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impactedfates · 5 months

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Detective Oblivious - Various HSR Characters x GN! Reader

★ Summary: You’re best friend lately has been acting strange. Could they have a crush on someone?! You have to get to the bottom of it…though perhaps you can start by noticing how they look at you

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Gepard, Luocha, Welt, Luka, March, Kafka

★ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Fluff + Maybe a bit of Crack

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Genshin Ver Here // Semi-Proof Read

You knew Gepard since the both of you were young. You weren't a Silverman Guard yourself but you definitely supported your best friend when he became one. And was so proud when he later became a captain.

Lately though, he seems to be tripping over his words when he's trying to instruct some new members, and you witness all of it. It's strange though. You knew Gepard was a great teacher and mentor yet when you decide to visit you see him stumble on his words and even get strange looks from the trainees.

You were talking to Serval who simply laughed and said.

"He's distracted by a certain someone~"

But who could be occupying his mind!? You could see Serval gave you a deadpan look when she realized you were actually thinking of who could be on her brother's mind. She wanted to smack you silly but at the same time. If her lil Geppie wasn't ready to confess she can't do it for him.

You stopped visiting Gepard whilst he was training trainees or anyone in fact. And he did just fine! That's what you heard anyways when Lynx nudged you smiling knowingly. You grumbled a bit as you haven't gotten one bit closer to finding out who your friend had a crush on.

In truth, you also didn't want to know. You had feelings for the guard, but at the same time you'd be able to know if whoever took his heart was a good fit for him. Though...eventually your frustrations got the better of you, and one day. When he was free and so were you...

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU LIKE!?"

You watched as a blush crept on his face and looked at you. It seems as though his sisters have told him about how dense you were to who he liked. He took a small breath before answering you.

"O-oh...it's um...it's actually...you"

When Luocha realises he has feelings for you and they are genuine. Like, he wants to spend all his life with you. He seeks you out. He starts by gathering various things you like and asked to hang out with you. Like a date in his mind but in yours it was just what you two usually did.

You didn't even realise he was trying to be more romantic to get the mood set for when he confesses...and he could see that. He found it both annoying yet amusing with how you seemed to play off everything he did as purely platonic.

He opened a door for you when you went into a restaurant.

He pulled a chair out for you.

He even paid for your whole meal, held your hand as you walked out and even gave you a kiss. Now the good news is that at the end of the day, when he brought you home. You realised he was acting strange! The bad news is...

"Do you like the waitress that was serving us or something? You were acting so differently and we always have that waitress when we go eat at that place. So you have to like her right?"

You state, almost proudly. Luocha could only sigh and pat your head before leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

"I think I prefer the person in front of me"

When you saw that the usually calm and collected Welt seemed to be acting differently. As well as Himeko and the other trailblazers (minus Dan Heng) giggling when he was talking to you. You knew something was up, but he always told you everything?

You consulted everyone on the Express who each gave you a vague answer about how "he's just nervous" and "you'll know when he's ready" until you asked March 7th. She excitedly explained that he finally liked someone before the Trailblazer covered her mouth and scolded her for revealing his secrets.

Lucky for them though, you had no idea you were the one he developed feelings for. They weren't sure if they should be relieved you were dense to his feelings or mildly concerned.

In the following days you've compiled a lot of people you knew Welt knows. This was quite the long list considering the people he's met and you spent hours crossing out names, adding names back in and considering if he liked them or not. You were almost tempted to check his phone to see if you can spot a difference in behaviour there.

Welt eventually found the notebook you were using as your "Detective Journal" and raised it above your head as you tried to retrieve it, simply stating you were wrong with each name listed.

"Huh!? Then who do you like?"

"Simple, the one person you didn't add to the list. Yourself"

How could you not notice the way Luka always tries extra hard in whatever he's doing when he finds out you're there? He begged a bunch of his friends and such not to tell you as he wants to make it special. Wants to "mega impress you so you'll go on a date with him" (his words not mine)

This was all fine...if it weren't for the fact that to everyone else. He was being so obvious he liked you.

Anytime he wins a match he specifically looks for you to see your reaction.

Anytime you compliment something of his, perhaps his hair style or the clothes he was wearing. He always wears his hair that way more often and buys more clothes of similar styles.

He's always so attentive to you, not that he isn't to anyone else when you're all hanging out. But it's clear he's listening to whatever you say with direct care as if the words you speak will run away if he doesn't.

It's gone to the point where Seele begins ranting to Bronya about it. Crying over the fact that you can't see the tell tale signs. It all broke for her when you tell her that you think Luka likes someone but you can't figure out who. And even though she said she wouldn't tell, she ends up clutching onto your shoulders and shaking you.

"HE LIKES YOU DUMBASS"

March 7th honestly acts similar to how she always does. Just a bit more energetic when you're around. But you knew she was still acting differently, I mean she's your best friend. Surely you'd know when she's different, even just a bit.

And you attempted to figure out why she's acting differently. Finally settling on having a crush. But who could she like? She's complimented many people on their appearance before but you knew she didn't like them in a romantic sense.

You began thinking to see if she did actually like anyone in a different way and you just weren't there to see it. Then again, you and her always stuck together. You knew everyone she knew, so there wasn't any point in thinking if she met someone else.

One day when you were in her room, she went out to grab something and you noticed a book poking out from under her bed. Pulling it out you looked at the cover

"The Best Person Ever < 3”

was written. So this is it! You'll finally find out who she liked. But at the same time...you didn't want to break her trust by looking through it. You silently put the book down and slide it back under the bed, but not in time for her to walk in and see the book in hand. She quickly ran over with a blush and asked if you saw anything, to which you shook her head and said no.

She breathed a sigh of relief...until you both noticed one of the pictures fell out and oh? It's you with a heart drawn around you...that's not how she wanted to confess...

Kafka finds out rather quickly that you're trying to figure out who she likes. Who she's developed feelings for. She knew that you knew that her behaviour has changed up a bit, especially with you. How you didn't connect the dots when she out right told you she did in fact like someone is beyond everyone.

But oh she loves watching you from a distance try to find out just who got her attention. Who the lucky one is to be the item of her affection.

She messes with you, she gives you hints on who she likes but keeps them as vague as possible so that she can just watch you pout in frustration every time she says you guessed incorrectly. She just loves watching how much you try to figure it out.

But as much as she loves that, as time goes on. She does get slightly annoyed that you've guessed everyone, even twice. But never guessed yourself. So one day she tells you that she'll reveal her crush. And simply raised a mirror to your face with a smile.

"Aren't they just the cutest?~"

Anyone else find it hard to know when someone likes them? Cuz I do, hence this idea sprang forth. Not all the characters included are ones I simp for but I thought it would be interesting to add them (I literally only simp for Luocha out of the characters included tbh nsoaorgr)

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lovingluxury · 7 days

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「 sleep tight. 」

「 honkai: star rail. | scenario. 」

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ it was lonely in the archives without you. Even more when you decided to no longer be part of the express.

𝜗𝜚

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ Dan Heng x gn!reader | angst with light horror elements

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ word count: 846

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ warnings: nightmares.

He misses the time when was reminded to go to bed just before he almost pulled an all-nighter another time. He misses the time when food stood ready on his table in the archives, as he came back from the toilet, remembering he missed lunch once again.

But he had you. He had you to remember him every time. He had.

He had…

He misses the time you sat with him in the archives, idly reading a book on his bed. Your music coming so loud out of your headphones, he listened with you. Sometimes the sweet melody of a duet of the violin and the piano was to be heard, sometimes the soft tunes of an OST of the game you started recently, sometimes the hard bass of some underground band, only few people in the galaxy heard about when asked.

