Words:4577 totally no angst I promise
I stood at the center of the room, a mischievous smile dancing on my lips. "Hey, Dan," I called out, trying to catch his attention. "How about we play a game of hide and seek?"
Dan, who had been engrossed in his own world, finally turned his gaze toward me. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Hide and seek? Seriously? I thought we were past that stage."
I shrugged, taking a step closer to him. "Well, what if I told you there's a catch? Something that might pique your interest?"
His curiosity was piqued, and he arched his eyebrow higher. "And what would that be?"
I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. "Kissing."
Dan's eyes widened, a playful glint appearing in them. "Kissing, you say? Now that sounds intriguing. Tell me more."
A sly grin spread across my face as I explained the rules. "Well, the game is pretty simple. We take turns hiding from each other. But here's the twist: whenever you find me, you get to hold me in place for a moment and steal a kiss. Then, I push you away, and the count starts again."
Dan smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you're saying that every time I find you, I get a kiss? That's quite the incentive. Challenge accepted!"
I nodded, feeling my heart race with anticipation. "Remember, though, you can hide from me too. But I have this feeling that no matter how well I hide, I'll always be at a major disadvantage when compared to you."
With that, we took our positions, ready to embark on this playful game of cat and mouse.
I closed my eyes and counted, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the final number, I opened my eyes, scanning the room for any sign of Dan. But he was nowhere to be seen.
Just as I began to doubt my hiding spot, I felt a presence behind me. Warm breath tickled my neck, and before I could react, Dan's arms wrapped around me, pulling me into an embrace. His lips gently brushed against mine, stealing a sweet, lingering kiss.
I pushed him away playfully, a blush coloring my cheeks. "Nice try, but you're not getting away with that so easily."
Dan chuckled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Oh, we'll see about that. Ready or not, here I come."
And so, the game continued, each round filled with excitement and anticipation. Dan seemed to have an uncanny ability to appear just outside of my vision, catching me off guard each time. Each kiss he claimed was soft and intoxicating, leaving me longing for more.
Sometimes, I managed to find him first, surprising him with a stealthy approach. But even when I did, he always managed to turn the tables, capturing me with his charm and capturing my lips with his.
As the game progressed, the lines between winning and losing blurred, the goal becoming less about hiding and more about the stolen moments we shared. The room echoed with laughter and playful banter, creating a unique bond between us.
In the end, it didn't matter who won or lost. What mattered was the thrill of the chase, the electric connection we shared with each stolen kiss. It was a game we both relished, a dance that brought us closer with every playful encounter.
And as we continued to play, I couldn't help but realize that maybe, just maybe, the true victory lay not in escaping from Dan but in surrendering to his embrace, willingly allowing him to hold me close and claim another sweet kiss.
Time seemed to slip away as we indulged in our playful hide and seek game. Each encounter grew bolder, the intensity of our kisses deepening with every stolen moment. The room became a playground of whispered laughter, hushed breaths, and the sweet taste of anticipation in the air.
There were moments when I managed to find the perfect hiding spot, and a triumphant grin spread across my face. But just as I began to revel in my own cleverness, I would feel a gentle touch on my shoulder, and there he was, his eyes sparkling with delight.
His presence was magnetic, and I found myself falling into his arms willingly, unable to resist the allure of his kisses. The world around us faded into the background, and all that mattered was the connection we shared in those stolen moments.
Sometimes, he would pretend to be farther away than he actually was, allowing me to believe I had evaded him. But then, as I turned around triumphantly, thinking I had outsmarted him, he would appear out of thin air, his arms encircling me before I could even react. The suddenness of his touch sent shivers down my spine, and his lips claimed mine in a fervent dance of desire.
Other times, he would tease me with a gentle graze of his fingers along my cheek or a playful tug of my hair. He had an uncanny ability to keep me on edge, always guessing, always yearning for the next encounter.
But in the midst of our playful competition, there was an unspoken understanding between us. The game itself was a delightful facade, masking the depth of our feelings. With each stolen kiss, we revealed a piece of our hearts, silently acknowledging the unspoken connection that had blossomed between us.
As the game reached its final rounds, the thrill of the chase slowly subsided. We both knew that the true prize wasn't victory or defeat but the intoxicating joy of being in each other's embrace. And so, we found ourselves lingering in the closeness, cherishing the stolen moments as if they were our most precious treasures.
