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startears0153 · 5 months

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☾ Seeing you cry in your sleep

How they react to finding you crying silently in your sleep.

☾ Characters: Argenti, Blade, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio

☾ Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, GN Reader, StellaronHunter!Reader in Blade's, Ratio (affectionately) calling you fool in his part

Might write a 2nd part with Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt and Luocha (and maybe Sampo) in the future :)

Argenti

Upon entering your shared cottage, Argenti finds you sleeping on the chair by the window. They must’ve fallen asleep while admiring the scenery of the falling snow outside, Argenti thought with a fond smile.

For a moment, Argenti found himself unable to move, for his emerald colored eyes were transfixed upon the serene beauty of the scene before him. The falling snow, the white winter wonderland serving as the perfect backdrop to accentuate the beauty of your resting figure.

Still, he realized it probably wouldn’t do well if you were to fall sick from the cold. So, he quietly made his way through the room and draped a blanket over your figure.

That was when he noticed the presence of tears on the corners of your eyes.

For a while, Argenti thought his eyes were deceiving him. It wasn’t until he saw a lone tear fall from your eye that he was finally hit by the fact that you were, indeed, crying in your sleep.

His heart ached upon the sight and he instinctively reached to cup your cheek; his thumb gently caressing the corner of your eye, wiping away the stream of tears that began to fall like tender snow.

After some deliberation on how to proceed, Argenti would kneel before your sleeping figure before carefully stirring you awake with a gentle squeeze to your hand and softly calling out your name.

“Good morning my dear,” He would greet you with a tender smile, though you could easily sense the twinge of sadness and melancholia lingering in his voice. “I apologize if this may sound unpleasant to you but … you were crying in your sleep. Is … Is everything alright?”

He would fret over you, but he would try to keep it to a minimum lest he were to accidentally do more harm than good. He was obviously worried about what ailed you, but again, what mattered most to him was your comfort.

Regardless of whether you choose to speak of the reason for your tears, Argenti would remain by your side, kneeling before you as he held your hand in his.

If he could, he would do anything in his power to vanquish the reason behind your tears. He never wants you to shed tears, neither in sleep or wake, ever again.

Blade

It was almost time for the opening act of Elio’s Script. Blade comes to searches for you in the meeting spot, and finds you asleep above one of the many wooden crates of the abandoned factory.

How carefree, Blade thought with a scoff. Even so, Blade’s heart blossoms with warmth, that very same warmth that is born from his affection and adoration for you and all your silly antics.

If he could, he would let you rest for longer and perhaps even join you in your restful slumber, resting your head on his shoulder. But alas, the Script takes priority and it was almost time to begin.

So he reaches to shake your shoulder … but then froze upon the sight of tears falling from your eyes.

Blade has never been one for tears. In a different life, perhaps, he would have been. But tears have no meaning for Blade. Crying does not provide one with salvation, no matter how much one cries, what was lost could never return.

And yet, the sight of your tears shook him to his core.

Blade didn’t know what to do. What could he do anyway? Reach for your face and wipe away your tears with his thumb? Lean towards you and kiss the corners of your eyes, all in hopes for your tears to stop cascading from your eyes? How ridiculous. As though that would solve any of your problems.

So, he does what he is supposed to. Grab your shoulder and gently shake you awake.

“Wake up. It’s almost time to begin.” He says brusquely, already turning around for his back to face you. “Wipe your tears. Don’t let the enemy see even a single hint of weakness.”

You would be shocked upon realizing you were crying in your sleep and hurriedly wiped away the remains of your tears. Not soon after, you join him by the ledge of the building, watching over the city with puffy eyes. Blade would steal a glance at you and then he would say,

“Do not be hasty. I am with you.”

You didn’t need to try hard to know that he wasn’t just talking about the battle ahead.

Dan Heng

The hour was late when Den Heng jolted awake from his sleep. He dreamt of a vague memory of his past incarnation and saw a nightmare where his friends were swept away by the waves; of you disappearing in the dark sea of clouds.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, Dan Heng takes a moment to recompose himself before shifting to rest on his side, thus meeting the familiar sight of your back. They’re here, Dan Heng thought to himself, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. It’s all just a dream.

Not wanting to wake you, Dan Heng simply stares at your back. The steadiness of your breathing, a reminder that you are alive. Gingerly, Dan Heng reaches to subtly trace soothing lines on your back. Truth be told, it was probably more soothing for him than you.

Then suddenly, there was a slight change in the pattern of your breathing. More feeble and erratic. Concerned that he might have woken you up, Dan Heng pushed himself up to check on your condition …

… Only to find you crying in your sleep.

Upon the sight of your tears, falling so steadily onto the fabric of your already damp pillow, Dan Heng’s breath hitches. He shakes your shoulders, calling your name again and again until your eyes open and meet his pairs of jaded blue.

“You’re crying.” He said bluntly, his brows furrowed as a tell-tale sign of his bleeding concern for you. “What? No, I’m fine. Yes, I woke up because of a nightmare but I’m more concerned for you.”

The two of you would both end up sitting on the bed, both fretting over each other’s condition. You asked Dan Heng about his nightmare and he would reply that it was the usual. He asked you about your tears, and you replied you didn’t even know you were crying until Dan Heng pointed it out.

In the end, the both of you would end up embracing each other tightly, providing both comfort and strength to one another. You both wind up laying on the bed in each other’s arms.

Dan Heng would stay awake for a while after you’ve fallen asleep, gazing at your resting figure in hopes that he would never have to see you cry in your sleep once more.

Dr. Ratio

After a long day full of shameful displays of stupidity from the people around him, Dr. Veritas Ratio was done for the day and is free to visit his beloved. I cannot wait to see them, Ratio thought as he made large strides towards your office. It has been far too long since I’ve had an intellectually stimulating conversation!

He thinks of all the topics he could talk with you, ranging from the most mundane things such as how each other’s days went and the more complex like the discourse regarding a recent hot theory.

Imagine his disappointment when he enters your office and finds you dead asleep on your desk.

Frowning, Ratio rationalizes that you were probably just as exhausted as he was and that there were plenty of chances for conversation when the two of you have rested up. Still. He was disappointed.

He walked towards your desk and took a moment to observe your resting figure. You were sleeping above your paper reports. Now that’s a lark. But then, he noticed something else.

Your papers were soaked, all from the tears that were still cascading from your eyes.

Upon the sight of your tears, Ratio’s heart seemingly ceased to beat. There was shock, confusion, concern and all these strong emotions that meld with one another. In a rare moment of panic, Ratio shook you awake, forcing you away from your stained papers.

“You fool, just what do you think you’re doing?!” He shouts, worry bleeding through his tone. “Don’t ‘What the hell, Veritas’ me! You’re the one crying on your reports and making them unreadable!”

You would be confused until you realize that you were crying in your sleep. You touched the lingering wetness on your cheeks and laughed feebly. It was probably the pent up stress, you offered weakly, annoying Ratio once more.

You expect a lecture, but unexpectedly, Ratio places hand behind your head, brings you to rest against his broad shoulder.

“You are a fool for ruining those reports. If you must cry … cry on my shoulder instead.”

It was a silly attempt at cheering you up, but you appreciated it all the same.

Hehe this was a super fun prompt to write! Might write a second part with Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt and Luocha when I feel the inspiration hitting me 👀

Also still semi-working on banners ... sigh, lets hope I find a good theme soon enough.

Thank you for reading 💖

#honkai: star rail #hsr x reader #argenti x reader #blade x reader #dan heng x reader #dr. ratio x reader #ratio x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #hsr imagines #hsr headcanons #StarTearsWrites

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 7 months

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the general of the luofu has a habit you've picked up on. a habit in which when he finds himself in a place of predicament, he will gracefully place his hands atop each other at the small of his back. that is why you also decided to develop a similar habit of standing just slightly behind him.

never when you had first relocated from a separate xianzhou alliance ship to the luofu's exalting sanctum did you imagine you'd be standing within the seat of divine foresight on a near regular basis. of course, the notion was not unheard of since it is the office of general jing yuan, but then again you hadn't expected yourself to eventually be working so close to him either.

working nearly in step with jing yuan was not in your relocation papers. when you first arrived and he was always on your heels, it nearly made you lose your cool more than you'd care to admit. the way he would just smile your lack of alone time off irked you further. you figured he was just doing it because he could, because no one would demand the general to knock it off aside from the master diviner and- more often than not- her nags were brushed aside unless absolutely dire.

but with that same, insufferable smile and persistence of his, jing yuan did what he did best and used it to his advantage until you were absolutely smitten with him, and he knew it.

you had attempted moving your work to central starskiff haven where all the hustle and bustle of the main hub for all things imaginable could take your mind off the dozing general, but it was a useless feat.

the bond between general jing yuan and yourself was something precious yet unnamed. it was seen and noticed, but you both refused to adapt to the way of labels- another thing jing yuan had a habit of. superstition about labels and them ruining everything he holds dear to him was a belief he had yet to be proven wrong.

the labeling and eventual tragic fall out of the high cloud quintet was more than enough proof for him. he would not risk you slipping away from him if he were to try and repeat the mistake. jing yuan was more thankful than you could ever imagine when you told him you understood.

"labeling a relationship with you, general, would surely bring unwanted gossip."

a rather poor excuse to try and ease his mind, since you both would float around each other's orbit, but it still worked nonetheless. thus, the nameless, labelless, and unspoken relationship that everyone aboard the Luofu knew about grew.