Dan Heng didn’t even have to look in the direction of his bed, he knew you were there. And now, every time he turns around to stand up, he is surprised to not see you there. Not sitting in his bed, frowning at the book.

He is surprised.

Surprised you’re not there.

Not there to keep him company.

His gaze did not move from the spot you should've been seated, but you're not. And he feels how a stone is resting on his heart, adding more weight to it. Like he doesn't have enough.

His eyes get smaller, now deeply in his thoughts. Would he have a chance to convince you to stay longer on the express? Would he had you longer by his side, if he dared to ask you?

His gaze falls on the wooden glock you gifted him when you came back from one of your trips with March. It remembered you of him, you said. Almost 2 AM. Again, he was on the best way to pull a one-nighter again. And after so long, he feels drained. He lays down on his rather uncomfortable bed and closes his eyes. He rolled over on his left side, then his right, and again on his left side, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Eventually, he falls asleep. And the nightmares start to haunt him again, uglier than ever before.

It started slow, melancholic. You sat on one of the perfectly cleaned couches in the train’s lounge with a book in one hand, the weight of the hardcover resting in your hand. Slow jazz filled the room, coming from the gramophone. The scenery gave off an unfamiliar vibe.

He went in your direction and called out your name, but you didn’t seem to react. Your frowning expression was still fixated on the book in your hand. He stopped in front of you, only for you to disappear after he blinked.

He stepped back, batting his lashes a few more times to realise what just happened. You were gone. Not even the book left behind. He turned around his axis a few times, only to stop to look at you standing beside the stairs up to the engine compartment. Your face was turned away from him, him only seeing your back.

He walked towards you, reaching out to grab your shoulder. As soon as his hand touched you, you collapsed into a mushy matter. You slipped from his grasp yet again.

What was left of you disappeared behind him, brought him to turn around only to watch you materialise into something he couldn't identify. It was a tall, slender figure out of black material. This thing stared at him with its white eyes for a few seconds before it attacked him.

He winces and opens his eyes. The dark embraces him tightly, only getting interrupted by the dim light of the data bank. It is nothing new for Dan Heng. It should be nothing new for him. But it feels so foreign, so wrong, so distant. You changed him with your embrace when you were lying beside him with a leg and arm draped over him, making him sweat underneath the blanket like hell. But he didn’t complain. He never complained around you. Now it’s cold and even the small mattress feels too big now.

He could've been lying with you longer in bed.

He could've been a little longer with you a little longer under the blanket, sweating his ass off.

But he's not.

He's not with you any longer.

You’re not with him anymore.

Alone the thought that the only person who voluntarily came to him every single time without fail is now gone chokes him. The first person in his current reincarnation who truly loved him is now gone. It ripped every single bit of oxygen out of his lungs, not letting a little bit of escape.

And he knows, would you have been with him, you would have given him all of your oxygen straight out of your lungs.

Dan Heng should’ve stopped you from leaving the express. Or maybe he should have left with you. But he cannot run after you now. It’s already too late.

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ lov’s monologe:

My entry for the personal memories (of the dearly beloved) event from @thexianzhoujade with the prompt viii. “it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.” | atlas: two. Although I used more of the first part of the song as inspiration.

My first time writing angst (especially in english). I have some failed attempts in the past, but I wasn’t happy with them. This time I also tried to put some horror elements in it, altogether it’s not really how I wanted it. Surely it’s not a 100% how I imagined it, but it's on the right path I think.

Did I accidentally posted it before it was done? Yes ✨.

any questions? feel free to ask! — ©lovingluxury 2024 — do not translate, re-upload without permission

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elf-osamu · 9 months

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“THE HAPPY MONARCH”

[ masterlist ] [ event ] [ reblogs are very appreciated ]

hurt/comfort, very slight angst & fluff, AU, romantic or platonic relationship, blade (hsr) x gn!reader

warning(s) : blade could be a bit ooc (i hope he isn't but i had to make him similar to the character in the fairytale </3);

word count : 2040 words

plot : “retelling of oscar wilde's fairytale ��the happy prince’; blade is an immortal traveler who has seen his fair share of odd events when, one day, he meets the statue of a monarch — but is it really just a lifeless sculpture?”

a/n : this is for the masked fools' monthly event ! although this one-shot is heavily inspired from this fairytale, there are great differences between this fic and wilde's story. the original story follows the interactions between the statue of a deceased prince who has been seeing the suffering of the world for years and a swallow that is heartbroken.

in a long forgotten land there was a stunning statue made of pure gold.

it depicted a young adult who once was the personable and charming monarch of many people; they were known for their goodwill and kindness and, since their face had always been adorned with a welcoming smile, they had been the hope of their realm for centuries.

until, one day everything had abruptly changed for a choice they decided to make.

said statue — you stood above your town, on a tall column, greeting everyone with your warm presence and grinning to the passing travelers.

“they look like an angel”, the citizens commented: some were fascinated by your beauty and were confident in their future, reassured by the happy monarch; others said so regretfully, since their hearts were filled with resentment at the sight of such an ethereal statue, which had to just stand there to be appreciated while they were forced to continue their lives working non-stop.

“how could you know such a thing? you've never seen a true angel”, certain people muttered in indignation with a contemptuous look on their faces.

in another domain, a traveler with long raven hair had been disappointed by the one whom he had fallen in love with.

the traveler's name was blade and he was relatively known for his expeditions and encounters of every kind; he had mastered the grand art of the sword while searching for a purpose in his interminable existence. he wasn't someone who easily trusted others, he preferred to not get attached to people - but sometimes he had to have faith, to hope for the better.

along his journey, blade had found companions to spend the time with: they all had reunited in the same rural area, so they had decided to stick together for some time, resting from their last adventures that happened in a place quite distant from there.

since the new destination hadn't been chosen yet, they had stayed in a near village, helping the local people. blade wasn't quite fond of this idea; he had never used someone else's aid unless it was an extreme necessity and he usually had done everything on his own; he couldn't understand why he had to assist people who meant nothing to him. still, he carried out his duty without complaining.

as the time passed, he had spent many moments with a certain inhabitant; he had saved their skin multiple times, helping them with their obligations, from personal to professional matters.

he had fallen in love for the first time in his life, with that person representing the light at the end of the deep tunnel he had found himself in.

his companions had dismissed his feelings because, after all, he was a wanderer who sooner or later would have had to leave for another journey. “it's aimless to keep talking to them,” they had sighed many times, “they don't even reciprocate your feelings”.

but blade hadn't listened to them and so his comrades had departed for another adventure, leaving him in the village.

he had been afraid of admitting his love, which had grown in the last few months. said emotion was consuming his soul, making him crave the attention he needed. therefore the week following his companions' going away he had determinate to confront his feelings with that person.

“would you like to come away with me on my journey?” he had murmured to them one day after his confession, “i'd always be there for you”.

they had shaken their head. “my home is everything to me; upon your arrival i was glad to have new people in my village and i was more than content with your company, it meant a lot to me. yet, i've never deemed you as a long-lasting partner”.

because of that event, blade had become cold again and left immediately the settlement, looking for a new purpose.

since the city he wished to go was far too distant from him, he had determinated the stop for the night in a town which was nearer his position.

he traveled all day until he finally reached the small city. he had nowhere to go for the hours of darkness, so he walked on the roofs of house after house until he landed on a column near a vast and beautiful palace; on the column it stood a solemn, golden statue which seemed to gently greet him.

it had an affable smile plastered on its face and the statue's clothes resembled the ones of noble people — whoever was portrayed there, in such a way, must have been someone of grand significance.