In the end, as the room fell silent, we stood facing each other, breathing heavily, our eyes locked in an unspoken promise. The game had served its purpose, bringing us closer, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen kiss.
No longer seeking to hide or be found, we stepped forward, closing the distance between us. And in that moment, as our lips met in a passionate embrace, the game of hide and seek faded away, replaced by a deeper connection that could no longer be concealed.
For it was in the playful chase, the stolen moments, and the shared desire that we discovered the true beauty of our connection. And from that day forward, the game of hide and seek became a cherished memory, a reminder of how two hearts can find each other even in the most unexpected of places.
But as the echoes of our stolen kisses faded away, a pang of anger crept into my heart, mingling with the lingering sweetness of our game. The realization hit me like a sudden gust of wind, stirring up a storm of conflicting emotions within.
How could I have let myself be lured into this intricate dance, only to be left yearning for more? The game of hide and seek had awakened a desire that now burned fiercely, threatening to consume me whole.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been played, that Dan had known exactly what he was doing from the start. The kisses, the stolen moments, all had been a calculated move to keep me ensnared, to keep me within his reach but just out of grasp.
Anger boiled inside me, fueled by the frustration of being a mere pawn in his game. I wanted to break free from this web he had spun around me, to reclaim my own autonomy and escape his relentless pursuit.
With a surge of determination, I made a decision. I would turn the tables on him. No longer would I be the one hiding and seeking, vulnerable to his whims. It was time for me to become the hunter, to find my own strength and take control.
As I sought refuge in the darkest corners of the room, I prepared myself for the challenge ahead. My heart pounded in my chest, fueled not only by anger but also by a newfound sense of empowerment. I would no longer be the one at a disadvantage.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as I honed my skills of evasion and stealth. I moved silently, blending with the shadows, my senses attuned to the slightest hint of his presence.
But as time passed, a nagging doubt crept into my mind. Was I truly capable of escaping his grasp? Despite my newfound determination, I couldn't shake the feeling that he still held the upper hand, his ability to appear and disappear at will leaving me vulnerable to his advances.
And then, just as doubt threatened to consume me, I felt a gentle touch on my arm. Startled, I turned around, ready to push him away, ready to reclaim my freedom.
But as my eyes met his, the anger in my heart wavered. There was no trace of malice or calculation in his gaze, only a genuine longing mixed with a touch of vulnerability. In that moment, I saw beyond the game we had played, beyond the masks we wore, and I realized that perhaps we were both trapped in this intricate dance.
Without a word, he reached out, his hand cupping my cheek tenderly. And in that simple touch, the anger dissipated, replaced by a complex tapestry of emotions I couldn't fully comprehend.
The game of hide and seek had evolved into something far deeper, far more complicated than I had anticipated. It was no longer about winning or losing but about understanding the intricate dynamics of our connection.
As his lips met mine, a fusion of passion and tenderness, I surrendered to the moment, letting go of the anger and embracing the complexity of our entwined hearts. For in that kiss, I realized that sometimes, the most profound connections are forged in the crucible of conflicting emotions, and love, in all its complexities, can transcend the boundaries of a simple game.
As our lips finally parted, a flicker of realization crossed Dan's face. His eyes widened, reflecting a mix of surprise and concern. The weight of his actions seemed to settle upon him like a heavy burden.
"I... I didn't mean for it to turn into this," Dan murmured, his voice tinged with remorse. "I never intended for you to feel trapped or angered by our game."
A wave of empathy washed over me as I gazed into his eyes. The anger within me began to soften, making space for understanding. I could see the sincerity in his expression, the genuine remorse for the unintended consequences of our playful escapade.
"It's not entirely your fault," I replied, my voice laced with a touch of compassion. "We both got caught up in the thrill of the game, and it escalated beyond what we had initially intended."
Dan nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I should have realized that mixing a game like hide and seek with something as intimate as kissing could lead to complications."
Silence enveloped us as we both processed the situation. The room, once filled with laughter and anticipation, now felt heavy with a newfound awareness. The playful atmosphere had given way to a deeper understanding of each other's emotions and vulnerabilities.
"I think it's important for us to communicate better," I suggested, breaking the silence. "To be mindful of each other's boundaries and feelings. We can't let our desires overshadow the importance of consent and respect."
Dan nodded slowly, a mixture of relief and remorse evident in his eyes. "You're right. I'm truly sorry for the unintended consequences, and I promise to be more mindful moving forward. Our connection means more to me than any game."