"he's like a weed," you had told fu xuan when she was once again pleading with you to try and convince him to do his job behind his desk and not run around avoiding it. once successfully coerced, fu xuan admitted she had no idea how you could withstand his stubbornness. "he's persistent and tough to get rid of. i just kind of let him be after getting too tired of trying to fix my garden."

jing yuan was easily within earshot of the jab, whether you meant to hurt his ego or not, you did bruise it. how could you not when you were calling him a weed just 20 feet away from the very desk he was confined to?

time can be both noticed and unnoticed by long-life species. on one hand, the passing of time seems so endless it just flits by seamlessly. 100, 200 years are nothing short of youth to them. until you reach the gate of older age where you then worry about when the mara will eventually strike.

jing yuan did not speak much of his past to you, and you never found a reason to harp and pry on it. you knew more than enough from texts and scrolls recorded in the halls you were fortunate enough to work in; no need to reopen old wounds he is too stubborn to admit still bleed.

the general who cares for the luofu cannot decide if he fears being stricken with mara himself and slowly losing his sense of identity to the point he cannot recognize you, or you being marked as an enemy for him to strike down because the mara struck you first more. should the former ever come to pass, he has faith that what needs to be done will be and you will stay safe with yanqing.

now, as you stand in the seat of divine foresight with the newly arrived trailblazers from the express also occupying the office with jing yuan, you notice his hands neatly folded behind him.

a slight advantage to the many layers of clothes he puts himself through dressing every day is that his two-tailed half-cape that rested on his shoulders and flowed down to his hips can offer some peripheral coverage.

like clockwork, when you noticed his hands placed in the small of his back, you took half a step closer to his diagonal and placed the pads of your fingers in the middle of his open palm. his fists would never fully curl behind his back, left open and lazily sitting on top of each other.

jing yuan's shoulders would drop just a fraction- hardly noticeable to anyone even if they were looking directly at him- every time you did so. the tips of your fingers were warm, a reminder of the present and also a teether to not let his mind wander too far.

he could feel the callouses on them, the rough skin so accustomed to battle ingrained into the skin of your hands and it brought him such comfort. his eyes gently shut and a smile lifts his lips, not one to mask behind, but one brought about naturally.

and just like always, when he felt your fingertips push lightly into his palm, his hand opened further, fingers pulling apart before he was curling them into yours.

yes, the general of the luofu has a habit you've picked up on. but he has also picked up a new habit of waiting for you to hold his hand when they're behind his back.

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minnaci · 10 months

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contents: established dan heng x gn!reader. reader is a member of the astral express crew, but is not the hsr mc. hurt/comfort, post-1.2 spoilers

a/n: a little bit of a longer one today! thanks to @itoshisoup, @/petrichorium, n @/kitsunefreak for answering my questions abt dh's reincarnation (ask here)! if u see this i hope u know it took everything in me not to call him daniel heng

you and dan heng have never needed words. why say "i love you" when you could just cut him a plate of fruit? why say "i need you" when you could press little, fluttering kisses to his spine, and watch the shiver of goosebumps spread over his skin?

your language has always been one of quiet actions, quiet loves, which is perhaps why he looks so surprised when you take one look and him and say, quite loudly, "what the fuck?"

because the dan heng standing before you isn't the dan heng you could recognize by touch alone. he's.... taller, somehow. broader. he carries himself with an ease that he hadn't before. and most importantly—

"are those horns?"

"yes," he says, with no further explanation.

"dan heng used to be a cool dragon warrior guy in his past life!" march 7th interjects, seemingly oblivious to your increasing upset. "he was super powerful and super important, too!"

you'd known about the whole... reincarnation thing. he'd explained it to you before, but from your understanding, his past lives weren't important. he'd told you that this life with you was the only one that mattered to him. so why hadn't he told you...?

"that's quite enough, march 7th," himeko takes one glance at your expression and cuts in as march 7th begins rambling about dan heng's... boyfriends? husbands? from his past lives and how handsome and cool and strong they all were, and how their story was so romantic—

dan heng says nothing.

"well," you say abruptly, forcing a smile, "i'm suddenly feeling a bit tired. i'm going to turn in. dan heng, you can sleep outside tonight."

you stand up and swiftly make your way to the passenger car. behind you, you hear march 7th ask, "did i say something wrong?"

you let it all fade into silence as you step into the archive room— you and dan heng's room. at least, it would be silence, if it wasn't for the faint footsteps behind you.

"you're upset with me." dan heng crosses the room to you in a few long strides. gently, carefully, he pulls you into his arms. you let him. despite all of the visual changes, he still smells the same. it's more comforting than you thought it would be. you take a few deep breaths, letting his familiar scent calm you down.

"i'm not angry," you say, voice a bit muffled as you bury your face in his chest.

"you're not," he agrees. "but you are upset."

silence falls upon you. you curl further into dan heng's embrace, and he welcomes you easily, drawing wide circles over your back. he's generous with his touch, his affection. it helps you begin to sort through the mess of feelings in your heart.

"you always told me that your past lives weren't important," you say. the words spill from you, a waterfall of hurt and insecurity. "but then you come back from the luofu looking like some— some celestial war dragon, and then i hear about your banishment for high treason and your two beautiful lovers who recognized you across lifetimes, and how it's so romantic because they're probably your soulmates—"

"i know you don't like when i interrupt," dan heng interrupts. "but i... i want to explain before you get more upset, as there are nuances to this situation that i do not think march 7th handled with enough care. you know how she can be when she's excited."

you nod. you do know. you take another deep breath— in through your nose, out slowly through your mouth. "okay, then. explain. please."

"i do not consider myself the same person as the version of me who lived in the past," dan heng says. "i am dan heng. the person that march 7th spoke of was called dan feng. his deeds and his lovers are not mine. i claim no ownership of nor association with them. thus, they are not important to me. dan feng is not important to me. does that make sense?"

"not really," you say. "you're literally him."

"i am not him," dan heng says. "we may share a soul, but i am not him. i do not remember his life, nor do i want to. i have everything i could ever want here and now, as dan heng."

"really?"

"yes," he says. there's a warm brush of lips against the crown of your head. "the astral express crew makes me happy. you make me happy. we may have our troubles, but there's nobody i would rather face them with than you."

warmth flushes through your body, and you hide your face again. it's rare that dan heng voices his emotions so clearly. his candor strips you raw, scraping at the inside of your chest. he's the one being vulnerable, so why are you the one feeling so seen?

"i mean it," dan heng says, taking your silence as disbelief. "i love you. nothing about my past reincarnation's life will change that."

"you're so ridiculous," you sniffle, willing your tears away. "i love you, too."

silence settles around your shoulders once more, comforting like a feather-filled duvet. dan heng rocks you gently— back and forth, back and forth. new clothes and new horns aside, he still smells the same. he speaks the same way. and when you press your ear to his chest, his heart beats the same, steady beat.

"were your— dan feng's— past lovers really that hot?" you break the silence, and dan heng lets out a rare laugh.

"of course you're curious about that," he says, with no small amount of fondness. "here— i'll let you form your own opinions."

he taps on his communicator a few times, pulling up a picture.

"no way," you do a double take, hands flying to your mouth, and you pull back to look at him, wide-eyed. "dan heng. no way."

"yes way," he says, and you can hear the little smug smirk in his voice. he loves you, you know he does, but you can't blame him for the bit of pride that shines through his tone. if you'd managed to pull not one, but two men that magnificent in your past life, your head would get so big that you'd explode.

"and you don't care about them at all?" you have to ask. dan feng was one lucky guy. it's hard not to feel insecure, just a little—

"why would i? they're strangers to me," dan heng blazes through your train of thought, tilting your chin to look you in the eyes. he sobers. something in his voice reaches into the soft, small animal of your heart, holding it steady as it flutters. "besides, i already have the most beautiful person in the universe in my arms."

extra:

"so does this mean i can sleep in the room again?"

"mrgh," you mumble. if your eyelids were any less heavy, you'd open your eyes to shoot him an incredulous look. your limbs are intwined with his like an octopus, and it's bedtime. surely, he's capable of extrapolating. as it is, you mouth sleepily at his collarbone, and hope he understands it as permission.

"okay. just checking. goodnight, dear."

#writemin!#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #hsr hurt/comfort #honkai star rail hurt/comfort #dan heng hurt/comfort #hsr spoilers #(just in case)#+dan heng

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peonysgreenhouse · 2 months

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the ghost of you. (welt yang x reader)

summary: welt finds another version of 'you' among the stars.

tags: welt yang x gn!reader, reader is implied to have been a valkyrie, light spoiler's for hi3rds second eruption, implied march 7th/stelle, sorry for hurting the old man </3

It takes Welt months to rebuild his body.

He had known how the war ended; known that the Void Queen was neutralized and that the Abyss Flower had done much to mitigate the causalities of the war. Welt tells himself that he did all he could, and hopes one day that he can believe it.

Though, he can tell something is amiss. His body and mind may still be getting used to having shape again, but Tesla and Einstein are quieter around him, gentle, even. Even if he could hardly walk they would never treat him like he was fragile; they had been proponents of tough love since he was a child.

Maybe he should contact you and see what was going on... Einstein and Tesla were always more open with you, anyways.

Still relearning his steps, Welt limps out of his room and into the main atrium. Einstein speaks on her comm to Amber, while Tesla types behind her hologram's screen.

"You--?! What are you doing out of the infirmary?" Tesla huffs, quickly wiping her eyes on her sleeves. Einstein turns to face Welt, then hangs up her comm quickly.

"Relax, I'm fine." Despite his words, he finds himself gripping the side of a desk to keep himself upright. "Just wanted to check in with a special someone. It's been too long since I've heard from them, I want to make sure all is well where they are."

Einstein and Tesla share grave looks, Einstein immediately getting up and leaving the room afterwards. Tesla bites her lip, slamming her fist down on the table before grabbing a manila envelope, crossing the room over to Welt with an angry stride.

She hands him the report with watery eyes, apologizes with a gentle touch to his shoulder, then exits the room.

Welt immediately knows something was very wrong. Tesla rarely was emotional without getting angry; if it was something that he did wrong, he'd be sitting in a lecture right now. Besides, she had already scolded him for playing hero. This was something much worse.