“i'll sleep here,” blade muttered, situating himself at the sculpture's feet. it was of human height, but the top of the column was so fairly great that a few people could have rested there without feeling pressured.

as he was closing his eyes, he felt a drop of water fall on his neck, making him shiver. blade suddenly sat down and looked at the sky: there were no clouds nearby, but it seemed like it was raining.

“the weather is rather strange in this land, isn't it?” he asked to himself, now too unsteady to try to fall asleep. “should i find another place to rest peacefully?”

drop after drop fell on his head and he sighed in exasperation. he got up and was ready to look for another area when he raised his gaze and met your eyes, which were filled with tears; your golden skin was glowing under the moonlight, a sight that would have been pleasant if it weren't for that sorrowful look.

“who are you?” blade questioned you without thinking; puzzlement had made its way on his face and he had no idea what to believe anymore. could a statue truly cry tears?

“the happy monarch” you said in response, weeping again.

“then why are you crying? i couldn't fall asleep because of your tears”. his intentions weren't mean — his mind was just very tired from the long day.

you, the happy monarch, let out a bitter laugh. “i apologize for this. you see, many years ago i was a young member of royalty and i had always lived in the palace near this statue. in this building tears and pain aren't welcomed, only joy is allowed. i've spent most of my life there, happily joining my family on jolly occasions and laughing with my cousins without a care in the world. once i grew older, however, i doubted the way i was leading my kingdom: i couldn't go outside and meet my people — they only saw my face and heard about my temperament thanks to the artists who could leave the palace from time to time; century after century i wished to share my bliss with everyone, but my relatives had forbidden me to do so. they told me a legend about my kin: immortality ran through my family since the early ages and it was dearly preserved by my ancestors; however, they said that, if someone who was a member of royalty stepped outside of this great palace, they would have been transformed into gold, without giving me other details. i had listened to them for so long that, one hundred years ago, i decided to disobey them”.

you paused for a moment, choosing your next words carefully; it was hard to remember all the emotions you had felt in the past. “and upon seeing how much sorrow, which was something i had never experienced, was in the world, my body altered itself. i'm still a human, though my body is covered in gold and precious gems and, since they're so heavy, i'm stuck here, watching the suffering of the people i swore to protect”.

“i blame myself for not getting to know the truth as soon as i could, but it's useless to dwell in the past now. still, despite my condition, my only wish is to aid all these people”.

blade had remained silent the whole time, wondering what he could have said in a situation like that. he had promised to never help anyone anymore, yet he was there, feeling commiseration for the happy monarch who hadn't felt happiness for a century.

“how could you assist them when you are stuck on this pedestal?” the black-haired boy commented, trying to hide the thoughts that were spinning in his head.

“first thing first, to be able to get my true body back, someone needs to take the gold and the jewels out of my current form. it's not an easy job, for one has to meticulously sculpt my figure under the metal; so, before doing anything else, someone should extract the gems that cover this statue and give them to the ones in need”.

“your majesty, wouldn't that be considered faux philanthropy? you wouldn't change anything by just making them sell your valuable stones — sooner or later, they would be without money again”.

“it has been so long since someone called me that”, you laughed and your eyes shone under the moonlight. “in any case, yes, i agree with you, but i still don't help them by being here and doing nothing. if i want to meet my people, i must get out of this troublesome situation as soon as possible, so i can't be made of gold anymore”.

blade observed the night. “my destination is still far away, your majesty. i won't be here tomorrow.”

“then, could you stay one night with me and be my messenger? in that red building there is a family who has to pay rent due in two days and the parents aren't able to afford it, so take the emerald that is on my left shoulder and bring it to them”.

the man did as he was told and a warm feeling welcomed him in his chest at the sight of a family who seemed to rediscover happiness.

when he described said emotion to you, your smile looked bigger. “it's something very common among people, when they help someone. not everyone experiences it, but most people would say it's one of the nicest things in the world”.

many days passed and blade was still with you, the happy monarch; every night he gifted a jewel to those who needed it and then stayed near the statue's feet to rest. “i'm going to leave this town tomorrow”, he had said many times, but at the end of the day he continued to ask you what he could have done to be of use.

he had gotten to be acquainted with the happy monarch's presence: you two shared the burden of immortality, something which was the main cause of pain in your hearts; blade had told you some of his adventures, describing in great detail all the things that he had witnessed.

after a month, it was time to take off the gold leaf by leaf: a task of such importance required great resilience and self-control, but blade never complained and instead immediately took action.

you had given some of your gold to him on certain days, so he could have bought food and water for himself.

“how do you feel?” he asked every few hours to make sure he was doing everything properly without hurting your real body.

you lightly chuckled and always answered in the same way: “i feel... free. i can sense the soft air that caresses my skin”.

that process lasted for some time - until, it was finally done.

it felt like waking up from a long dream: your limbs were sore from the numbness that one hundred years had caused you and at first blade had to keep an arm on your waist to keep you balanced.

you grinned at him. “thank you, blade. now you're free to go and continue your journey; i'll stay here and build more practical resources for these people”.

the black-haired man shook his head and, for once, smiled back at you, it had been a long time since his face had welcomed a smile.

“no; i'll be here by your side, as long as time allows me to do so.”

perhaps, after so many centuries, he had found a place to belong.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

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meaningofaeons · 8 months

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I love bladie so u know, i gotta request<(￣︶￣)>

"I'd like to visit the cat cafe with Blade. we want to play with a white birman cat, and we want to order coffee while we do." I only copied this💀 sorry

I gonna let you know that you're one of the other writers that inspire me to write, fr no joke love ur writing( ◜‿◝ )♡

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ anxiety & tensions

⊹ character(s) - blade ⊹ word count - 477 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, hurt/comfort, couple fighting but it doesn't get too too heated, possibly ooc blade

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret (closed! thank you for the support!)

omg another bladie req yayay (^≗ω≗^) he grew on me so much after the latest quests... thank you for the request!!! sorry this took so long!

"You're taking it too far again, Blade!"

You had to practically speed walk after him with his long, hurried strides, once again intent on ignoring your concern over his various wounds.

You weren't sure what was worse whenever you and Blade got into a spat like this. The fact that he never seemed to argue back, or the fact that he never truly listened to your words.

Sometimes, you wish he'd just get angry. Yell, curse at you, say something that might justify why he can never seem to come back from a mission unscathed.

Destiny would always have various, small, insignificant options in the billions of paths it presented. That is what your leader always said. However...

Every time, you asked if he'd be okay, and every time, per Elio's script, it was never the most likely route for Blade to get wounded.

So why?

"Can't you just talk to me for once?!" you shouted, brandishing your bandages as threateningly as you could at the dark-haired man. His crimson eyes averted from your own, a scowl coming to his lips as he noticed that he had become quite cornered by your persistence.

"Just say... Just say something! I don't know, anything! Tell me why you always have to come back hurt!"

Finally, Blade felt his tensions boil over. He was about to open his mouth and shout back with ferocity, but stopped short, his words dying in his throat in the form of a weak, tiny, guttural sound.

Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes.

You seemed to notice his sudden pause and swiftly reached up to wipe them away, only for him to grab onto your hand, his own bandaged one reaching up to brush away your tears instead.

"...I'm... sorry."

The man's crimson eyes, filled with conflict just moments before, had softened impossibly at the sight of you.

In spite of your rage, you allowed him to slowly tug you into an embrace, his hands clutching gently onto your hair and brushing through it.

"I'm sorry."

"But you won't change a thing... will you?"

You sounded so defeated, so heartbroken that even Blade's heart trembled a bit.

"I... can't promise you anything."

You were about to laugh sardonically, scoff it off and walk away, but your lover only clutched you tighter, his eyes that always seemed somewhat far-off focusing only on you.