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reached out to take his hand. "I believe you. Let's use this experience as an opportunity to grow and deepen our bond, rather than allowing it to create distance between us."
In that moment, the game of hide and seek transformed into a catalyst for personal growth and understanding. We vowed to nurture our connection with open communication and respect, recognizing that love and desire should always be grounded in consent and mutual understanding.
As we walked hand in hand, stepping away from the shadows of our game, we embarked on a new journey, one where our love would flourish without the need for elaborate games or hidden agendas. And in that shared understanding, we found solace and a newfound appreciation for the depth and beauty of our connection.
Together, we would navigate the complexities of love, understanding that even in the most challenging moments, our willingness to communicate and respect one another's boundaries would be the foundation upon which our relationship thrived
No one's pov
"Holding your hand is the best y/n"
"You should do that because you did let me die you know!"
"Huh?"
"Dan heng? Come on let's play one more game! This time you won't leave me alone right! I am scared!"
"Leave you alone...? What do you mean? I never.."Dan heng saw his hands which was covered in blood. And saw you again to see someone who looked like you but it wasn't the y/n he knew.
"Hahahah Dan heng! You finally came back! I missed you!" Dan heng wanted run away from here. But you trapped him. You looked with a sadistic grin on your face while Dan Hong was scared of something
"Danny boy how about another game of hide and seek this time....." you took a sword and kept it besides his face.
"I will show you the pain......the pain I felt when you felt me to die!! Your friends seem good right!?"
"Y/n....no I'm sorry ....." he remembers the day he got bainshed from luofu he didn't come back to get you and people of the luofu was derived by their beliefs. You loved a monster. So you must be one.. the people who didn't listen to their general came up with a plan to kill the demon's lover...and it did happen wanting to be immortal you devoted yourself to the corruption.. where there was love and innocence...now there is only one thing to get revenge...
You didn't care he left you but seeming him with others...he seem to forget you existed...
"You...I thought jing yuan promised me he will.."
"He tried his best ....You did tell you will come back...when I was in danger you told me to call your name and you will come....Haha I told I will come with you! But the people who clearly hated you said I should stay....what did you do? What did you do? Did you come back? "
In the depths of darkness, within the tormented realm of a haunting nightmare, Dan Heng found himself trapped. The weight of guilt pressed upon his soul as accusations and curses echoed in his ears. It was a harrowing vision, where he stood accused of a crime he swore he did not commit, but the specter of a lost love refused to relent.
"You are to blame," the accusing voice whispered, each word laced with sorrow and anger. "Your promises were empty, and your absence sealed my fate. I suffered the wrath of those who sought revenge for our forbidden love."
Dan Heng's tear-streaked face contorted in anguish as he desperately pleaded his innocence. "No, it wasn't my fault," he cried out, his voice cracking with despair. "I was banished from Luofu, torn away from you by forces beyond my control. I would have returned if I could, but they held me captive in a world devoid of your presence."
But his protestations fell upon deaf ears. The spirit of his beloved remained relentless, tormenting him with a relentless barrage of blame. In the depths of his sorrow, Dan Heng's heart shattered further, each shard etched with the unbearable weight of guilt.
As the nightmare unfolded, a sinister presence materialized, embodying the corruption that had seeped into Dan Heng's soul. It twisted and coiled around him, an ever-present reminder of the price he paid for their love. The darkness enveloped him, its tendrils penetrating every fiber of his being.
In a final act of defiance, his beloved, on the brink of death, summoned the very essence of the deceased. With a ghostly hand, she carved a solemn pact upon her fading form—a vow to endure the taint of corruption that had consumed them. A vow to eternally bear the burden of their ill-fated love.
Dan Heng collapsed to his knees, broken and defeated. The weight of his lover's accusation, coupled with the suffocating presence of corruption, crushed him. In that desolate realm of shadows, his anguish echoed through the void, mingling with the whispers of regret and the mournful cries of lost souls.
No redemption seemed within reach, no solace to be found. Only the perpetuity of suffering and the bitter taste of remorse lingered in this anguished oneshot, forever etched into the very fabric of Dan Heng's existence.
He opened his eyes and realized that right now he was running away from you..as you were chasing him.
Y/n POV
In the realm of nightmares, where reality twisted and contorted, a haunting scene unfolded. Dan Heng, consumed by fear, sprinted through the shadowy corridors, his heart pounding in his chest. Laughter, fueled by malice and hatred, erupted from my lips, echoing through the oppressive darkness. With each step, Dan Heng's terror deepened, for he knew not what I had become—a creature driven by madness and corruption.