His mind works in autopilot, he falls into the empty seat at the desk. Welt pulls the report into his lap, and his heart sinks when he sees it's your Valkyrie profile. His eyes move to the bottom of the page, fighting the panic welling up in his chest.

19xx - Killed in battle against the Herrscher of the Void alongside Cheng Lixue. Body retrieved by Schicksal.

Welt reads the words over and over, as if the repetition would somehow change their meaning. His eyes dart up to see the picture of you in the corner of your file. In the picture you were shining, alive.

You were just 18, then, recently graduated from St. Freya's. He hadn't met you yet, but you had told him many stories about your time there. You even expressed interest in teaching there one day, once you weren't needed on Squad Snow Wolf.

Welt sets the folder on his desk in a neat pile, and buries his face in his hands. He should have been there; should have known you would've done something reckless. He could save billions of people as a Herrscher, but he couldn't save the one person who he loved more than the world.

Welt hopes that in your last moments, you knew how loved you were.

When Tesla comes to check on him later, he's asleep, but she can see that he had been grieving. His face is red, eyes puffy; curled up like he intended to suffer alone. Just like he did as a boy.

-`♡´-

It was meant to be a quick stop at a smaller planet. Somewhere near the Xianzhou Luofu where they could rest after they dealt with the Stellaron crisis. Himeko asserted that all of them deserved a little break.

Himeko ended up choosing a rich planet that traded often with the Luofu; they even had a huge shopping district that March 7th just had to see. March 7th had dragged Stelle and himself along for the trip, and somewhere along the line he had gotten separated from the pair of lovebirds.

Oh well, better to give them some time alone, he thinks.

Welt sighs as he sits down on a bench. The suns shine brightly in the sky as he takes in the sights. Outside the shopping district it was mostly quiet, save for the people training across the courtyard. If he squints hard enough, he can just barely see what they're doing.

He becomes so engrossed watching them spar that he hears it before he sees it. A loud whizzing noise that has him casting his body towards the end of the bench, away from whatever was coming straight at him.

"Apologies." The person calls, jogging on over to the bench. Another inch and the spear would've lodged into his arm. He can feel the cold radiate off of it. He scoots over as far as he can, adjusting his glasses. "I'm so sorry, I didn't think my sparring partner would dodge."

Welt finally looks up at the person who had almost killed him, and the words catch in his throat.

It was you, maybe a little taller, a little older than he remembers, but still you. There is no world, no lifetime in which he wouldn't recognize you.

Welt had thought the ghosts of those he left behind could be ignored. Himeko, Bronya, even the one who looked like Otto... he was fine worrying over them from a distance. He knew that they weren't the same people he knew; their faces might be the same, but their personalities, their destinies were not.

But you... he never expected to see you. On lonely nights he found himself pondering the what-ifs, but he dismissed the possibilities as foolish whims. Even if he did find your counterpart, it still wouldn't be the same person he knew as a best friend, as his only love.

"Joachim?" You say, and he flusters. It had been so long since he heard your voice say his name; his heart races at the mere word.

"How did you...?" He starts, clearing his throat. "How did you know my name?"

Your eyes widen in shock, hand covering your mouth. "Sorry, I didn't... You just look like someone I know. Knew."

Welt wants to press you more, he wants to surge forward and pull you close and live in your embrace for an eternity. But instead he grips his cane tighter. He needed to control himself, like he did around every other counterpart of his own world.

"I was going to say the same thing about you." Gentle. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, not daring to breathe, lest it shatter the illusion. You're the first to look away, eyes growing glassy as you force back the tide of emotion building in your chest.

"I need to get back to training." You say simply, tapping your lance against the earth.

And before he can get your name, to see if it's the same as the you he knew, you run off back to your sparring partner.

When you're out of sight, Welt feels it hard to breathe. He shouldn't leave you behind; he should reach out his hand and talk to you. Just for a little while, just to satiate that nagging feeling taking root in his chest.

And yet he can't bring himself to follow. The world around him feels hazy, his whole body aching with longing. He walks around the grounds aimlessly until the suns set in the sky, telling himself over and over that this wasn't really you. That his incessant curiosity would only get you both hurt.

But when he closes his eyes that night, he can't help but hope that he would see you again.

-`♡´-

Your name is the same.

Though, that should be the last thing on his mind as you pull your lance out of a dead Voidranger; its body disintegrating into the ether.

"Are you guys alright?" You ask, looking only at March 7th and Stelle. Your chest heaves with effort as you sheath your lance into the ground, leaning on it for support. "I didn't think that the Antimatter Legion had a presence here... This is very troubling."

"Yes, I'm fine!" March 7th speaks first, eyes glittering with excitement. "More than fine, actually! The way you and your friend swooped in like that was so cool! Can you teach me how to do that?!"

"You want her to teach you how to... swoop?" Stelle answers, scratching her cheek in confusion.

"Ugh, you know what I mean! Like make that dramatic and dashing entrance!" March clasps her hands together, lost in some fantasy. "You have a lance, Stelle, I'm sure you could be that charming if you tried."

Stelle mumbles something, and Welt steps in before the two can start their playful bickering. Your partner, a girl that looks about Stelle's age, calls your name. Whatever words the two of you exchange next are lost on him; he rolls your name around in his mind until you turn back to March.

"If you're interested in training with us, you could always join in one of our sparring sessions." You fiddle with the sleeve of your uniform. "I'm not sure how long you guys are staying, but if you have time I'd enjoy seeing an outlander's fighting style."

"You'll do it, won't you, Stelle?" March tugs at Stelle's sleeve, and Stelle shrugs at you. "And you too, Mr. Yang!"

Welt finally meets your eyes, and you smile sheepishly, obviously not expecting March to volunteer him for the training too. After you tell her the date and time, March skips off, her hand in Stelle's.

Without the crutch of March 7th, Welt feels himself not knowing what to say to you. You refused to even look at him, and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

He would be okay with the rejection. In some ways, it would be better than you accepting him. It had been twenty years since your death, but Welt was just starting to rid himself of the guilt that came from not being able to protect you.

Time could heal some wounds, others would just bleed and bleed and bleed. Your death was one he knew he would never fully recover from. Seeing another version of you older and alive only made those old wounds ache. Like this is the you he could've been chasing the stars with.

"I'm sorry for them, they're a handful." He says, voice shaky. "Thank you for stepping in, though. I didn't want the girls to have to fight on our vacation."

"It's my job." You say. "It can get pretty rowdy over here, with how close we are to the Luofu. Most people here are merchants though... If we weren't here, they couldn't protect themselves."

"That's very admirable of you." Welt remembers you saying something similar as to why you became a Valkyrie. He adjusts his glasses, hoping you don't see the flush on his cheeks. "Most people wouldn't be brave enough to take up such a calling."

You shrug. "I actually joined on a whim. My family are traders, but I just felt like the universe was telling me to join. Like protecting people was my purpose." When Welt goes silent, you add: "Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you this. You're not..."

"It's okay, I enjoy listening to your voice." Welt steps closer to you, but you step back. "I..." He starts, but can't bring himself to voice his feelings. To tell the you in front of him about the you from his world. "Never mind. I should go. It'll be dark soon. I... hope to see you again."

When you don't answer, he turns to leave.

"Wait." You say, clutching his sleeve. He can feel your nails dig into his arm through the fabric; Welt has to stop himself from shivering. "You're... okay, right? You didn't get hurt?"

Welt swallows, the urgency in your eyes making him feel hot. "Yes, I'm fine. You got here before it could really do much."

You hold eye contact with him, your jaw clenching tight. "I saw you step in front of them when that enemy first appeared. Are you sure it didn't hurt you?"

"...It did hit me, but I'm fine. Just some light bruising."

Your grip on him tightens. "Are you sure? I... don't want you to lie for my sake. There's a clinic nearby, I don't mind taking you there."

Welt's gaze softens. He almost wants to take up the offer to spend more time with you. "Yes, I promise you."

You release his sleeve, walking back over to retrieve your lance. He feels himself missing the contact.

"Okay, good. I just know... my Joachim would lie about that kind of thing to put my mind at ease." You shake your head, expression heavy with grief. "But you're not him. When I look at you, I forget myself. I apologize."

-`♡´-

Himeko crosses her legs, picking up her teacup on the round table in front of her. Welt squirms under her inquisitive gaze.

"You've been acting strange lately." Himeko taps a manicured nail against the glass, inhaling the scent of her 'coffee'. Welt wonders how she can stand it. "I know we both have our secrets, but something is obviously bothering you. I wish you would tell me what it is."

Welt pretends to take a sip of the coffee Himeko made him, making an exaggerated noise to show his approval. Welt had always been a tea person, anyways, and the black sludge Himeko made did not change his mind whatsoever.

"I... am not sure what you mean." He replies, eyes flicking to the floor.

"See? You can't even look at me when you say that." She rolls her eyes. "Darling, if something happened on this planet, I need to know."

Welt sighs, deeply. "Something did happen, but it's nothing you need to worry about."

"Nothing I need to know about, or nothing you want to tell me." Himeko sets her teacup down, focusing all her attention onto Welt. "I want to know if something's bothering you."

"I just... saw someone who looked like someone from my world." He swirls the coffee in his cup absentmindedly.

"Oh? Was it like what happened with Luocha?" She leans forward, red hair falling onto her shoulders. Welt can't help but think her curiosity was just like the Himeko he had once knew. He can't help but smile to himself.

"No, nothing like him." His voice is firm. "It was... someone important to me."

Her eyebrows raise, eyes bright with interest. "Oh? An old friend? ...An old flame?"

Welt takes a sip of the 'coffee'. Maybe if he died here he would be able to dodge her questions. "...Something like the latter."

"What?!" She sits back, cheshire grin on her face. "Mr. Yang, you never told me you had a lover back home!"