"But I can try. I don't... want to hurt you any more."

You paused briefly, and then, the laugh you'd been holding back came out—not as a sarcastic admission of hopelessness, but rather, as a disbelieving, hopeful sound.

"I suppose that's good enough for now. Come on. Let's get you patched up again."

You led him to your shared room, the man trailing behind you like a lost puppy, refusing to release your hand from his grasp.

#blade x reader #blade #hsr x reader #honkai #honkai x reader #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #katze's cat baret #katze's cat cafe #katze's 500 follower special #🎭 masked fools

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riddler-elinoir · 2 months

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Hello white haired lady! Uhhhhhhh- what's up?

-@silly-sampo

Elinoir smiles at her friend. "Well if it isn't Sampo! Still onenwith that silly name?" She chuckles with the way the Masked Fool referred to her earlier. "What's up?"

#🎭 masked fools #💸 sampo koski #hsr rp #hsr roleplay

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cnnmairoll · 8 months

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Could I request Jing Yuan's fem!s/o visiting him at work to bring him lunch?

The General's Lunch

Pairing : Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing anon! just a little something short n cute before I go to sleep :thumbsup: Also three Jing Yuan fics in a row, love this guy

You stood at the entrance of the Xianzhou Luofu's military headquarters, a delicate bamboo lunch box in your hand, and a warm smile on your lips. Jing Yuan, the general known for his meticulousness and indolent appearance, was your beloved, and today, you were paying him a surprise visit at work. You had prepared his favorite lunch, carefully wrapped in a silk cloth, and couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you showed up unannounced.

As you stepped inside the bustling headquarters, the soldiers snapped to attention, acknowledging your presence with a nod or a salute. You were a familiar face here, and your relationship with Jing Yuan was no secret.

The headquarters was an organized chaos of scrolls, maps, and officers hurrying about their duties. You navigated the maze of activity with ease, heading straight to the general's office. The door was slightly ajar, and you gently pushed it open to reveal Jing Yuan, perched behind his desk, deep in thought.

Jing Yuan glanced up at the sound of the door, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and delight as he saw you. "Ah, my dear wife," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

You stepped inside and placed his lunch box on his cluttered desk. "I thought my hardworking general might be in need of some nourishment," you replied with a grin.

Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, a slow, lazy smile playing on his lips. "You, my beloved, are a sight for sore eyes," he said, reaching out to take your hand and pull you closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before opening the lunch box. "And you've brought me lunch. You spoil me."

He carefully unwrapped the meal, revealing a delicious array of dishes - his favorite dumplings, a mound of perfectly steamed, fragrant rice glistened with a hint of sesame oil and scattered sesame seeds, and a selection of pickled vegetables. The aroma wafted up, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his pleased expression.

"Well, someone has to take care of you, my dear husband," you teased.

Jing Yuan's eyes crinkled with amusement as he continued to enjoy his meal. "I do appreciate your care, my beloved," he said. "It's a chaotic day, and this is a welcome respite."

You reached over and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, your touch gentle and affectionate. "I know you work tirelessly, Jing Yuan," you said softly. "But I also know that you're more than capable of handling anything that comes your way."

He turned to look at you, his gaze warm and filled with gratitude. "You always believe in me," he murmured.

"Of course," you replied. "You're my hero."

Jing Yuan set the empty lunch box aside and stood, pulling you into his arms. His embrace was strong and reassuring, and you melted into it, relishing the closeness. "You're my anchor, my beloved wife," he whispered against your ear.

You held him tighter, the world outside fading away as you focused on the man you loved. Moments like these, stolen in the midst of his busy day, were your secret treasures.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan x you #jing yuan hsr #🎭 masked fools #🏹 xianzhou alliance

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kazoohaa · 5 months

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hello!! i would like to request something platonic with jing yuan

how would jing yuan be as a father? (like biologically) headcanons please

𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. honkai star rail

— notes. omg yes !! also i’m sorry ive been really inactive recently yall 😭

— details. father!jing yuan & gn!reader.

honestly i think he’d be really fun to have as a father!!

light teasing is engrained in his Personality™, he lovingly does it to you a lot

despite his responsiblities as the luofu’s general, 90% of the time he’s somehow free whenever you approach him for things

jing yuan is also 100% happy to spoil you, a lot — he believes that you deserve the best, after all!

what do you mean he can’t spend just a bit of money for you? just this one time? (it isn’t just this one time, and won’t be.) sure, it might seem like it’s a lot of strales (..it is,) but you don’t have to worry about it, he’s got more than enough :)

buys you lots of little things quite often, small presents and trinkets, something like a keychain or an interesting book he spotted, or just your favourite foods from aurum alley

jing yuan also regularly plays xianzhou starchess with you. he’s proud of having taught you many different strategies — a goood amount being ones that you’ve learned from observing his tactics during your games. he’s quite proud of that, it’s made your observational skills sharper, after all! but, even if you’re equipped with lots of knowledge on how he usually plays, it’s still always a challenge to beat him, especially since he keeps somehow managing to one-up you, leaving you baffled, or trying to pull things mid-match without you noticing LMAO

“...did you just take off that piece?”

“which?”

“there. i swear you had a piece on that square—”

“hmm? i don’t know what you mean.”

“daaaaddd.....”

it’s become a bit of a game between the two of you. a passerby could see you and jing yuan intensely staring at the board in silence, occasionally glancing at each other, and they’d think that the general and his child must be having an intense match of starchess — but really you two are just examining each other to try and figure out what their tactic is and when you can find a good time to snatch a piece /j

while he doesn’t talk about the past that much, since those times were rather... complicated, and also he doesn’t really see much reason to randomly speak about it. but he does mention some tidbits here and there if you ask him, but sometimes they’re also the most jaw-dropping things that you’ve ever heard, and then it leaves you doing a double take while you process that information he just dropped out of the blue like that — imagine hearing stories about the high cloud quintet for the first time

he also teaches you combat, although he hoped that there wouldn’t be many occasions where you’d have to use those skills. it is undeniable that some areas of the luofu are quite dangerous, especially because of the mara-struck and the followers of sanctus medicus wandering about, but as a parent, he’d prefer that you never get into any dangerous situations if he can help it.

sometimes, you train alongside yanqing, who gets really excited and absolutely fired up at the prospect of getting to spar against you, more so when he actually gets a chance to. being the child of the general, how cool is that! you must be a strong opponent! you two give each other pointers sometimes — jing yuan is a proud father x2, he’s happy you and yanqing get along so well :)

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milksnake-tea · 7 months

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━━ arms of gold .

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they hold you in bed ❀ ˎˊ- characters: dan feng, dan heng, luocha, blade, jing yuan ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: heavy in physical contact, dan feng gets a little possessive whoops ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: scratches head hey guys !!!!!! writing this to make myself feel better, yes i still have some requests but i'll get to them! just need to find the motivation so let me write some sillies heart eyes (also im aware that IL is not dan feng but like i need to fit my aesthetic so. heart eyes. also yall can really see who i had inspiration for LMAOOO (sorry bladie :( )

Dan Feng is, quite simply, a brat, and a brat who won't let you go the second he's behind closed doors. The second that the day is done, and he's freed from the grasp of his title, he pounces and clings onto you like a cat, forcing you to drag him around the house whenever you want to get anything done.

Personally, I can see Dan Feng being very physically affectionate, although he would rather die than ever admit it. It's not like he needs to though, since everyone can see how he always has to be touching you, whether it being with his tail around your arm or his hand clinging to your sleeve.

