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texting Dan Heng "baobei, come over" when we need help with something,,,,, and him getting all flustered and shy sksksks

(baobei = treasure in chinese)

A/N: pls, the man would short-circuit- This also got longer than I expected... oopsies. Well, I hope you enjoy <3

"My Treasure"

ft. Dan Heng x (gn!)Reader || [Fluff] -> Masterlist || → Taglist

"Baobei, can you come over for a sec? I need your help with something."

What would be an entirely normal direct message on his phone in the eyes of anyone else, was exactly the opposite to him.

Why did you call him a term of endearment in his native language out of the blue? Who even taught it to you? And did you even know what it means?

He could feel his face heat up uncontrollably and he immediately locked his phone again, looking around in panic to see if anyone was looking at him right now. He wished to avoid anyone seeing his reddened cheeks at any cost.

Mr. Yang was currently reading through some magazine and Himeko was currently somewhere else on the train, as was March. Lucky.

He quickly got up and headed for your room, halting in front of your door and trying to recollect himself before daring to knock on it.

He was leading possible conversations with you inside of his head to be prepared for as many possible outcomes he could think of, which in turn made him more and more nervous.

Were you going to ask him out? Did you return his feelings? Are you planning to confess? Did you just mean to tease him and he was overthinking it?

He was most likely overthinking it. Sure, he had a crush on you but there was no way you would be able to know. He made sure you wouldn't find out under any circumstance. He believed March had her suspicions about it since she kept hinting at things, but he made sure to seem as indifferent about you as he possibly could every time.

Little did neither he nor you know that March knew everything and was trying to play the wingwoman for you two; The two idiots being obviously in love but at the same time too dumb to confess to each other.

By now his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing at light speed in his chest and he hadn't even knocked on the door yet. At the same time, he had no idea for how long he had been standing there, just staring at your door, but if someone would spot him hesitating like that, while also being beet red in the face, they could put two and two together.

In hindsight, it probably would've been smarter to just knock instantly without overthinking and getting this over with. Especially since his cheeks had grown even redder while he had done so.

As soon as he heard the door to the wagon he was in being opened he snapped out of his trance and finally knocked. Mostly just because he feared it would be Himeko or March. He wouldn't hear the end of their teasing if they spotted him in front of your room this flustered. Upon hearing your voice call him in he slipped right in as fast as he could without seeming suspicious.

"Hi! There you are finally!" You cheered, running over to him with a tablet in hand.

You were trying to show him something and ask him some questions, but he was too distracted to listen properly. What didn't help was that he felt like he was burning up from the inside with all the blood that was rushing to his cheeks. Admittedly, standing next to you after you called him baobei in your DM earlier, he even started to feel a little lightheaded.

"Hey, Dan Heng?" You looked at him visibly concernced with furrowed brows. "Are you not feeling well? Your face is all red and you look a bit out of it?"

"W-wha? Hmm? No I'm alri-"

He was, in fact, not alright in the slightest. Especially not when he was cut off when you brushed his hair out of his forehead to feel his temperature. The skin on skin contact made everything even worse. For someone who was so put together usually, he currently was everything but.

"Good lord. You're burning up! Come here lie down on my bed for a second."

He could absolutely not do that. He needed to leave. Fast.

"No, I'll just go lie down in my room instead. Just message me if you need anything from the archives."

"Okay," you nodded happily. "See ya later, baobei."

He winced at the mention of the word directly in person. You too didn't miss it and furrowed your brows in concern once more.

"Uh, did I say something wrong?" You asked, seemingly catching onto the fact that the word you kept saying to him could possibly be the reason for his strange behavior.

"D-do you know what that word means?"

"What? Baobei?"

He winced again before nodding and averting his gaze.

"Well... March said it means something along the lines of 'Bestie', I heard it when we were on the Luofu and thought it sounded cute."

So she was responsible for this. March, you'll have some explaining to do.

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#he’s a silly flustered bean #UGH #but so endearing 🫠🫠

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x-zho · 1 year

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HE'S HOME!! 💕 I won the 50/50 and then decided to yolo into the light cone banner and got it at like 16 pity as well and also won 50/50. (don't do it kids - weapon/cone banners are evil)

I'm so happy!!

LOOK AT HIM!!! He is so adorable while also being handsome asf! How? Sir, pls teach me your secrets!

I'm so weak for him, omg.