Welt's expression falls, and Himeko notices immediately. She quickly apologizes.

"Oh. Did... did something happen to them?" Himeko frowns sympathetically, patting his hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's fine. It was... a very long time ago." He admits. "But even so, seeing them again, even if it isn't them... I want to talk to them more. I miss their voice, I miss seeing them... Talking to them eases some of that ache."

"Then why not talk to them? To them, you're a stranger, right? It couldn't hurt anything."

"But they knew a version of me." Welt sets his coffee down, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "They knew my name instantly."

Himeko is quiet for a minute, turning his words over in her mind.

"You don't have to listen to me, but if I was in your situation... I would want to get to know them." Himeko smiles gently. "Welt, not many people get a second chance with a loved one. You don't have to feel the same way for them that you felt for the version of them that you knew, but the way I see it... It's easy to see that you feel guilty for losing them, maybe talking to them would help lessen that guilt. And if they lost their version of you, I'm sure it would be the same for them. Call it closure for the both of you."

Welt's eyes feel glassy; emotion threatening to choke him. Himeko was right. Denying himself would only leave him with one more ghost. He had enough of those for one lifetime.

"Thank you, I think I will."

-`♡´-

Welt decides to take up March 7th when she asks him to come and spar with you. Stelle decides she would go too, if only to show off for March 7th.

Stelle announces that she'll go first, and it's hard to take his eyes off the two of you. March 7th bounces excitedly on her heels beside him, cheering on Stelle as Stelle readies her lance to fight you.

You roll your shoulder, readying your own lance. Welt sees a determination in your eyes that he hadn't seen in a long while.

You and Stelle trade blows, but it was obvious that you were a much more experienced fighter. Stelle liked to overwhelm her opponents with a show of force, but you were more lithe on your feet. You move quickly, not letting any of Stelle's blows land. The you of his world was an A-rank Valkyrie, but even so you were still green to the title before your passing. Here, you seemed more confident, your moves fluid and graceful, but still powerful.

After a few rounds, Stelle concedes, running a hand through her sweaty hair. She uses her lance to propel herself off of the ground, going over to rest on the sidelines with March. You look relatively unfazed as you catch your breath.

"Mr. Yang, it's your turn!" March yells, pushing him forward. His glasses nearly fall off from the force. Maybe she should be the one fighting you...

"Well?" You say, cocking an eyebrow. You lean against your lance. "You wanna spar?"

"I don't... I mean..." Welt starts. "I didn't think I'd be fighting you."

"Aw, c'mon, Mr. Yang! Don't be scared!" March 7th winks at him. "We'll be cheering you on, right, Stelle?"

Stelle gives a lazy thumbs up, still laying in the grass. Welt sighs, knowing he can't get out of this; not when his two girls were cheering him on. And especially not when you were there, too.

"Well, alright. I suppose I can go a round or two." Welt picks up his cane; his ever reliable Star of Eden. "If you don't mind, that is."

"I'm down. Just don't go easy on me, okay?" You look serious, readying your lance. Welt nods, announcing that he's ready; it's you that makes the first move.

As you rush toward him, he realizes how much faster you were than he was. Were you holding back against Stelle? He just barely manages to dodge, losing his footing as he does so.

You take advantage of that and slam the side of your lance into his ribs, hard. Welt winces, stumbling back, managing to slow you down with the Star's gravitational powers. Stuck and slowed, you launch your lance at him, ice crystals forming underneath its path. He ducks just in time, but you've already managed to close the distance between you two. You were relentless.

You both trade blows for almost an hour after that, but it was obvious that you were wearing Welt out. Exhausted from just watching, March announces your victory, and drags you and Welt along to get victory dinner together.

Welt doesn't miss your smile as March slips her hand into yours.

-`♡´-

The cool night air doesn't bother him when he sits at your side. The indentation where your lance lodged was still in the bench; he can't help but smile.

Dinner was nice, March 7th seemed to pick up on Welt's fondness for you and made sure to have you both sit across from each other. You were a little more open when it wasn't just you and him; you laughed and told stories about your home planet. He enjoyed listening to your voice.

It was him who asked you to join him on a walk. You had seemed hesitant to accept, but did so anyways. He was glad.

"You're a very talented fighter." He says, sincere. "It's been a while since I've been bested like that."

"You were holding back." You shake your head. "I would almost be mad, but it's so like you. Or, the you I knew, I guess."

"I didn't want to hurt you." Welt grabs his ribs subconsciously; he can feel that they're already starting to bruise. "But it seems like I didn't need to hold back."

"...I just wanted to see how strong you were." You lean back, the golden hour glow making you look breathtakingly beautiful. Welt finds himself unable to look away. He wanted to commit this moment to memory before it slipped out of his grasp. "You're definitely stronger than he was. That's good."

Welt feels himself dancing on an invisible line, but he can't live with the regrets. He has to know. "What happened? To your version of me?"

You laugh, bitterly, feet kicking into the dirt. "He was always playing the hero. Rushing into danger so that no one else would have to... It was one of the things I admired about him before I started dating him. And after... it was one of the things we argued about the most."

Welt had heard this song before; you and Tesla would always scold him for acting recklessly. But he had a Herrscher core that he could rely upon, he's guessing your version of him did not.

When he's silent, you continue on. "It was just supposed to be a routine thing, you know. We were investigating a case about some stolen goods... but it turned out to be a trap. The guys expected us to come and... I was just too slow. They shot him before I even had a chance to react."

Welt puts his hand on your shoulder, but you pull away, sniffling. "It wasn't your fault."

"I know, I know. I've been told that a hundred times but... when you watch someone you love bleed out in front of you and you can't do anything... It just feels like it was. Like I should've been more careful or something." You shake your head. "Joachim was... he was supposed to be a teacher, anyways. He joined us because he needed the money. He shouldn't have been there."

Welt adjusts his glasses, thinking of how similar he was to your Joachim. Maybe if he hadn't met Welt Joyce, maybe if he didn't take up the mantle of Herrscher from him, this too would've been his fate.

"He seemed like a good man. I'm so, so sorry." Welt's voice is gentle. He wants to say more, but knows that words can do little to alleviate the pain of loss. All he can do is sit and listen.

You wipe your eyes with a sleeve, trying to even your breathing. Welt's hand lingers in the air, as if wanting to wipe away the tears spilling down your cheeks. "He was. He was the best." You sniffle, shaking your head. "I miss him every day."

"I know how you feel... I lost my version of you, too." He smiles, sympathetically. "It was over twenty years ago but I think about them every single day."

You look up at him, eyes glassy with tears. "What happened to them?"

He hadn't talked about your death since the day he found out. He didn't like to remember you that way; not when you were so vibrant in his memory, so full of life. When he talked about you, he told others his fondest memories of you. So that your memory would transcend time.

You deserved to be remembered.

"There was a... world-ending level threat on my home planet. I had fought as long as I could, but eventually I was too injured to go on. That's when... them and their squad member challenged the enemy to a fight. It was really a distraction so their friend could get away safely... They... were impaled by a lance." Welt leans forward in his lap, rubbing his face with his hands. "I always feel like I could have done more."

You touch his arm, so feather-light he's sure he imagined it. "Hey. If the other version of me volunteered to do that then... I'm sure they knew the possible outcomes." You give him a watery smile. "I don't think they would want you to feel guilty about it. I wouldn't."

Welt has to blink back tears. It was beyond cathartic, hearing that in your voice. "The other version of me wouldn't want you to feel any guilt either. It wasn't your fault, what happened. You deserve to be at peace."

You nod, slowly. He can still sense some hesitancy from you; it seemed your wound was much fresher than his own. Maybe if he kept reminding you then you would one day believe it.

The night grows dark as the two of you sit there, in a peaceful silence. You both think on happier days, and soon your head falls onto his shoulder.

"Maybe... maybe a change of scenery will help." Welt says, the stars above as your only witness. "What would you say about coming on a trip on the Astral Express with me?"

#welt yang x reader #welt yang #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr #honkai impact 3rd #hi3rd x reader #imagine #angst #hurt/comfort #x reader #fic #:^)

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bullieving-in-amour · 3 months

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Everything was warm - warm, warm, warm, surrounding you, not suffocating but embracing.

Embracing, their hands were, where you laid between them, cupped to protect you from all that was, all that were, cupped to love you in reverence, a promise of never-ending safety.

"You would do well to sleep, give in to slumber, Heart of mine."

Nanook's voice was like a caress and a comfortably heavy blanket. You had to agree with them - you knew - right, they were.

"Close your eyes, Love of mine." They murmured, voice ever-present, feeling it deep into your flowing blood.

"Let it all go, Soul of mine..."

You felt the movements of them leveling to you, the warmth of their uneeded breath.

"Rest, as you need, Universe of mine."

You felt their lips against you, soft in a way mortal weren't, too gentle for the difference of size.

Love evident.

"I shall be there, always and forever, until infinity finds an end; keeping you safe, and never letting you forget the truth of my love you oh so deserve."

"Go on. Drift, Sweet Dream of mine."

"It shall all pass - but destroyed, you won't be. Built anew, and adored."

#my writing #honkai: star rail x reader #hsr x reader #nanook x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #cuddles #kisses #non specified dynamic #gender neutral reader

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ksketch731 · 10 months

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I've finally played HSR again and caught up TT

Jing Yuan and Dan Heng's interaction

fdjhasfloheawlofhjkehaflwrh the longing

#jing yuan #dan heng #jingheng #dan feng #imbibitor lunae #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanart #honkai fanart #fanart #the slight touch is killing me #the yearning #i have so many feelings #hurt/no comfort

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screamingcrows · 12 days

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Between appointments - Sunday x Reader

Tags: soft angst, hints at unrequited love, gn reader Notes: This takes place between the meeting with Aventurine and the confrontation with Gallagher. Not a lot happens in this. Should be 2.2 spoiler free Feed this to an AI and I'm feeding you to Acanthaster planci Minors, ageless, blank blogs; you'll be blocked on sight

In your eyes, it was impossible to miss how affected Sunday was by the negotiations with the IPC's representative. His hand had been so tightly clenched behind his back that you'd worried blood would soon stain his pristine gloves. Once it was clear his 'guests' had left for good, you slowly exited the hidden nook you'd been tucked away in for most of their discussion.