In bed, Dan Feng prefers to be the big spoon, regardless of height difference. Only on rare occasions will he let go of his pride and allow himself to be held. So for the most part, your nights together are spent with him embracing you from behind, his mouth pressed right on your pulse as he wraps himself around you.

Sometimes you'll feel his horns bump against your head as he nuzzles you, their luminescent glow like a gentle nightlight. They glow brighter when he has good dreams, a low purr rumbling against your back as he slumbers. Similarly, his tail, taking up a good 70% of the bed, wraps around your legs while Dan Feng's are draped over your hips. Every part of him has to touch you, hold you, and remind you that you are his, and his alone.

Contrary to his previous incarnation, Dan Heng is shy when it comes to physical contact. For the first few months in which he'd slept in the same bed as you, he'd kept himself to one side of the bed, afraid of even touching you.

When the Express was warm, he could do this easily. However, on the rare occasion that the engine can't provide as much heat as normal, Dan Heng's cold-blooded instincts take over, and his body moves to you against his will. Safe to say, when Dan Heng woke up to you, entangled in his arms, he malfunctioned and probably kicked you by accident.

Dan Heng can work with being a big spoon or small spoon, but what's important is that he sees your face. When his nightmares strike, he needs to know that you're there, still breathing and still alive in his embrace. More than once has he traced your features while you slept, your breathing lulling him back to sleep.

But on the fluffier side, he also tends to nuzzle you as you cuddle. Just rubbing his nose against yours is such an innocent act, and yet it never fails to make him melt against you. Dan Heng isn't a very verbal person, so he prefers to show his affection for you in the subtle ways - whether that be in his acts of service, or the slightest of touches.

If the time ever comes that Luocha is comfortable sleeping next to you, it means that he's finally grown to trust you. Luocha is used to the guards he dons around others, unused to letting it fall in another's presence.

He prefers to be the one holding you, rather than the other way around. Don't get him wrong, he loves you and adores your embrace, but to completely submit into your arms is asking a bit too much out of him. But Luocha makes up for it by telling you stories of his travels as a lullaby, keeping you at his side as he paints adventure after adventure with his voice.

Sometimes, he'd tease you for sleeping before his story ended, flicking your forehead gently as he lazily smirks at you. Even if you complain at him, Luocha only chuckles good-naturedly at you, cooing out an apology as he rubs where he'd flicked you.

Luocha always makes sure to fall asleep after you do. His heart warms as he watches you doze against his shoulder, and he can't help but trace your cheek before kissing your forehead, and closing his eyes himself.

And yet, he isn't as good as waking up before you can. On more than one occasion have you woken up to Luocha's peacefully slumbering face, just like that of a fairytale princess. His carefully practiced smile isn't there, but it doesn't make him any less beautiful. On the contrary, he is gorgeous, raw and natural, and graceful all the same.

The first time you woke him up, Luocha had been startled, panicked even, despite how gently you did it. He wasn't used to being waked up by another, much less waking up next to another. But as time passed on, he slowly grew to anticipate your touches, the tracing of his face drawing him from his dreams.

So now, when you welcome him back to reality, Luocha greets you with a smile - a tired, yet fond smile, devoid of any insincerity.

He'll never admit it, but Blade needs to be held when he sleeps. Never does he take the first step, so unless you pull him into you yourself, he'll stay on his side of the bed, afraid of touching you and pushing the boundary.

But the second your arms are around him, he latches onto you, practically molding himself into your chest. You are his safe haven, in your arms, he doesn't need to drive away nightmares - for they never come.

His ears are always pressed against your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep each and every night. His hands grasp at the back of your shirt, squeezing and kneading at your back muscles. Seldom does he ever look up at your face, content to keep his face buried in your neck, chest, or back. Yet he adores it when you run your fingers down his body, whether they trace his scars, his spine, or simply thread through his hair.

The shuddered breathes Blade lets out when you caress him are not of fear nor of lust, but of content. His skin may goosebump, and his spine tingle, but he finds that it is with your hands that he is able to rest without his past chasing him.

Jing Yuan is somehow both the most annoying and the most comfortable cuddler here.

With Jing Yuan, there's no such thing as big spoon or little spoon. Whoever gets on the bed first is the pillow for the night, and if you're smaller than Jing Yuan, it'd be in your best interest to abstain from the mattress until the general himself decides to rest. Otherwise, you'd wake up with not one, but two lions draped over you as both Jing Yuan and Mimi keep you pinned to the bed.

But his weight isn't uncomfortable, as long as you can stick your head out to breathe (which can be difficult considering that both Mimi and Jing Yuan have a ridiculous amount of hair). On the contrary, Jing Yuan's large frame, coupled with the weight of his muscle on top of you makes you feel safe, protected.

When you're the one on top, Jing Yuan makes for one of the greatest, if not the greatest pillows on the Luofu. Whenever he breathes, his chest swells, taking you up and down with it in a rhythmic pattern. The tiniest snores he lets out rumble against you like the thunder he commands, and one arm is always around you, keeping you secured against him as he dozes in the Luofu's afternoon sun.

But be warned though, Jing Yuan is clingy, even more so than the others. His words of "5 more minutes" are really a translation for a few more hours, and it's difficult to say no to a face with his - especially if he starts pouting. You suppose it's fine, though, to be late once in a while, if it means you can see Jing Yuan's face visibly light up.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

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kyvnnie · 11 months

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🎭

masked fool sampo theories make me go BRRRAAAZZYYY

#honkai star rail sampo #sampo #hsr sampo #sampo honkai #sampo koski #sampo fanart #honkai star rail fanart #honkai star rail #hsr

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fruit-sy · 9 months

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Welcome to the Tavern 🎭

"To be honest, Trailblazer, I really like you. With your wisdom, you must have realized that something was wrong with me, but you still did so much with me until the Unshackled was turned upside down. Why? Because it was really fun for you, wasn't it? I don't know if you like this joke about unshackling, but I hope you do. I hope you can sincerely say "Aha!" from the bottom of your heart. Perhaps one day we will meet again at 'the tavern'. At that time, please allow me to buy you a martini with a topology olive and some Barnsley fractal peppers (that's my favorite). Love, Zhongshan."

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KDHSSHKALD FINISHED BESTIAL FEROCITY AND ZHONGSHAN'S DEFINITELY A MASKED FOOL, when she tricked the 3 Unshackled she began to laugh hysterically, saying how "this kind of happy ending is worth our laughter" and how "Yaoshi will share our joy"

Including Poetic Genius Ingenium mentioning the Mourning Actors and Sampo's neutron bomb prank, we've got 3 Elation-related references in the Luofu... SURELY they will make a somewhat major appearance not so far in the future? 👀👀 Hmm??? (definitely not reaching)

The Masked Fools only seem to want to chase after laughter, but I can't help but feel unsettled by them hehe 👀

#Zhongshan #sampo koski #honkai star rail #my art #such an interesting quest!! i'll be chewing on this for a while hrrrghghasdak #Elation art tag

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mrmynie · 2 months

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✨️ the masked fool 🎭

#art #artwork #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #digital painting #drawing #illustration #my art #fanart #hsr #hsr fanart #honkai star rail #sparkle #sparkle hsr #hoyoverse #hoyolab

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impactedfates · 4 months

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Hii! I loved your platonic Genshin kidnapped child reader so, could I ask for Platonic Honkai star rail men when their child is kidnapped?

★ A/N: Yep, you can. Here you go, hope this is alright!

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

★ Format: HeadCannons (Characters Included (Separate): Sampo, Blade, Argenti + Gepard)

☆ Warnings: Mentions and hints of kidnapping // Mentions of death (In Blades one)

★ Extra: Reader is shorter then most characters (They're about 6-7 age wise) // Characters are single dads // Semi Proof-Read // Short

Sampo is a con man, and he's made many people dislike him, many people want revenge on whatever he did. He knows this, however he never thought those people would resort to kidnapping his own kid to do so.