#LETS GOOOO THATS SUPER LUCKY!!#i lost my 5050 to welt so i’m not complaining #i ended up getting jing yuan too!!#now i’m just saving for his light cone :>

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x-zho · 1 year

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Thank you guys for all the likes and reposts on my art so far, im new to tumblr and it’s really motivating me to draw 💗💗

Little WIP of diluc :3

#OH MY GOD HES SO

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x-zho · 1 year

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I started thinking about the "Kaeya kept Diluc's vision to make sure he was still alive for those four years" headcanon again and got so sick thinking about how Diluc has Kaeya's vision in frwad. Something about the mirroring of the action, the reassurance that Diluc is still alive juxtaposing the guilt of Kaeya dying and never having seen his brother again and yet he never gave up hope that Diluc was still alive...I'm going to be unwell again 💔

LISTEN i can imagine kaeya just obsessively checking the vision over and over just to be sure. waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, frantically ripping apart his bedsheets because he’d fallen asleep with the vision next to him, only to finally breathe again once he sees that steady red glow.

meanwhile frwad diluc tortures himself, endlessly imagining kaeya’s vision will somehow glow brightly once more. rubbing his fingers over the stone, hoping that with the next pass it’ll be alight again and kaeya will waltz through the doors and tell him it’s all just been some terrible, long nightmare

#goodbye i am in tears #yet again #over vampluc and frwad #god give me strength

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My Home is the Sea (But You Are the Sun That Guides Me)

mermaid!thoma x gn!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: mermaid au, heavy angst, somewhat hopeful ending? yearning, established relationship, marriage, long distance

my first (unplanned) addition to the teahouse mermay collaboration organised by the lovely @petrichorium !! i've had awful writer's block on my actual planned wips and then suddenly i've vomited this out in a singular night so ur welcome ^-^ less angst coming soon i promise <3

‘Home’ has been defined as many things through the years.

Some believe that it is a place, where you settle your weary bones after a long day of gruelling existence, the very fabric of the bed you sink into in the nighttime. It is the cool tile on a kitchen floor against your toes at the first call of morning, sharp enough to erase the final dregs of sleep to prepare for the day. The doorway into a space you call your own, memories of the past stuffed in cupboards and under mattresses, proof of all that has accumulated into your present left up on the shelves- scattered with gaps just waiting for a future to fill them.

Thoma had learned another meaning for home long before this, one which held far more importance in his life.

Home is a feeling, an experience. Where you can be at your most vulnerable and still be safe. It’s the breaching of one’s head above the waves, and experiencing air for the first time. It is the touch of the sun against one’s cheeks, a reassurance that there is still warmth in the world when all else reminds you of its harsh chill.

You had been his guiding light, the compassionate glow that kept him grounded when he found himself lost upon the shores of your seaside town. Though it had been the town’s leader that found and took him in, it was you that taught him not to fear the humanfolk despite the stories he’d been fed as a child. It was your love that made him a new home, and your side that he chose to stay by at the end of it all.

But a mer can never resist the call of the sea. It is like the song of a siren, a lure that excavates the soul and places a longing there that eats away at the host like a parasite. Try as one might to avoid it, to defy fate itself and carve their own path, it is forever there, lingering and quiet. Growing louder, day by day, until it is so deafeningly intense that you've no choice but to listen.

You are no fool. It’s clear to see that your husband aches for something, yearns so strongly that you can feel it too. There is a hole in his heart, one which has festered from no more than the size of a seedling until it became a billowing oak, immovable and massive.

The tides call him home, and you know that you cannot follow.

When he breaks the news, you are numbed into silence. Not even so much as a complaint slips from you while he talks, listening to his carefully practiced speech like it’s floating past your head.

“I’ll wait for you,” you declare once silence falls, hands finding Thoma’s in the space between you. “Even if you never return to me, I will wait.”

He squeezes onto you gently, lacing your fingers together. “I could never expect you to do that for me.”

“I love you,” you say, “with such strength that nothing could ever make me waver.”

“You deserve a life,” Thoma protests. He brings your joined hands to his chest, and the backs of your fingers can feel how erratically his heart thumps behind his ribcage. “If you love me, would you deny me this one wish? To see you fulfilled, happy, no matter who might be the cause if not myself.”

“How could I ever be fulfilled with your absence?”

“Time tends to heal even the strongest of wounds. All I want is for you to know love. Love so fierce that it bursts from you, that it leaks into every single thing that you do. Please.”

He drops your hands and you move to reclaim his, until he brings them to cradle your cheeks. The pad of his thumb runs below your eye and wipes a tear you hadn’t felt brimming. Even now, when you should feel anger bubbling through your veins, there is no emotion more powerful in the war that encompasses your soul than the sadness that reminds you that this might be the last time you ever see the love of your life.