"Sir? Can I-" your voice faltered for a moment, seeing him tense as if he'd been snapped out of his thoughts, "can I do anything for you?"

A sigh left the man, back straightening before he turned to meet your gaze, the same smile as always upon his lips. The sight only made your stomach sink further, having watched from the shadows long enough that his impending response was obvious. Consistency was key to maintaining order, and during your year of serving The Family, he had presented himself as nothing less than a perfect leader.

"Your concern warms my heart, but rest assured, there is nothing I need at the present save for locating the individual responsible for these unfortunate circumstances," his voice sounded somewhat strained, yet the smile remained.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you, your gaze drawn towards the blue ribbons adorning his shoulder, one of them having slid down. Without thought, your hands reached out and fixed it, ignoring the feeling of feathers tickling your skin.

"It didn't seem to go particularly well? It's rare that you turn to-"

"My suspicions were confirmed, that is good enough."

It always made your heart clench when he invoked Their presence, knowing it wore at his heart, but from the firmness in his tone, you gathered it had been more than necessary. He nodded his head and your body obliged without much thought, stepping backwards while he whispered a word of thanks, wings folded a little more than usual. No doubt the confrontation had been strenuous.

"Your suspicions?"

You knew asking was treacherous territory, but the words had already seared your tongue in the meager seconds of hesitation.

"While The IPC is undoubtedly seeking to take advantage of this turmoil, nothing in their representative's conduct led me to believe they are the ones responsible. Merely profiting on the tribulations of others as usual."

His hand had already gone behind his back again. Would he start plucking out his feathers as well if this went on long enough? It was no secret that you harbored romantic feelings for the Oak Family head, and lulling yourself into a belief that your presence calmed Sunday had been easy enough.

"But that doesn't mean you're out of ideas, does it?"

Enigmatic as always, he shook his head softly, faint traces of a smile dancing upon his lips, although it didn't reach his eyes. It was hardly unexpected that you were kept in the dark, as a regular member you had no claim to such knowledge. However, that didn't mean being perpetually unable to help with anything meaningful didn't feel like a knife twisting in your heart.

"Sunday, you know I'm here to help you, right?"

"I assure you, I am well aware. I would, however, prefer to keep any unnecessary involvement out of this."

His words might as well have been a thousand pins. He'd begun moving around the table, gloved fingers trailing along the edge of the polished wood. His wings had spread back out as well, a telltale sign that you were speaking to the family head, not the man you yearned to hold.

"Let me at least prepare you a cup of tea, or perhaps a-"

"There is no need to fuss. I have another matter to take care of shortly, and it is something preferably done alone," he'd turned his head just enough to give you a pointed look.

A sigh left your lips, fingers anxiously fidgeting as you went around the grand table, desperate to cross the chasm keeping him away.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have listened in. But for once, I want to know what's going on, you haven't been yourself since Miss Robin…" your voice trailed off, the soft rustling of feathers accompanied by a wave of uneasiness making you hold your tongue for a moment, "If telling me is out of the question, at least let me take care of you, however fleeting time may be."

"Whatever debt you felt was owed to The Family for taking you in, I assure you, They have long since acknowledged your sincerity and hard work. You are free to enjoy this sweet dream," there was that firmness again, how you wished he'd speak frankly when his own desires surely could not align with those words?

"I'm not staying for Them, I'm staying for you."

"I have to once more remind you, whatever it is you think you will find in me is- well, it's not possible. Not even here."

You were close enough to touch Sunday by now, yet his back was still turned towards you. Close enough that the rise of his shoulders with every staccato breath was impossible to ignore. Peering past him, the dark bird sat perched atop a shelf, keen eyes ever watchful as it looked through your body.

"Even so, I can remain by your side," the waver in your voice was minimal, knowing now was not the time to let emotions run loose. You knew that what you wished for was impossible, but clinging to the hope that your presence could make a difference nonetheless was all that mattered. He didn't deserve to be alone.

The way his head lowered and his hand clenched was in stark contrast to his usual conduct. Had you pushed him too far?

"I would hate to see you tethered to the ground because of me. Opportunity is what leads people here, now that you have it, there is little reason to squander it."

"You think I'd be happy running around in the golden hour, drinking SoulGlad and attending galas while you're working yourself to the bone?"

It had come out as more of an accusation than a question, something that immediately made your eyes widen in regret. When he turned towards you, the small smile was still etched upon his features. A hand came to rest on your shoulder, the weight of it enough that you felt unsteady for a moment, held up only by his eyes.

"My heart belongs to Penacony and the shared dream for the future it holds, so long as it thrives, so too will I."

He looked tired this close, and you couldn't help but place a hand atop his, tearing your gaze away to lower your head, unwilling to burden him with your teary expression. If this was what he wanted…

"In that case, I shall wait here for your return… Do you need me to prepare anything?"

He squeezed your shoulder gently before letting his hand fall, and with a shake of his head he walked past you towards the grandiose doors.

"Sunday?" you had to restrain yourself from doing anything hasty, unrest plaguing your mind already at the thought of leaving him to face this alone, "Once the Charmony Festival is over, I'd like to experience more of the dream, preferably not alone."

#sunday x reader #hsr sunday x reader #hsr x reader #sunday x you #hsr sunday x you #x reader #light angst #honkai star rail #heavy angst if you know the full story lmao #hurt no comfort #crow with a pen

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redcallisto · 6 months

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Danstelle week 2023 Day 2 - Nightmares | Stellaron Hunter Stelle

#honkai star rail #hsr #dan heng #stelle #danstelle #from angst to hurt/comfort #i promise tomorrows one is less sad #i only write both prompts to show which was the other option btw #also dh is such a dramatic texter like i studied this mans texts #the constant “...”#i could write a whole damn essay about them btw. just say yes and i will #like actually #i will #tell me to

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derlost · 5 months

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Do you still take requests? If so then can you pls do ftm!bunny!bottom!reader x master? I have a little story in mind where the master takes in reader after seeing them chained up in an alleyway, obviously abused

You're not the only one currently hyperfixating on bunny boys lmao

Heart To Heart ~ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ABOUT: In which you, a lonesome bunny boy cast out by the world, find your place once more.

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, injuries, bruises, mentions of past trauma, hurt/comfort, mentions of sex, mostly fluff, FEM DNI.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello there anon!! I really enjoyed writing your request. You didn’t specify if you wanted any nsfw or anything like that, so I kept it sfw and mostly just fluff and hurt/comfort. I got a little bit carried away, so the story is a tiny bit long. :)

🐇🧸🍰🤍

You lived, quite frankly, a pitiful life. The beginning of your life was wretched, and the circumstances of your birth were rather upsetting- which led to you being placed in the hands of a hybrid shelter. Some found the places to be comforting and homey, others found their existence to be a monstrosity in and of itself. The rich, being wealthy and without a care in the world, would often invest in buying themself an animal hybrid or two to keep them company. Some hybrids enjoyed this life- living pampered at the feet of a rich man or woman, napping day in and day out, being treated to gourmet food for every meal. Others, however, were more apprehensive about this. They were still human- even if only part- so why were their only options at life to obey to someone stronger than them or to suffer?

Cat hybrids were the most popular- They sold the best in shelters. Something about their fluffy ears and tails made them wanted- that, coupled with the training they underwent to make them more ‘appealing’ to an owner. Cat hybrids would learn to purr, mewl, hiss…the lot. They got the biggest cages, and they were treated to warm baths and clean clothing until the day they would be adopted and ensured a life of comfort.

Dog hybrids were also quite desirable- and while they didn’t sell as well as their feline counterparts, they were still deemed adorable by many. They were taught to bark, roll over, and behave on a leash, all traits that the rich would fawn over easily. That, and they were considered less inquisitive than other species- less likely to ask why they were being trained, less likely to try and escape, less reluctant…all they knew was their owner.

Bunny hybrids, like you, were sadly not very sought after. It wasn’t that you were common- quite the opposite, actually- it was just that there was less known about your kind. Your kind was known to be meek and skittish, and, like bunnies, you would often retreat and hide the second something displeased you. Of course, this didn’t go over very well in the market- what purpose was a hybrid pet if they couldn’t obey? This led to an endangerment of hybrids like you- and even mistreatment. It was rare for creatures like you to be adopted- which, of course, led to dozens of bunny hybrids growing depressed, making them less desirable in the eyes of the rich. It hurt you- when you were growing up, you went through the same training that any cat or dog hybrid would- and yet you were unwanted.

That was, however, until a rich man, the ceo of a popular electronic company named ‘Oxtech’ named Sebastian Oxford came along, and decided he wanted you. You remembered that day well- when his rough hands picked your scrawny body up out of the cage, and he cooed words of praise and comfort into your fluffy lop bunny ears. He put you on a pink leash, but you didn’t mind- you were simply happy to have an owner. The entire limousine ride home, he kept you safe in his lap and rubbed your ears, eliciting soft giggles from you. He seemed so very happy at this- at you. So when you arrived at his mansion, you did not expect to see four other hybrids curled up around his house.