Look, you can hurt him, you can ruin his reputation, you can do whatever. But to kidnap you just because of your association with him is where he draws the line. As soon as he gets word on what happened he's finding out your location straight away.

And as soon as he knows it, he'll find a way to get you back and the perpetrators won't know what hit them until they wake up to find you gone and a note from the man himself, Sampo Koski.

Blade is pissed. Sure he may not always have time for you however he cares for you a lot. You are his kid, and once word gets to him that you're kidnapped? He is tracking you down no matter how long it takes or the amount of bodies gets left in his trail to find you.

He gets SilverWolf to help track your location and as soon as he knows he's off to get you. He only has to pray to whatever Aeons that you're blindfolded as he's not wasting a minute in hearing the cries of mercy, they don't deserve it.

Once he gets you home he inspects you to make sure you're fine, to ensure you're not hurt. He never lets you leave his sight after that, or anyone's for that matter. If he must leave for a mission he asks for the other members or even Elio to take care of you until he returns.

Argenti truly loves and protects you. As a knight he does this incredibly well so when someone successfully kidnaps you he's more than surprised. He puts a halt in his search for Idrila as looking for his child is far more important in this moment and time.

He isn't sure what he did to get someone to want to kidnap you or if all they want is money. But he will track you down, if they want money then he'll give it to them. However if you are hurt upon returning to him or they still refuse to give you back then he isn't afraid to put up a fight.

He won't go too far, he'll merely knock them out and call the appropriate authorities to take them away. He understands that whatever happened shook you. Scared you, so he'll spend more time with you to try and take your mind off things, take you out to various planets to shop. His search for Idrila can wait. For now YOU are his priority

I feel like Gepard oftens leaves you with Serval when he's out on duty. So the chances of you getting kidnapped are rather low as you have an auntie to protect you, not to mention the Silvermane Guards outside her workshop and how I feel Serval would make small guard robots.

So it comes to a surprise when he finds out you've been kidnapped. He doesn't bother asking questions, for now he quickly gathers a search party and gets others to ask around as he investigates the workshop. Perhaps you were kidnapped by a worker of Serval, this gives Gepard a good idea and he searches the houses of said worker.

Once he finds where you are, he wastes no time in arresting them and anyone else who happens to be in there as he quickly goes to your side to check on your wellbeing. He takes you to the doctors to get you checked up and once you're confirmed to be okay he's relieved.

Bronya gives him a few days off so he can spend time with you, it also gives him time to figure out how to ensure this won't happen again. He still trusts Serval to look after you, and she's already making sure to be careful who she lets work with her but he wants to be doubly sure nothing will happen to you again.

I need Blades banner to go so I'm not tempted to pull for his LC. I need Loucha.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr imagines #honkai star rail x you #platonic hsr #hsr platonic #Sampo x Reader #Sampo x You #Gepard x Reader #Gepard x You #Blade x Reader #Blade x You #Argenti x Reader #Argenti x You #🎭 masked fools

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lovingluxury · 3 months

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「 time to cook! 」

「 honkai: star rail. | headcanons. 」

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ How do the members of the astral Express cook (if they’re allowed in the kitchen).

𝜗𝜚

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ astral express cooking headcanons | general headcanons | fluff | crack

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ word count: -

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ Warnings: none

Himeko - about cooking:

I wouldn't say I'm good at cooking, but I can always brew you some coffee, if you want to.

she can do the most basic things, like boiling eggs or pasta to your liking, but nothing more.

she should improve her coffee first.

but she wouldn't burn down the kitchen. After a while...

her food has a plain taste, not a single drop of any kind of seasoning is in there and dry like a squeezed out sponge.

depending on the food, it happens to be burned at the bottom and edges, but nothing too dramatic.

it does not look too suspicious nor too special.

in overall, I would give her a 3.5/10

Welt Yang - about cooking:

most of the time, I'm the one cooking in the express. Exept for Dan Heng... Let not talk about it....

Best cook in the express.

he can cook pretty much everything, if he has the recepie and it's not too hard.

but even him still happens to burn something, but it's still very enjoyable!

and he can still safe it.

overall, 8/10

Dan Heng - about cooking:

I'm not the best cook, but I can prepare you some simple dishes, if it happens that something crosses our path.

decent at cooking.

knows what he can do and does nothing more.

he's a little hesitant at first.

especially when he tries something new.

he needs a few tries sometimes, but he makes it.

the food tastes as it should. It has a good amount of the right seasonings.

not over- or undercooked.

overall 7/10

March 7th - about cooking:

cooking is fun! But all say, I should stop trying. I don't know exactly what I'm doing wrong...

can't cook at all.

shouldn't be allowed to cook.

shouldn't even be allowed to enter the kitchen.

she would burn down the whole express.

her food is completely unbeatable.

at least she tries.

1/10 because of that.

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ lovs monologue:

this topic came up on the masked fools server a while ago (@particular-one where are you?? This for you.), so I thought, why not making some headcanons out of it.

#「 SYSTEM 𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ UPDATE 」#✷ [ ⌕ HSR ] - archived #🎭 masked fools #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr dan heng #hsr himeko #hsr welt #hsr march 7th #hsr headcanons

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elf-osamu · 8 months

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“YOUR LAST MEMORY OF ME”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are very appreciated ]

angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, romantic relationship, jing yuan x gn!reader

warning(s) : major character death, the concept of death is discussed, implied reference for the high cloud quintet lore !!!!, blood, injuries, depictions of violence !!!!

word count : 2517 words

“i think i got too many memories getting in the way of me; you only get what you grieve; the only thing that’s ever stopping me is me; i testify if i die in my sleep, then know that my life was a killer dream; and all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died” — song: stay frosty royal milk tea by fall out boy

a/n: i’ve almost cried while writing this. as a jing yuan lover, i’m terribly sorry (it will happen again).

to be part of a long life species isn’t as easy as mortals make it to be. since their lives are nothing but a fleeting moment which will be soon forgotten, they tend to hope for a longer time to accomplish their goals, rushing every task to meet the temporary relief that it brings — a sweet feeling which one could indulge themself in, but only for a brief moment. as a consequence of this, they’re quite envious of those who don’t have to worry about such matters: those people can enjoy life to the fullest and simultaneously take things at a slow pace, savoring each second of their existence without being overwhelmed by their imminent end; new experiences are always near the corner of their days, quietly waiting for the perfect time to appear and give opportunities of every kind; the weight of death isn’t a matter to reflect upon, since it’s something far too distant to be frightened by it.

a smile was something that jing yuan hardly got to see on that face he had profoundly grown fond of — yours. one could have defined it as an almost imperceptible change, but the way your lips slightly curved in response of his affirmations hadn’t ever escaped his attentive eyes. his life had been consistent for many years, still as a lake in a flawlessly sunny day, with his usual duties and habits which never seemed to change despite the passage of time. however now he had gotten used to your presence and he could have never substituted it. those lips he loved to touch with his, those hands he relished with his when he was looking for reassurance, those eyes he would have treasured with his life if they had been gems — you. jing yuan would have never gotten tired of you.

this is what short life species harshly tell themselves and others — they can’t but concentrate on what they don’t possess, on what their hands will never reach, on what they will never be able to accomplish. nevertheless, said behavior is rather commonly found in the majority of human beings with no distinctions made; envy is a comprehensibile emotion, but when used inappropriately it can develop in resentment. the inherent desire of attaining what we’ve wished for isn’t possible at all times — but we continue on our path forward, often stumbling along the way when it gets too difficult to move on.