The sound of my laughter chased him relentlessly, like a sinister melody that danced through the air. His desperate cries for mercy were drowned in the cacophony of my amusement. In this twisted game, all I desired was to revel in his fear, to inflict upon him the pain and torment that had consumed my own soul.
But as he darted around a corner, his breath ragged and eyes wide with terror, an unexpected turn of events disrupted our macabre dance. Blade, a figure I once called friend but now an embodiment of animosity towards Dan Heng, emerged from the shadows with a blade gleaming in his hand.
With a swift, merciless strike, Blade pierced through Dan Heng's chest, causing a momentary gasp of pain and shock to escape his lips. In that instant, the very essence of Dan Heng transformed, his form shifting and contorting until he stood before me as a majestic dragon king—an entity that I had known in another lifetime.
My laughter, tinged with surprise, resonated through the desolate corridors as I beheld the spectacle before me. A dragon king, risen from the depths of anguish, ready to face his foes. But amidst the chaos and my malicious glee, an unexpected glimmer of hope emerged—an unlikely hero, a small boy named Yanqing, wielding a sword that glimmered with determination.
While Blade remained unfazed, eager to continue his battle with Dan Heng in his newfound form, a flicker of concern burned deep within my corrupted heart. Unbeknownst to anyone, a lingering ember of care for Dan Heng still smoldered within me, buried beneath layers of darkness and hatred.
In an act of desperation, my teleportation powers surged forth, whisking me away from the unfolding confrontation. Suddenly, I found myself standing alone in a dimly lit hallway, the echoes of laughter gradually subsiding. Dan Heng's voice, filled with both doubt and conviction, penetrated the silence, reaching my ears like a haunting refrain.
"You're still here, aren't you?" he questioned, a hint of vulnerability threading through his words. "I refuse to believe that you've been completely consumed by this corruption. Somewhere deep down, I know there's still goodness within you, struggling to break free."
As I turned to face him, our eyes met—a poignant moment of recognition and uncertainty. The remnants of my corrupted self recoiled, struggling against his words, yet a part of me yearned for the truth in his unwavering gaze.
Without warning, Dan Heng extended his hand, hesitantly patting my head, an act of unexpected tenderness. A warmth spread through me, tinged with both sorrow and solace. And then, in a surprising turn of events, his arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace—a gesture of comfort and forgiveness.
In that poignant embrace, whispers of redemption and absolution whispered through the air. Dan Heng's voice, filled with genuine relief, brushed against my ear, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt.
"I'm glad that this nightmare isn't true," he murmured softly. "I believe in the goodness that resides within you. No matter the darkness that surrounds us, I won't give up on you."
Tears welled in my eyes, a potent mix
of relief and regret. The corruption still clung to me, its tendrils constricting my very essence, but his words ignited a tiny spark—a flicker of hope that dared to dream of liberation.
In that moment, as I stood locked in his embrace, the anguished oneshot took an unexpected twist. It wove a tale of inner turmoil, tangled emotions, and the transformative power of compassion. And as we embraced, bound together by our shared torment, the path towards redemption stretched out before us, uncertain but rife with possibility.
As Dan Heng approached, his hand gently reaching out to pat my head, I longed to reciprocate the gesture, to embrace him and seek solace in his presence. But as I extended my arms, a searing pain erupted within me. My head spun, and a cry of anguish escaped my lips. My eyes, once filled with corrupted darkness, turned an abyssal black.
Fear consumed me, and without hesitation, I fled. I disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind Dan Heng and the echoes of his voice. But even as I retreated, a haunting voice reverberated in his mind—a foreboding warning that the goddess would bring destruction upon the realm of Xianzhou Luofu.
The anguished oneshot ended on a note of turmoil and uncertainty. The intertwining threads of hatred, corruption, and the remnants of a broken bond formed a tapestry of despair. The fate of Xianzhou Luofu hung in the balance, its future uncertain as darkness and redemption clashed in a dance of chaos and hope.
(Y'all must have seen the leaks by now them watching a goddess or something)
In the climactic battle against the overwhelming corruption that threatened to consume Xianzhou Luofu, we fought with every ounce of our strength. United in purpose, we stood as a beacon of hope in the face of darkness. I, burdened by the weight of my own corrupted soul, had aided in the struggle, desperate to redeem myself and protect the land I held dear.