The felines, Delta and Lunar, a clear mated couple, only ever glared and hissed at you. The two would often lounge around inside one of the many living rooms, cuddling, or, when your owner wasn’t looking, kissing. It almost seemed like they dared you to tell Sebastian- that they would silently taunt you with the reality that they could easily claw you to bits, should you disappoint them. The puppy, Renson, seemed rather impartial to you, thank the heavens. He spent most of his time outside in solitude, and wasn’t really close to anyone. That said however, Renson did have a bit of a…complex. He’d bark when he wanted something, and would whine and howl if he didn’t get it. A few times, he even chased after you, jaws full of fangs bared, mistaking you for the prey that you were. There was another bunny in the household, Prince. Prince definitely seemed better off than you- and even the sight of him made you feel self conscious. He was a rather cute bunny with fluffy white ears that pointed straight up to the sun, not a hair out of place. He was far more modest than the other house pets- preferring to wear button ups and sweaters to cropped hoodies and tank tops. Prince was quite visibly Sebastian’s favorite- he was always by the human’s side, always eager to please his master. The bunny seemed conflicted by your presence- part of him seemed to want to treat you as family and to curl up beside you on cold nights, but the other half of him appeared to view you as competition.

Sebastian seemed uncaring of the competition going on in his house- in fact, he acted as if he loved all of you equally, something you knew wasn’t true, but decided to ignore. You got your very own room- and while it was small, it was a million times better than your cage at the shelter. The day after you arrived at his mansion, he seemed to want to get a feel for you- taking you to breakfast, bringing you to his morning golf session with his friends, and even keeping you in his lap while he worked for the rest of the day. You were happy - very happy. He said he loved you, and who were you to doubt it? For that day, you were the happiest bunny alive.

It didn’t last long, however. You mistook his kindness to be genuine, when in reality, his underlying motive was clear. He invited you into his bed that night- and you had expected to simply curl up and rest beside your master. So when Sebastian ordered you to bend over, you were lost. You truly believed, up to that moment, that he had your best interest in mind. When you hesitated, he insulted you, and when you flat out refused to let him use your body, he beat you. Your ears went flat against your head, and you sobbed through the entire night, the sting of the paddle against your skin never dulling.

This pattern continued until Sebastian came to the conclusion that you were defective. Perhaps you were simply not trained well enough- or maybe you even had mental issues. No matter how many times he would litter bruises all over your lithe body, you would never submit- you never agreed to let him have what he wanted.

Exactly five days after he first adopted you, he dragged you back out of his mansion. You sobbed and cried as he pulled you out by the same pink collar that you had only days ago adored, writhing as it choked you and blocked your ability to take in air. Sebastian stuffed you into his car and ripped out of the driveway, leaving you trembling in the backseat. After about fifteen minutes or so of driving in silence, his car screeched to a halt, and he stepped out, only to pull you out of the vehicle and slam the door. Insults spewed from his once gentle mouth as he pulled you through the rain, eventually leading you into a dark and dimly lit alley. His once gentle hands were now rough and uninviting, throwing you to the cold concrete as he chained you to the fence. Your pleas and apologies fell on dear ears- and you couldn’t tell if it was the rain or your very own tears that blurred your vision as Sebastian drove off.

The sun had set, then risen, then set once again before anything new happened. You had felt hungry, then nauseous, then hungry again- your stomach felt as if it was eating itself from the inside out. Your ears were flat against your head, and there was no doubt in your mind that in this moment, you looked worthless. The chains made it difficult to sleep- leading to purple bags forming under your once bright eyes. You came to the conclusion that this was it- that you would die here, after living a pathetic and cruel life. To your surprise, however, that was not what ended up happening. In the night, you woke to a human calling out for you. Your eyes fluttered open at their first steps into the alley, and your ears perked up as they called out.

“Hello?” The human called out in a deep and mildly panicked voice. At first, you yourself began to worry- until you settled down with the realization that he might be here to help. As he got closer, your form became clearer- and at the sight of your eyes being open and your chest still rising and falling, he cracked a toothy grin. “You’re- holy shit, you’re alive!” Your nose twitched, and you watched the human with curious and wide eyes. He seemed to pick up on this, and he slowed his pace, putting his hands up. “I-I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’m gonna get you out of here.” You let out a meek whimper as his hands worked at the padlock on the chain, clearly trying to free you. After a good minute of twisting the numbers along, he let out an agitated sigh, and let go. “Here, let’s try something else.” He pulled out a pocketknife, and you froze with fear, only for him to immediately reassure you. “It’s okay, little bunny, I’m just gonna cut this collar off. I’m not gonna hurt you, I swear on my life.”

A soft noise escaped your throat as he touched your neck, holding you tenderly as he sawed the blade through the collar. The second that the fabric finally snapped, you doubled over- with the man there to catch you before you fell. He immediately put the pocketknife away and pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair as you nuzzled into his neck. “Can you speak, princess?” He asked quietly, and after some hesitation, you nodded, a few words of annoyance falling from your parted lips. “I’m not a girl.” He seemed to accept this rather quickly, and murmured out a gentle apology. “Can you…tell me your name?” You opened your mouth, and out croaked ‘M/n.’ “M/n?” the human questioned, and you felt yourself nod. He smiled once more, gently brushing his fingers against your ears. “My name is Grayson. i’m gonna help you now, is that okay?” You let out an exasperated ‘yes’, and went lax in his arms as he picked you up bridal style. Grayson dutifully carried you off to a rather run-down apartment building, carefully setting you down as he slid his keys into the door, unlocking it with haste. Grayson gently hauled you off to a sub-par, rather empty looking bedroom, and before you knew it, you were out cold.

You woke up what felt like a few hours later, your head rid of any pain, and your injuries patched. As you sat up, you looked down- only to see that you had clearly been given a sponge bath, changed into fresh clothes, and bandaged up. You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh and slowly clambered out of bed, your feet quiet as they hit the soft carpet. Slowly, you crept out of the room and peeked out of the door, only to see Grayson facing away from you, tending to the stove. As you crept into the kitchen, he seemed to hear you, and turned around with a smile.

“M/n, I was just gonna wake you up. Did you sleep okay?” You nodded, allowing a soft smile to play on your lips as you take a seat on a barstool at the counter. He poured what appeared to be soup out of a pot and into a bowl, sliding it over to you alongside a napkin and a glass of water. “It’s chicken noodle soup,” Grayson said softly, taking a seat beside you as you hesitantly began to chew on a piece of chicken. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you set your spoon down, and turned to him slowly. “Why did you save me?” You asked quietly, waiting for a response. Grayson sighed and raked a hand through his hair, his eyes snapping to you. “I find the idea of people like you being sold to be pretty dumb.” You quirked a brow. “Dumb? Really?” He nodded, propping his chin up on his hand. “Yes, really. You’re still human, you still feel things. You aren’t the first one i’ve found chained up and alone.” You stiffened at his words, relaxing only as the human gently rested his hand on your back. After a long pause and a few bites, you spoke up again. “My owner did it to me.” Grayson watched you inquisitively, his eyes softening. “He adopted me and made me feel so happy. And then he…he took me to his room and…” Tears began to well up in your eyes, and Grayson hushed you, patting your shoulder. “I understand, M/n. I’m so sorry.” You nodded drearily, indulging yourself in another spoonful of chicken soup. It wasn’t gourmet by any means- but something about it truly felt better than all the meals you had at Sebastian’s place. “I just…I just don’t wanna be alone, you know?” Grayson nodded glumly, looking away as if your words seemed to resonate with him on a more personal level. “I like…I like to help people, but I don’t want to serve someone. I just wish I could find my place…” Grayson sighed once more, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of you as he spoke. “You could stay here. I know it’s not the best place, but…my roommate just moved out, and i’d be more than happy to help you out. I…actually, i’m majoring in hybrid studies and safety at my college. I want to help- and maybe helping you can be the start of that.” You nodded once more with a soft smile, taking another spoonful of the soup. “I haven’t had canned soup before,” you murmur, casting the human a glance. Grayson chuckled nervously, “Is it bad? I’m sorry I can’t afford better, I-” “No,” you cut him off, your eyes softening as your ears perk up. “It’s…this is nice. You’re nice. I appreciate this.”

He looks away, and while you don’t see it, he smiles.

Over the next few weeks, you and Grayson became a whole lot closer. He helped you move into the spare bedroom in his apartment, and even took you to go clothing and grocery shopping. Quite a few times, passersby in public complimented him for having such an adorable bunny boy- and his heart would swell with pride every time as he answered that you are not his pet- you are simply his companion, and he’s so very lucky to have you.

Your bruises and cuts heal, and soon, the yellows and purples fade back into the shades they were before. You start to relax around him- even falling asleep in his arms on the couch. You no longer have to fear that you’ll wake up alone, and you don’t need to worry about where your next meal will come from- Grayson has it all covered. Some nights, when you doze off on the couch, he’ll chuckle to himself, and kiss your forehead before carrying you off to your room and tucking you into bed.

He’s taught you about the world- things the shelter, nor Sebastian, would ever dare to say. Grayson brings you books from his college library, and every day when he gets home, he cuddles up beside you and explains all the concepts to you. He teaches you about history- about the wars that have occurred all over the world- and about science, from how fish can breathe underwater to our solar system. You would help him with dinner, and you two would delight in the food you managed to make together. And suddenly, the memories of the shelter and of Sebastian start to fade- and suddenly, you realize, you have found your home.

🍰🤍Author’s note 2: I hope you guys liked it!! I tried my best to make it not feel rushed but to also not make the story feel super long. Once again, I really enjoy writing requests, so if anyone has any ideas, please make sure to let me know! I also really appreciate feedback, it lets me know that people like my work. Have a lovely day everyone!

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faetima · 4 days

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𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐝. .

. . now he's truly all alone in this world.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au

a/n: part two to dear. my darling !!

sorry it took so long, i have finals soon so ive been busy studying

aventurine stood at the doorway in utter shock.

you lied on the wooden tiled flooring of your apartment, blood smeared across your lips.

your apartment reeked of rotten flowers and, when he looked down, marigolds were splayed everywhere. single flowers, a few petals, clumps of them--they were all covered in splotches of dried burgundy blood.

aventurine snapped back to his senses. you were laying there, completely still, and he was just standing?

he took a sharp inhale and rushed forward. kneeling down by your side, he immediately placed a hand on your neck to feel your pulse. maybe he was just overreacting, right? he always seemed to do that when it came to you. maybe you were laying there completely unresponsive, but you couldn't be dead or anything! maybe you just fell asleep or fainted or-

he felt no pulse.

your skin was frigid, cold to the very touch. your lips and fingertips were blue, body and face bruised. splotches of black and blue covered you, and your glassy eyes looked forward, never blinking.

aventurine felt his heart drop.

you were dead.

he sobbed and sobbed for hours next to your body, hugging it tight. why was he so fucking stupid? if he had just talked to you or paid more attention or hadn't agreed to break up and had said he wanted to talk things through first maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be lying here dead, surrounded by the pungent scent of rotting marigolds.

aventurine broke out into a coughing fit. gently lowering your body to the ground, he brought one hand up to cover his mouth.

his coughing ceased.

he lowered his hand.

in the middle of his palm laid one bright yellow petal.

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particular-one · 1 year

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as the world caves in.

pairing. dan heng x gn!reader cw. slight mentions of gore and injury (not explicit), implied established relationship between reader and dan heng author's note. whoever let me out of my cage (finals) now has to deal with this emotional rollercoaster being unleashed. enjoy!

"i don't want to die, dan heng."

"whew! that was the last of them." march's voice came from behind him just as he brandished his spear to finish off the last frostspawn in the area. dan heng looked behind him only to see march, but not the one he had been looking for — "where's y/n?" march only gave him a look of surprise. "oh ... we separated halfway. but they should be coming back soon!" dan heng only sighed, but didn't think too much of it. he knew that you were capable, and despite how much he still worried for you, you always reminded him that you were going to be fine. "oh! there they are! over here, y/n!" march was waving at your figure, and dan heng couldn't help the relieved smile that graced his lips. it was only seconds after that he noticed something was very, very wrong. you were walking slower than usual, the confident stride in your walk was nowhere to be seen. you still had that smile, but even that seemed shallow. dan heng was about to inquire what was up with you, when you fell into his arms wordlessly. that was when his blood ran cold, and he felt the warm red liquid that stained the lower part of your top drip down on the ground. "march! get help!"

this wasn't real. this wasn't happening. it had only been hours prior that you had told him the worst space joke had ever heard while simultaneously holding in your laughter. dan heng simply groaned and asked you never to repeat it again, but how he would give everything to hear your stupid joke one more time.

i should have protected you. if dan heng had only kept a closer eye on you and insisted on not separating ways on a seemingly harmless scout mission, you wouldn't be laying motionless in the med bay right now. the consistent beeping noise that came from the monitor beside your bed was the only thing that kept dan heng from spiraling, really.

march, himeko and welt had checked up on you a couple of times now, but dan heng couldn't bring himself to leave your side. he could barely sleep anyways — each time he closed his eyes, all dan heng could remember was the faraway gaze in your eyes before you collapsed in his arms. though you had your eyes closed now, he couldn't forget the petrified look on your face.

he could feel your breathing grow erratic with every passing second, as he held you close in his arms. dan heng was running as fast as he could, evading any of the other fragmentum monsters that were drawn to the noise that he was making with his escape, but he didn't care. march seemed to be shouting at him from behind, but he didn't care. dan heng was so laser focused on getting you away from everything, but it took you calling his name to actually get him to slow down. "h..hey... s-sorry ab-" dan heng shook his head, holding you even tighter. "save your breath. don't.. say sorry." dan heng considered himself to be a brave man, but he couldn't stomach to see you in so much pain. the wound on your lower abdomen looked serious, and that wasn't even accounting all the other injuries you sustained. what had you gotten yourself into? he cursed so many times to himself. it didn't help that medical expertise was out of dan heng's specialty. "i'm scared." that was when dan heng took a good look at you for the first time since he held you all the way back. the panic in your face was palpable, and he could feel his heart drop and shatter in a million pieces every time you uttered the same words. "i don't want to die, dan heng. i don't want to go, i d-don't...-"

"s..s-someone?"

your voice was barely a whisper, but at the sound of it, dan heng's head snapped up to meet your eyes. it was you calling out that always got his attention. dan heng immediately dropped everything he was doing and ran by your side, his brows creased in worry.

"hey. it's okay ... you're safe here. it's me, dan heng." your teammate, your partner, your love. there was so many things that dan heng wanted to say to you, but he bit his tongue from expressing it before he said anything more. at the sound of his name, dan heng could see you visibly relax, but you still didn't seem to be opening your eyes completely. "everything's so... bright. i c-can't see where you are."

it took everything in dan heng not to hold you in his arms right now, so he merely settled by brushing the stray bangs of hair that seemed to be getting in your eyes. "i'm here... i'm right here." he murmured, and there was that soft smile resurfacing again. the smile that made him fall in love with you every time like it was the first. and yet, he couldn't find himself to mirror the same smile you were giving him.

"t..thank.. y-y..ou." the irregular beeping from the monitor suddenly started up again, and dan heng could feel everything in him plunge into a state of panic. no, no, no.

"y/n, no, no. come on, just.. hang on. stay-" the beeping only grew louder and more ear-piercing by the second, and dan heng fought against succumbing. "-stay with me. please." each time he glanced at you, you already seemed to be in your own little world. but you were doing fine, just moments ago! the medical pod should be doing its job right, so what was not working his way?

"...for-." shut up, he did not want to hear it! dan heng was out of the room at once, and for the first time since he boarded the express, he was helplessly calling for someone to do something. he usually kept his emotions locked tight, but everything just flowed out of him in his panic. himeko was just around the corner, when he grabbed her by the arm all of the sudden. " dan heng, what's-"

"it's y/n, please. you have to help them, please, please." dan heng could hardly remember the following moments, himeko and the others were rushing towards the room, dan heng could hardly stand still. it only took pom pom's sullen look as the conductor came out of the room that he could feel the world caving in on him for the last time. that was when dan heng finally broke into tears.

he didn't even get to hear your last words completely.

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

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generalsdiary · 30 days

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what if ratio breaks down and falls apart?

Dr. Ratio (x Aventurine at the end)

warnings: mental breakdown

word count: 1.9k

a/n: lots of ppl seemed to like this idea so here it is, not beta read, ffs come home aventurine

description: Dr. Ratio breaks down (angst), Aventurine mentioned/shows up at one point (fluff dare I say)

his hands shook immensely with the keys in his hand, the heavy doors open and close. he can feel it. he can no longer hold on. being a victim of routine, he manages to push on just a few moments longer, to put away his bag, lock the door, and take off his shoes. few steps through the hallway and it is over. his body trembling as his chest swells up with pain and sadness, so many emotions mixed up in one. filling up in his throat like a peach pit, choking him and making it harder to breathe. he falls to his knees, his breathing heavy, rapid, and irregular. in moments like these, he knows how to take care of himself, how to help himself, how to fix this. but it is too much. he can't. he also... why does everyone get to break down but not him? he can barely breathe in and breathe out, as many thoughts fill his mind.

eyes filling with hot tears except he cannot cry that much, he has always been incapable of actually crying and letting it all out.

like a water dam overflowing and drowning him along with it. the dam filling with water and using it in useful ways until the workers don’t show up, the tools get clogged, old, and broken. the dam overflows. nature always comes back to take its due, to pick up the price, especially human nature.

he isn't enough. he will never be enough. it is a fool's job, what he is trying to achieve. how could he ever spread knowledge everywhere, making it available to everyone? how is that being realistic? hopeful fool, he knows better than to hope. an idiot. a failure. why did he even think he could be capable of doing that? the aeons were right to not recognize him, he isn't worth their attention- he keeps failing. isn't it the definition of insanity to keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome? not enough. never enough. such expectations were put on him and he jumped to fulfill them- and when he didn't achieve the last one- to become a true genius, then he failed. failed the mold he was put in. failed the beliefs of everyone around him and their expectations. they were all wrong; everyone who said he could do something, become someone relevant, someone who matters and makes a significant change. and the things he did, well they were never perfect and always could have been done much better. for fuck's sake he fails his students, just how many get the actual knowledge, and how many give up? he isn't good enough, he should be better, and get the knowledge across in a way everyone would accept and know and learn. why is he not good enough? he keeps trying and it is never enough. not once has the universe said, ‘okay, you have done enough, you can rest now.’

why does he keep trying? and he is alone in all of it. who is there who cares for him- who puts his view of self aside, who can.. please.. who can please view him as a human.. a person.. just... as someone who doesn't need to be extraordinary- can he be loved in such a way, appreciated? who would care for him? when all that is said about him is that he is rude, when he only tells the truth and tries to help, he is told that he is insensitive, egotistical, and he is so far from it. why does everybody hate him? aeons, he hates himself. why was he born, created like this? it would've been so much easier to have been born an idiot, dumb, to work a normal job, and be happy.

he stares at an empty spot as these thoughts overtake him, and then he sobs as the next ones come... he wants to be held, oh so much. to be embraced, to be cared for, thought of in a positive way, for his name to be called with love. no one is enough, he isn't enough.

his thoughts keep spiraling in a whirlpool, almost like he is frozen in space. eyes fixed, hands shaking and the occasional warm tear falling down his cheeks, which are now red and hot.

his skin feels like it is burning, the clothes on him overwhelming him but he cannot move, it hurts, it all hurts. why does it hurt so much? this vicious cycle never ends. how could he stand up again when he is falling apart at the seams? is he worth it at all, the life he lives, if he cannot even help himself? he will never be enough. he wants to shout, to yell in frustration and anger- all swallowed in his throat while he continues to sit.. broken on the floor.

his thoughts become more incoherent, how could he.. why.. help.. not enough.. and so on. curses, hatred directed at himself, sorrow, and pity. his ears deaf at any sound, he is so lost in his mind, it is like he isn't even there.

this isn't the first time, but it was never this hard. he picked himself up before; standing, going automatically around his home to take care of his basic needs. but now he has no hope, no care for it, he cannot move. immobile and lost, so… so deep in this vortex.

the doors open and close. there's a voice, he doesn't even register it, “..tas?... home?”

the person makes a few more steps and sees Veritas, sitting on the ground. Veritas manages to register distant footsteps, rushed- it doesn't matter; he isn't even there. only his body is.

the person sits down in front of Veritas and hands him a glass of water. his eyes are unfocused, he appears still, hands on the floor with a slight tremor, cheeks shiny from the tears and a warm red color. instinctively he accepts the glass and drinks the water. the cool fluid makes him consciously blink and float back to the present moment. he registers the voice of the person in front of him.