"I already have love," you argue. "I have yours."

"You do," he swears, voice quietening. "Of course you do."

If anyone could break his resolve, it would be you. You’ve a way of doing things like that, of nestling yourself so deeply into every crack of his being that you might as well be one singular organism. Given the chance, you’d weather your way through anything with naught but the sheer force of your existence.

But this is something far beyond Thoma’s control, and even further out of reach of yours. One cannot battle against the might of the sea and expect a victory.

“Come back to me,” you say. It is a declaration, a demand, so assertive and unshaken that it is all but indisputable. “Leave if you must, but promise that you will return to me.”

“I promise you,” Thoma vows. There is a determined fire in his gaze that rivals the look he gave upon your very first confession, many moons ago. “Nothing will be strong enough to keep us apart eternally.”

The beach is empty this early in the morning, the sun only just beginning to crest above the horizon. Fresh rays of light bring a familiar kiss of warmth to Thoma’s face, one more of many sensations he will surely miss. Waves crash against the sand and drift in across the shells that scatter the surface, providing a veritable playground for the crabs that dip and dive along the tides.

Salt lingers heavy in the air and each steady breath is accented with a taste, a reminder of what he is returning to, as if the sky is acclimatising him for his homecoming.

He was unsure at first if you would come to see him off.

“Don’t be silly,” you had said with a smile in bed that morning, carding your fingertips through his hair as he had rested against you. “I will take advantage of every final second we can have.”

As you stand before him now, ready to say your goodbyes, you quake. Be it from fear, anger, anticipation, or some awful mix of them all, it wracks through your body and leaves even the tips of your fingers shaking.

It’s almost too much for Thoma to bear, to see the state that he’s leaving you in.

You are the light of his life, his other half, his soulmate. There is a popular notion amongst the merfolk that when you meet your partner they are yours forever. Humans have been less inclined to maintain this sentiment, but you have always been more mer-like than any human Thoma had ever known.

A star-crossed love like yours was never supposed to work in the way that it had, and he supposes it was only time before destiny had a hand in its undoing. But before it can, Thoma must have one final act of defiance.

He takes you by the waist and draws you to him, with enough suddenness to elicit a sharp gasp from you. And he smiles, toothy and full of that dazzling charm you’ve been so endeared by for so long now, and he presses his lips to yours swiftly.

You melt into this kiss like it’s the first time, like that night below the stars where Thoma had pulled you close to him just like this. Hands braced against his chest, you press into him so fully that you could merge with the fiber of his very being. He grasps your hips and keeps you anchored, tilts his head to kiss you harder. The air is stolen from your lungs from the sheer emotion that drives your passion, the amalgamation of desperation and want and fear that settles between you and weighs upon your shoulders.

“I’ll think about you,” you say, “every single moment we’re apart. Until we can be together again.”

“The next time I see you will never come soon enough.” Thoma runs his hands along your arms, up to your shoulders, until he is holding your face once more. “I will return to you as soon as I can.”

“Before you go- “ you place your hands over his briefly, thumb grazing his knuckles- “I want to give you something.”

“What is it?”

As you pull away, you bring your hands together and wrestle your wedding band from your finger. “Here. As a reminder.”

“But I have my own,” Thoma frowns.

“Hold out your hand.”

He does as instructed with devoted obedience, and you place your ring in his palm. Curling his fingers shut into a fist, you take a moment to reach his ring finger and steal the thick silver band from around it.

“It’s like a new promise,” you explain. “When you come back, we can swap them again.”

“Oh,” he chuckles in amusement. “Okay, I can accept this.”

“And here,” you continue. You pull a thin ribbon off your wrist, one he hadn’t even noticed you’d brought with you. “Because I know that mine won’t fit you.”

“I can keep a piece of you close to my heart,” Thoma smiles, lacing the ring up and tying it around his neck. “I like it.”

Thoma’s receding figure is resplendent against the horizon, a halo of light behind his head like the sun itself is crowning him. It reflects off the little ring that hangs against his upper chest, a beacon that calls your heart to his. Though his face and body are in shadow like this, you can feel the wistful expression that paints itself across his entire being and mirrors your own.

The thread of fate that ties you together is strained, taut, and it will surely snap once he submerges.

For now, for as long as you can, you enjoy the final sight of your lover. Through the blue of the sea, the vibrant red of his tail catches the light in an enrapturing way, akin to the first view of him that you had ever experienced. The shade will be burned into your memory for all time, enough to leave you yearning at every sighting.

Thoma can’t stay forever, as much as you want him to. And before long, he tears himself away and dips below the waves. Try as you might to catch every last fading glimpse of your beloved, he is in time inevitably lost to the depths of the abyss.