the general’s soul wasn’t unblemished as many thought: you had gotten the chance to meet that part of him he tried to hide under a seemingly exemplery mask of polite yet playful remarks. you had tended to his injuries, taking care of his body while he narrated the story of some of his scars; you had listened to his usually unspoken worries, when the role he had to play for the majority of his life momentarily ended and he finally showed you that he was just a human being like any other — someone who had done both outstanding and terrible things. “i… i apologize for not being the hero you’ve heard of”, he had muttered the rare times he had allowed himself to cry; it had been too long ago since the last time he had opened up to someone in such a vulnerable way.

long life species know this too well: between the scars of their past and the hopes for their future, it isn’t rare to find people who are lost in their journey, surrounded by painful memories and feelings of desperation. to forget what one’s forced to remember can make themself cling to the old days and refuse to give a glance to the other side.

you were aware of jing yuan’s foibles and past mistakes — how could you have not? — but those things had never stopped you from loving him. as you were there to accept him for who he was, you could proudly say he did the same for you; patience and consideration were only a few of his characteristics, but they were greatly helpful when you were going through difficult times. jing yuan wouldn’t have ever judged your fears and thoughts: he would have sat next to you, grounding your mind from the stress that life could give you, and reminded you of his unfeigned adoration towards your being. you both had found comfort and solace with each other.

the general of the cloud knights of the xianzhou luofu, jing yuan, had lived for too many centuries to be truly able to count them. he was acclaimed by many people and frowned upon by others — but nobody could have never doubt his dexterity and strength when it came to swordsmanship: his exceptional abilities had been of considerable effectiveness in battles and, simultaneously, his carefulness and diplomacy couldn’t be disregarded in the slightest, since they kept the law and order in his nation.

death passively follows its natural course when the right time is known — it’s a neutral state which can’t be converted by the human mind, something… irreversible; many have tried to change this fact and many have failed. each stage of life is meaningful, thus to accept what’s going to happen someday is the wisest and least painful choice, though it has to be recognized how it can still be a tough journey. his loved companions, his long-lasting enemies, everybody he knew… he had lost them, either because of demise or a change of paths.

during his life, jing yuan had collided with friends, foes and even with himself — bonds were broken, rancour was deepened, distress was reinforced: all the experiences and emotions he had been carrying in his heart for centuries seemed to be never-ending. he did his best to hide his damaged self through loads of work and too many hours of sleep; after all he was one of the arbiter-generals — if he couldn’t do his job, who could have?

he was a symbol of hope: he was someone to use as a role model and as a pillar for anyone who was in need of support and protection — failure had never been an option for those of such great importance.

he just had to resist a little longer… then everything else would have ended and peace would have prospered, as it always did.

clashes of swords and polearms reverberated through the battlefield, they were the only sounds which could be heard alongside the warriors’ screams. destruction and ruination harshly painted the surroundings, scarring the ground where nature once flourished, while combatants fell and took their last breath.

an invasion of that magnitude hadn’t been on the xianzhou luofu for quite some time and nobody had been prepared for it; unexpected encounters were the most dangerous and tiring ones.

you were a brave and capable soldier — your technique wasn’t flawless, but your determination made up for the few careless mistakes you committed while fighting; jing yuan was aware of that, but his chest still hurt whenever he knew you were battling against his enemies. as much as he believed you could successfully take care of your well-being in dire situations, he had to fight the urge to be near you when you risked your life; said feeling was reciprocated though, since the general had caught a glimpse of your figure finishing off an enemy who had tried to attack him behind his back while he was busy with three other opponents. you had flashed a smile at your lover before going into battle again.

it was a tough confront between distinct factions, but hope had come to the surface again once you had taken a glance at how many enemies were still standing: only a few were alive and their counterattacks were growing more haphazard by the second — they hadn’t expected to fall behind in battle. the rush of adrenaline you felt before accompanied your weapon through taking the life of your opponents without backing away.

jing yuan had just fought against a few people when he saw a group of his opposite faction go near you; they were too many to be dealt at the same time, too many even for someone as experienced as him — so he couldn’t let them lift a finger on your body, it was a risk too huge to be taken so carelessly.

he rapidly moved to get to your side — you were rather distant from him but, if he had screamed, you would have been distracted and you would have gotten severe injuries… or even worse. his mind was spiralling while the general was trying to calm himself down and choose the best option available to keep yourself safe but, when he saw a spear coming too near your figure, his body moved on its own: he rushed towards you and, without giving you the time to react, he took what once was your place.

time seemed to stop for a moment as he tasted the flavour of pain that came from the deep skin tear on his chest: gushes of blood brutally tinted his armor and all of a sudden his face lost the color it had just a moment before.

you couldn’t feel anything at first, your brain had registered only a part of what had occurred. then, however, you realized what you had witnessed when you watched jing yuan’s body fall on the ground.

everything had happened in a few seconds, but it felt like an unceasing event: something atrocious was taking place, something you just wished to ignore and forget… but you couldn’t allow yourself to do that.

therefore, a wave of rage hit you: you didn’t waste time to slaughter the ones who attacked the man you loved; when anyone tried to come near you, your blade was swift enough to promptly eliminate them and destroy anything that crossed its path, wounding whoever couldn’t understand the weight of the situation. it had been a while since you felt an emotion in such an intense and uncontrolled way, you looked feverish from how much strength you were using.

anger’s origin was different for everyone — yours was because of despondency.

you were moving too fast to process what was happening: the only clear thing your blurry vision could notice was the carmine blood that colored the soil and people’s armors, especially your own. you couldn’t feel the pain derived from your injuries, your clouded mind wasn’t able to process your physical state.

wrath was embracing you in its strong grip, the one thing that heartened you when you would have preferred to hide away in your own solitude.

as the only opponents left decided to retreat from the battle, you tossed your weapon to the side and fell on your knees; you were exhausted from your sudden outburst, your limbs were becoming numb and your head was spinning.

the familiar sound of your name, however, kept you grounded, making you look at the white-haired man who was laying down on the turf.

sweat and blood littered his scarred skin, a look you had gotten to know through the years you had spent with him. but this time was like no other.

you immediately sat by his side and forced yourself to act like you had everything under control, while trying to disregard the spear that had pierced his body: your hands slightly pressed near the major wound on his chest, clinging to the last hope of keeping more blood from coming out.

“my time… has come, then?” he murmured, his lips were moving slowly, too slowly, though his voice was calm as the usual; you would have said he wasn’t feeling much pain, if you didn’t know him that well.

a grin was plastered on his face and it only made you sadder to see him keep his mask even on that unpleasant occasion.

“don’t you dare say that, jing yuan. there’s still time, we can make someone look for a doctor, we… you can resist for a few minutes until then!”, you sounded — you were — desperate. “everything is going to work out in the end, isn’t it?”.

you were trying your best to pay no attention to your thoughts: there was no doubt that his injury was fatal, he already had lost too much blood to return back to his usual life and be saved. you would have switched places in a heartbeat if you were given the opportunity to do so, you would have given anything to keep him alive; jing yuan had understood it since the first day your love for him had been known.

his eyes were fixated on your face, as if they were trying to soothe your distressed mind. with the last remaining ounce of strength, he rested one of his hands on yours and deepened his smile.

he called out your name again. “do you know how much i care about you?”.

if the situation were different, you would have punched him; tears began to fall down on your cheeks; you would have liked to scream and say he wouldn’t have died in that way, but you managed to make your lips curve into a faux grin; if you had to smile, you would have done it for him.