Together, we pushed back the encroaching tide of corruption, wielding our powers with fierce determination. As the battle reached its zenith, the ground beneath our feet trembled, and a resounding roar filled the air. The corruption, defeated but not vanquished, retreated, sinking deep into the bowels of the earth.
But victory came at a cost.
Dan Heng, ever selfless and courageous, stepped forward with unwavering resolve. He understood the gravity of the situation, the consequences that would befall me if the corruption remained within my shattered soul. In an act of unimaginable sacrifice, he made the ultimate choice. With a resolute gaze, he embraced the darkness, willingly accepting it into himself.
Time seemed to slow as I watched in disbelief. Horror and anguish engulfed me as Dan Heng, my anchor in this turbulent world, plummeted into the abyss that had swallowed the corruption. A heart-wrenching cry escaped my lips, echoing through the desolate landscape. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the dust of the battle, as I realized the depth of the sacrifice he had made.
"DAN HENG!" I screamed, my voice raw with grief and desperation. "No! Please, come back!"
But my pleas were lost to the abyss, swallowed by the void that now held him captive. The realization of his absence tore through my being, leaving me hollow and shattered. His selfless act had saved me, but it had cost him his very existence.
I sank to my knees, the weight of his absence crushing my spirit. The world around me seemed bleak and desolate, stripped of its former vibrancy. The anguish within me was overwhelming, a tempest of sorrow and regret.
"He saved me," I whispered through tear-streaked cheeks, my voice barely a breath. "But at what cost? How can I bear this burden of gratitude when he lies lost to me?"
The oneshot concluded on a note of profound anguish, my heart forever scarred by the sacrifice of a hero. I clung to the memories of Dan Heng, his unwavering love and selflessness etched deep within my soul. The world was saved, but I couldn't help but wonder if it had truly been worth it, if the price paid for victory hadn't been too high.
In the aftermath of the cataclysmic battle, I found myself surrounded by the tearful faces of March and Stella, Dan Heng's faithful friends. Their sobs echoed in the desolate landscape, their pain mirroring my own. Determination welled up within me as I realized that the corruption within me was manageable, a shadow that I had learned to control.
Refusing to let go of the one I loved, I mustered all my strength and unleashed my power upon the ground beneath me, shattering it with a resounding crack. The abyss beckoned, its darkness calling me to dive into its depths. And so, with an anguished cry, I willingly plummeted into the abyss, seeking the corrupted form of Dan Heng.
As I descended, the blackness enveloped me, suffocating and all-consuming. And there, amidst the writhing darkness, stood a twisted version of the man I cherished. His smile was sadistic, his eyes void of the warmth and love I knew so well. He approached me, his touch cold and callous, kissing me with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine.
In that moment, I cried out to him, my voice laced with sorrow and forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Dan Heng. I forgive you," I whispered, hoping that my words would reach the true essence of his being. But he remained unchanged, the corruption refusing to release its grip on him.
Desperation gnawed at my heart as I realized the depth of the darkness that had consumed him. In a desperate act of survival, I began to put up an act, feigning a love for this corrupted version of Dan Heng. Every caress, every word spoken, was laced with a painful pretense.
But within me, a flicker of hope persisted. Drawing upon the last dregs of my power, I reached out to him, my touch infused with purity and light. The corruption writhed and trembled as my power fought against its grip, unraveling its insidious hold on Dan Heng's essence.
With a final surge of energy, the corruption was expelled, dissipating into the void. Dan Heng's body convulsed as he underwent the transformation, his true self emerging from the abyss of corruption. When he awoke, he found himself in a different room, disoriented and bewildered.
His gaze fell upon me, sleeping peacefully beside him, the remnants of corruption clinging to my being. But there, beside me, was a letter, a message of solace and reassurance. Dan Heng's eyes traced the words, absorbing their meaning. "Do not blame yourself for what transpired in the past," the letter read. "For love has triumphed, and a brighter future awaits."
Tears welled up in Dan Heng's eyes as he gazed upon me, overwhelmed with a mixture of gratitude and love. He understood the sacrifices made, the strength it took to overcome the darkness. Tenderly, he brushed a strand of hair from my face, his voice filled with emotion.
"I will cherish you forever," he whispered, his words a vow etched into the very fabric of our shared destiny.
"Take care of her" dan heng saw a black haired man who he knew very well and nodded
"Well then I will be leaving.."