You will stay at that beach for hours. Sitting at the edge of the shore, toes dipped in the water, staring out at where the sea meets the sky as though something might just happen. As if you’ll finally open your eyes and find Thoma at your side, running his hand along your back to soothe you from a painful nightmare.

Soon enough, you will peel yourself away. Get up, go home, mill around the shared space that now feels far too large for you. And the first night will pass, then the next. The days will become weeks before you know it, will turn into months and even years if given the chance. But the ring that rests above your heart burns with such strength that it might well blaze a hole through to the cavity itself and set your body aflame.

In turn, Thoma will anchor his gaze to the surface of the water from his aquatic city below, see the rays of sunlight dancing with all the playfulness of the night you two were wed and twist the ache in his heart into something unbearable. The weight of the silver around his neck will intensify a thousand times, until it drags him down against the very bed of the sea, scraping against the coral and the algae, urging him to meld with it.

Though he will pass each day amongst friends and family he had long since left behind and been grateful for the chance to see again, there will always be something torturously wrong.

It is true that no mer can resist the call of the sea.

But it is the beckoning song of your heart that will one day bring Thoma back home to you.

taglist: @x-zho @arkhammaid

#this is so bittersweet :(#it’s 2am someone fetch me a tissue #multiple actually #your writing here just flowed so well ven #just like water!!#you can tell how much reader and thoma love each other #and it’s all so :(((#open/hopeful endings always make me sadder #cause of all the ‘what ifs’#very beautifully written!

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x-zho · 1 year

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My Home is the Sea (But You Are the Sun That Guides Me)

mermaid!thoma x gn!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: mermaid au, heavy angst, somewhat hopeful ending? yearning, established relationship, marriage, long distance

‘Home’ has been defined as many things through the years.

Thoma had learned another meaning for home long before this, one which held far more importance in his life.

The tides call him home, and you know that you cannot follow.

When he breaks the news, you are numbed into silence. Not even so much as a complaint slips from you while he talks, listening to his carefully practiced speech like it’s floating past your head.

“I’ll wait for you,” you declare once silence falls, hands finding Thoma’s in the space between you. “Even if you never return to me, I will wait.”

He squeezes onto you gently, lacing your fingers together. “I could never expect you to do that for me.”

“I love you,” you say, “with such strength that nothing could ever make me waver.”

“How could I ever be fulfilled with your absence?”

“Time tends to heal even the strongest of wounds. All I want is for you to know love. Love so fierce that it bursts from you, that it leaks into every single thing that you do. Please.”

"I already have love," you argue. "I have yours."

"You do," he swears, voice quietening. "Of course you do."

But this is something far beyond Thoma’s control, and even further out of reach of yours. One cannot battle against the might of the sea and expect a victory.

“Come back to me,” you say. It is a declaration, a demand, so assertive and unshaken that it is all but indisputable. “Leave if you must, but promise that you will return to me.”

Salt lingers heavy in the air and each steady breath is accented with a taste, a reminder of what he is returning to, as if the sky is acclimatising him for his homecoming.

He was unsure at first if you would come to see him off.

It’s almost too much for Thoma to bear, to see the state that he’s leaving you in.

“I’ll think about you,” you say, “every single moment we’re apart. Until we can be together again.”

“Before you go- “ you place your hands over his briefly, thumb grazing his knuckles- “I want to give you something.”

“What is it?”

As you pull away, you bring your hands together and wrestle your wedding band from your finger. “Here. As a reminder.”

“But I have my own,” Thoma frowns.

“Hold out your hand.”

“It’s like a new promise,” you explain. “When you come back, we can swap them again.”

“Oh,” he chuckles in amusement. “Okay, I can accept this.”

“And here,” you continue. You pull a thin ribbon off your wrist, one he hadn’t even noticed you’d brought with you. “Because I know that mine won’t fit you.”

“I can keep a piece of you close to my heart,” Thoma smiles, lacing the ring up and tying it around his neck. “I like it.”

The thread of fate that ties you together is strained, taut, and it will surely snap once he submerges.

Though he will pass each day amongst friends and family he had long since left behind and been grateful for the chance to see again, there will always be something torturously wrong.

It is true that no mer can resist the call of the sea.

But it is the beckoning song of your heart that will one day bring Thoma back home to you.

taglist: @x-zho @arkhammaid

#god i’m gonna regret reading this later at 2am 😍#i havent read straight angst in a good while #pls ignore my sobbing in the next reblog HAHDHHSHS #; — to read

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