“yes, love. i do know it all too well”, you whispered, your gaze was focused only on his face and the flutter of his eyelashes.

jing yuan slowly nodded and mumbled “good”: his heart could have ultimately rested now that he had your confirmation.

he looked at the gray sky, silently saying his goodbyes to the world around him. “if there’s anything beyond this life… i hope i’ll get the chance to… to meet my friends… and lost companions there…”. you felt his fingers caress yours in a reassuring manner, a habit of his the general of the luofu couldn’t abandon even in death. “perhaps we are going… to talk again”.

you inclined your head, there was nothing else you could do.

his deep voice, the white cascade of his long hair, those golden eyes that held many memories, the strategies he followed while playing chess, his comforting laugh, every characteristic of his — you would have never forgotten any of them.

“i feel… so light…” he muttered as he closed his eyes, inhaling air for the last time.

an uncontrollable sob broke out from your throat as you bended over and hugged his cold body close to your chest, your forehead was against his.

pain had been a part of jing yuan’s life since he was a child and it ushered him also to his demise, as a loyal intimate who had never left his side.

you held back your tears when a question made its way into your head: would he have found solace now that everything was over? you shivered and hoped he could finally rest, but your heart wouldn’t have been the same ever again.

the peace you had found within his presence had mercilessly been broken and nothing could have ever repaired it.

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meaningofaeons · 9 months

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aaah ops! I'M SORRY! I'm sending a second ask since I didn't saw you don't write for him, please then, discard my previous ask, I'm going to ask for one you write for! (Still sorry!)

can I go to the cafe with Thoma to see a Orange bengal cat, and order cider?

Thank you in advance~

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ puppy-dog eyes

⊹ character(s) - thoma ⊹ word count - 553 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, pet names used (dear, etc.), possibly ooc thoma

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret

hi omg please don't worry about it !!! you're totally fine, and I appreciate you noticing and letting me know w a different request ^^ I'm so happy you sent me a thoma req he is one of my favs I love him <333!! I hope you enjoy your "cat cafe date" with him!

We all know Thoma is just about the greenest flag a man could possibly be.

Devoted, sweet, and a really good cook. He's got all of that and more.

On top of that, he's loving, excessively so.

And he trusts you above all else.

I can't see Thoma as getting seriously jealous in any capacity

The man would sooner be worried that you were freaked out by someone flirting w/ you than be upset that someone didn't know you were his, and he was yours

On that note, if he does see someone being pushy, he's super polite in confronting them.

"Excuse me, they have a partner!"

Totally presents himself as yours rather than presenting you as his when doing this.

"I'm sorry. I know they're quite wonderful, but unfortunately, I belong wholly to them, and they don't have room for a second ^^"

Now, however, let's say it's someone you both know...

Thoma isn't more or less upset. Rather, confused.

Becomes like a sad puppy, almost, because he doesn't know what to do.

It's your friend! Don't they know you're together?

He can't exactly insert himself to subtly tell them off...

Thoma feels silly for worrying over such a simple thing.

It's a non-issue, really. You and Shikanoin have always been friends, so there's no reason to be afraid.

Even if he did have feelings for you, well... you'd reject him kindly. And considering the type of person Shikanoin is (at least, from what Thoma can assume, he's not all that close with the detective) you would remain friends anyhow.

But...

"Thoma? What's the matter?"

You patted your lover's arm gently, watching him jolt just the slightest bit at the contact, staring at you with wide green eyes.

"O-Oh, nothing! I'm sorry, I was lost in thought."

You eyed him a bit. He seemed... off.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit down."

"Um..." Right. If he was feeling bad, you're one of the only people in the world he would trust with his emotions, so he could easily tell you what's wrong. "Well... Shikanoin, right?"

You followed your boyfriend's gaze to where the detective was mingling with some other Inazumans, politely chatting with them about some such.

"Yes, that's him. Is there something wrong?"

"Well... Um... Does he not know that we're together?"

You shook your head. "I don't think so. He's not super interested."

"Um, but, he seemed..." Thoma trailed off, his face heating up. He felt more and more ridiculous the more he blabbered on, like some envious, possessive... jerk! "He seemed like... um..."

"Dear... are you jealous?"

At that point, the man turned cherry red, steam practically floating above his head.

"N-No! That's— He was just, um, asking you a lot, and he was really close, and..."

"He was asking if I knew anything about a case he was investigating. He has a tendency to do that," you chuckled. "Besides..."

You pecked Thoma gently on the cheek, wondering if he could get any more crimson than he already was at the contact.

"You're the one I love. So don't sweat it, okay?"

All the man could do was cover his face in embarrassment, his head falling upon your shoulder as he whined.

You only laughed, patting his head gently.

He really was just like a puppy sometimes.

#thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gi x reader #thoma #genshin #genshin impact #katze's cat baret #katze's cat cafe #katze's 500 follower special #🎭 masked fools

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riddler-elinoir · 2 months

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Penacony Encounter!

🪷💸🎇

Somehow, Elinoir managed to sneak into Penacony, managing to secure a room while the Charmony Festival is undergoing preparations.

Though, she informs the Family that she wasn't there to represent the Riddlers for the Festival, considering she never got an invitation and describes her stay in Penacony as a short vecay.

Upon discovering that she needs to be on the Dreampool to go to Penacony's most known treasures, she was delighted to see such an odd way of reaching the dreamland, fascinated.

Roaming around the Golden Hour, the Riddler goes around, looking at the interesting sights to see. That's until she found a familiar figure at the corner of her eyes.

With a smirk, she sneaks up to the stranger and..

"BAH!" Elinoir lightly smacks the back of the stranger, causing him to yelp. The tall male turns around, meeting a grinning Riddler.

"Eli! Don't do that!" Sampo huffs. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." The lady giggles, twirling around as her long white dress spins in motion. "Isn't Penacony amazing? Man, I feel so relaxed."

Sampo agrees. "Were you invited to the festival?" The indigo-haired man asks. "Ah, I just came here for a vecay. They did welcome me to celebrate the festival with them." She informs. "But I am curious who got the invitations."

"If I recall correctly, the Garden of Recolection, the Masked Fools.. Who else? Uh, there's the Astral Express." He informs, causing her to beam up. "The Nameless too? This is such a fancy festival, eh." She grins. "I'll visit them later on, check on what they're doing."

"Bad news, the IPC was also invited.." Sampo mumbles, causing Elinoir to be quiet. After a few moments, she spoke up. "The IPC? The Interastral Peace Cooperation that follows the Amber Lord, the-" "Yes, yes, them." The male cuts her off before she could tell more. "What's more, the representative is here in Penacony.."

"Seriously, why are they invited?" The Riddler asks, annoyed. "I'm telling you this because I know you don't like them." The Fool said. "Don't want you bumping into them and creating more hassle while the Charmony Festival is ongoing."

Elinoir nods, before turning into her normal demeanor. "Thanks for telling me buddy." She says, placing a hand on Sampo's shoulder. "See ya' around!" She smiles, walking away, distracting her thoughts while waving her hand. "Say hi to Giovanni for me, will ya'?"

As the Riddler roams around, looking at the shops and enjoying herself, someone bumps into her.

"Oh, sorry." She apologizes. "No worries." The young lady said. Upon looking who bumped into her, it was a petite young woman who had black hair that was tied into two high pigtails, fluorescent pink eyes with a butterfly detail under her pupils.

She white-haired lady smiles. "I'm glad that's the case." The young girl smiles back too. "I'm still sorry about that. Please take care miss Masked Fool." The Riddler walks away.

The smile from Sparkle's lips dropped slightly. "How did she know I was a Fool?"

#🪷 elinoir's interactions #💸 sampo koski #🎇 sparkle #🎭 masked fools

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