was all but a faded dream to him, he should have forgotten the memories of dan feng with his past lover but even so, he could not ignore the way his heart clenched seeing you like this. because even if he dreamt of you from his past, once he got to saw you again, the you that was now in front of him was as clear as the sky above him.

it felt like torture.

why was he hesitating now of all times? he should be spilling those words that he wanted to say since earlier. making it clear to you, that he was not the man that you once cherished before and he didn't want to do anything that could make him remember the past anymore.

"it's okay dan heng..you need not to say anything more. i understand now. i am just happy to see that you are doing well this time."

the words you'd given him were all kind, from the beginning, there was not a hint of any malice from you. which he expected for you to feel , because if his memory of leaving everything behind was correct, it was his choice to leave that life of his. his choice to also leave you.

this feeling of remorse, was it because he was still tied with dan feng? or because..

even now, speaking to him, you did not even spoke his former name, or his past. you were just acknowledging the fact that this was real. that you already knew that this was bound to happen.

his thoughts paused from the sound of someone calling out his name. "dan heng!" he glanced from his side as he saw his team, his newfound friends in this life, waving over to let him know that they were there, waiting for him.

once he turned his gaze back to yours, you were already taking a step back from him. "you should go. they seem eager to have you back."

he unconsciously clenched his hands from his sides. this was supposed to make him feel at ease now. and you just made it easy for him to finally let go.

dan heng nodded at your admission before giving you a slight bow, now turning his back on you.

one..

two..

not even three steps in, he felt his jaw clenched, closing his eyes for a moment before flashes of those fragment memories with you felt like a stab to him.

"do you believe in reincarnations dan feng?"

your hands always felt soft. he was laying his head on your lap as you two bathe in the peaceful glow as the sun was beginning to set. the wind swaying over the wisteria tree above you.

"why do you ask?" he did not need to open his eyes to know that you were smiling above him, hands continued to caress his soft hair.

"i'm beginning to believe that it's real. i wish we could meet each other again in our next lives." there was something behind your voice that urged him to finally open his eyes to look at your expression.

he was right. your eyes seemed to be glossed over, wearing a melancholic smile that he so wanted to replace with your usual soft ones.

"then i vow to search for you in my next one."

when he opened his eyes again, it didn't take a while for him to turn his body to face yours, you were already walking over to the other side.

you felt a sudden tug before you whirled around with widened tearful eyes as you took in his appearance again. his hand traveling from your arm to your wrist, your heart felt like it was hammering behind your chest.

"dan heng..."

if there was any lingering doubt left in him, the soft look in your eyes confirmed it for him.

just as he realized that it was hard for him to let this go, to let you go, it was the same thing for you.

that expression that you showed him earlier was merely a facade of what you truly felt. he knew of that.

"you call me by this name now, but with that expression, why so?"

his gaze was now fixed on yours, not wanting to let you evade his question.

and the moment when he heard your broken voice, it felt like something broke within him too.

"in..every..single..lifetime..."

the sheer longing in your voice, and the effort it took for you to keep those tears from spilling was all too telling for him.

his expression now softened. before he could stop himself, the only thing he could mutter was, "come here."

and before you could even register his words, dan heng gently enveloped you around his arms.

his embrace was gentle, yet warm and it was real all the same, his presence alone giving you a sense of comfort.

there was something about this moment between the two of you that felt so familiar despite the fact that it was your first time meeting in your current incarnations.

you had no words for it, but perhaps he knew?

"i longed for this.." you couldn't help but to finally let your tears flow as you begin to nuzzle your face on his chest.

dan heng's heart almost melted. the word 'longing' was always tied between you two. he knew he was being himself right now, he was not going to the way he was before but in his path of becoming the person he is now, something always felt missing. and he knew by meeting you again that you were that final piece that he was looking for. thus, planning to finally tear this invisible string that held him back, but not wanting to go through it now.

he'd embrace the present him, he would not bind himself for the sins that dan feng did before, but he wanted the most right now was to not let this go again. because even in this state, the connection he had with you, was the one thing he truly wanted to take care of even in his past life. leaving all that behind was fulfilling but leaving you? that was the one thing he believe that he could not handle again.

"i longed for this too. i longed for you." he whispered, his voice quivering slightly as his hands gently moved to cup your face, "i may not be the lover you once had, i am not dan feng anymore. but that vow i still remember clearly. i vow to you now, not as him, but as dan heng. as my own being now, to not let you slip away from my grasp again." his thumbs now caressing your cheeks. you could see his own eyes welling up as they stared down at your face.

"you remembered.." he notes the way your eyes brighten at his words, your tear stained cheeks were now tinged pink, as he continued to wipe your tears away.

as your eyes met his once more, dan heng couldn't help but feel a warm sensation run through his body. your gaze, your proximity, every little movement you made was like having a glimpse of your past selves' life together.

the next moment, dan heng leaned forward, his lips now hovering just an inch from yours.

"i always do, when it comes to you."

this was the kind of memory that he wishes to not erase, be all as it may, but you were the only exception.

ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡

Wriothesley with his tiny, chubby fisted baby girl who babbles loud and squealing when she spots her papa every time you bring her to the fortress for a visit, that the noise echoes off of the iron and metal of the place and everyone nearby knows that the Duke’s daughter has come to see him. The man who stands tall and sure, who is both feared and respected, blowing raspberries into the fat of her cherub cheeks when he greets her, holding her in his strong arms and making his rounds.

She grabs his nose, whacks him with her pacifier, and eventually falls asleep on his shoulder from all the walking he does, her little hand grasping the collar of his shirt and the smell of his cologne familiar and comforting.

The sweetest sight is when you make tea for your husband and walk into his office, seeing him asleep with the baby on his chest and his coat covering them both as they nap. ♡

Hear my random shower thoughts out:

Dan Feng x Dragoness!Reader x Yingxing

Like, in my head, they are THE power throuple, absolutely unstoppable. They are all down horrendous for each other, no one feels left out.

Maybe reader is a dragon from another planet/universe that somehow found their way to Xianzhou, and lived there bc they couldnt find their way back. Maybe they are a healer like Dan Feng. Think of Meleanor Draconia from Twisted Wonderland with Kanae Kochou's personality and habit of picking up random children from the streets and taking them under her wing from Demon Slayer, that is reader.

Imagine the hilarity, Yingxing rizzed up not one, but TWO powerful and hot dragons lmao.

Imagine the sexy times too, Yingxing just being used by two sexy dragons 😩 or reader being dicked down by the hottest blacksmith and the sexiest high elder ever.

But on another note, the angst tho. I have multiple possible ways on how reader died:

1.) Reader died in battle while protecting the children they took in/adopted.

2.) Reader (somehow) becomes Mara stricken and Dan Feng is forced to kill her, which explains Blade's thirst for vengeance. Bro might not remember his own name but he can vividly remember Dan Feng using the weapon HE forged to kill their wife.

3.) A combination of both 1 and 2.

And the aftermath will be :

Same as canon HCQ lore, Dan Feng and Yingxing fucked things up and Yingxing becomes Blade and Dan Feng is imprisoned. And many years (centuries) later Dan Heng is exiled and becomes part of the express. Blade is out for Dan H(F)eng's blood.

And as luck would find them, a person who is also part of the express just so happens to resemble their deceased wife....

Oops, this got longer than I thought.

Let me know your thoughts and opinions. Maybe I'll write this...

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