“Veritas.. I'm here, good- the water is good for you- I'm here, alright?” his eyes focus on the blond man sitting in front of him. Aventurine's eyes are filled with worry and his hands cup Veritas' face, caressing slowly. his voice is calm, “you will be fine- I got you, okay?” Aventurine nods to himself more than to Ratio. his hand moves to the indigo hair, pulling his fingers through the soft locks in a comforting manner. Veritas' eyes are trained on him, full of pain and heartbreak, yet his face is neutral, so hurt.

“your head got to you again? I keep telling you- don't listen to it- it isn't right it only says mean things which aren't true. do you hear me?” the only thing he gets in response is a slow blink from the taller man. and it is enough.

“it tipped over, it isn't as bad as your head claims- don't listen to it, listen to me, focus on me. I’ve got you, I'm here-“ he pulls Veritas into his chest, cradling him in a way. “-and I'm not going anywhere”

fresh tears soak Aventurine's shirt. it hurts to be cared for, to be seen, and for that person to stay and not leave.. it feels undeserving and it just makes him cry harder. he sobs into Aventurine's shoulder, breaking down fully. his voice comes out high-pitched, breaking, “I... I.. it is so hard-” he sobs harder and tightly embraces Aventurine.

“I'm here, you will be okay, this will pass, I have you, don't- don't struggle against them, focus on me, please?” Aventurine pulls away to raise Veritas' chin and meet his eyes, those sunset eyes filled with tears. and he weakly nods.

“focus on me, my voice, Doc, focus on my voice. and I'm warm- you can feel it yes? my chest is warm and my hands- my scent- you can smell the perfume right? focus on me, ground with me. leave that dreadful place- it never did you any good.” he continues using safe words, repeating them, and when Veritas manages to get a grasp on reality once more; he feels empty, numb and Aventurine takes care of him. Aventurine helps him eat a proper meal, bathes with him where he holds him close against his chest, kissing his temple, and repeating that everything will be okay.

Aventurine holds him tightly in bed and whispers only the softest affirmations. before Veritas falls asleep, Aventurine mumbles kind words with his fingers in his hair.

he stays mostly awake that night, just in case Ratio wakes up in distress or from a nightmare. he doesn't mind it. he cares for him, if needed he'd pick his pieces up every day and help him put himself back together. Veritas is his, and he will always be there for him.

the morning turns out to be a slow one. Veritas would tiredly gaze at Aventurine, the blond man asleep into the late morning, and he wouldn't dare start his day- not yet, not now, not without him. Veritas' thoughts are slow this early in the day, they are quiet. he simply observes the younger man. finding some type of solace in it. he doesn't dare touch him as if the beautiful man was a statue made of glass and might break from a single touch.

when his eyes do open he hums and moves to press his face into Veritas' soft chest.

like it is the first time, Ratio is surprised, frozen for a few moments before he relaxes and embraces Aventurine.

“sleep well?”

he nods.

“I rescheduled my stuff, and I hope you will yours too-“, Veritas interrupts him, “..I did.” his voice quiet, monotone.

“today.. today will be easier, okay?” he raises his head, looking up. “I will be with you as long as you need and then some. please be kind to yourself. you need it” he whispers the last sentence and presses his lips into Ratio's cheek.

“I'll try... thank you.. for.. yesterday, dear gambler”

Aventurine nods, “I love you,” he says, easily, as if he didn't have to think those words through before he said them but it conveyed everything he wanted them to say. that he would be there for him, that he'd take care of him, that he would be his.

slight shock is obvious in Veritas’ eyes, that he would be loved gives him a stutter in his response. he feels so vulnerable, bare and naked in front of him. his emotions nude especially after being seen in the state he was in yesterday and despite that... or perhaps specifically because of it... Aventurine said that. with fear, felt on both sides, but also assurance that this is right, that it is a fact he softly says, “I... I love you too.”

beat. both staring into the other's eyes. Veritas cups his cheek. thumb drawing small circles, voice but a whisper, “please don't ever leave me” in that moment he is baren, vulnerable, his cards are on the table for the gambler to gamble off or hold tightly to his chest and fold.

Aventurine answers quickly with a small nervous smile, “the same goes for you too, Doc”

with all those emotions being so loud and scary, Veritas cannot keep up a coy act and even when he does Aventurine sees right through him.

“I promise” Veritas utters and seals it with a soft kiss.

#honkai star rail #dr ratio #hsr #dr ratio angst #analysis #dr ratio fluff #aventurine #aventurine x dr ratio #veritas ratio #aventio #raturine #ratiorine #comfort #veritas ratio angst #hurt/comfort

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cloud-hymn · 2 months

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how long do you think it took jing yuan to realize that yanqing was actually his son™ and not just some kid he was mentoring?

Honestly as much as I love the “local man adopts orphan child without realizing he is now a dad” trope I don’t think it really works for them. Jing Yuan is shown to be pretty wise and seems to be relatively emotionally intelligent so I just don’t think there’s a situation in which he would take in a child to “teach” without realizing that said child would also need a parental figure. If anything I think it would probably be Yanqing, battling with insecurity and self-doubt, that would have trouble seeing/accepting the fact that Jing Yuan values and cares about him enough to view him as family.

So basically I think their dynamic is less like-

Fu Xuan: So how’s your son?

Jing Yuan: My son?????

And more like-

Yanqing: Oh my god I can’t believe I just called the general dad I’m so embarrassed

Jing Yuan: I literally am your dad calm down

#don’t worry guys there’s still so much room for miscommunication and hurt/comfort between them #I think it would just manifest differently #honkai star rail #hsr #jing yuan #yanqing #jing yuan and yanqing #briar.txt

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rukkiya · 1 year

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losing control

(welt yang x reader)

tw: reader is uncomfortable with physical touch

“Welt and you will be going down for this mission. Please be careful, I advise you to stay close with him at all times y/n. The people you’ll be dealing with are anything but good.”

Himeko’s voice rings in your ears.

The crowd was only getting worse, the city you were at wasn’t like ones you were used to. Sure cities were busy and all but you were getting swept away by the crowd.

“Y/n! Grab me!” Welts voice comes out strained, people pushing you and him further apart.

The look on your face was making him desperate to get out of there. He knows you have a problem with having people too close let alone touching you, you looked utterly scared.

He doesn’t dare try and grab you; he doesn't want to scare you anymore than you already are hence why he’s telling you to grab onto him.

You reach your hand out to reach for his forearm only to feel someone else grab your arm, sweeping you further away from welt.

“Hey let them go!” Welt pushes forward seeing you squirm uncomfortably.

He would grab you, would bring you close to him but he knows just how uncomfortable you are with any sort of physical touch.

He first noticed it when you joined the Astral Express.

He picked up on your facial expressions and body language when you’d squirm away from the slighted touch. When others would accidentally bump into you even sometimes when March would hug you, though you tried your best to not show it, he noticed it.

You felt bad, didn’t want others to think you were uncomfortable around them exactly. It’s just you’ve never experienced it much and before you knew it when it would happen you found yourself wanting to get away from it.

It made you feel vulnerable, it made you scared for so many reasons.

Doesn’t help that the reason why you were in this mess in the first place was because you had already miraculously gotten on the bad guys side and now they were tailing you.

Welt and you were asking around about the city and it’s recent troubles with the gangs that run certain parts. Little did you know someone from one of the notorious gangs just happened to be listening in.

“Excuse me ma’am sorry to bother, I just wanted to ask you about your troubles with the city lately. Do you think you can tell me anything revolving around certain people?” You politely ask the old lady behind the counter who was serving coffee.

“My dear, please don’t speak so loudly of such people, you never know where they are I wouldn’t want you to get in-“

“Looks like todays your lucky day kid! I just so happen to be involved with the people you speak of. Now, what business do you outsiders have with us huh?” an older man clears his throat leaning next to you, making you lean back stepping off the stool you sat on. Welt’s shoulders come into view to block the man from getting any closer.

“We are here to ask questions, nothing more, please step back.” Welt clears his throat, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Wasn’t talking to you four eyes. You two are here to cause trouble clearly, anyone who asks about us has bad intentions your little friend there knows just what they’re asking.” The man laughs, making Welt sigh, talking to people like this was like talking to a wall.

“They mean no harm, please don’t start a ruckus in my diner.” The old woman behind the counter sighs, pushing a cup of coffee your way, a look of worry on her face as she looks over to you.

“Go out the back if anything happens.” She mouths and you nod your head, an uneasy feeling setting in your chest.

“Hey,” the older man clicks his tongue, hand reaching over for you. “I’m talking to you kid, don’t you know how to respect-“

In an instant the man’s hand and head were pinned to the table below you, Welt standing over him pinning him down.

The second the man’s head slammed the table around fifteen other men shot up from their seats, weapons drawing pointing at both Welt and you.

“Y/n, get the older woman and take her somewhere safe in the back, have her take you outside, I’ll be there right now.” Welt whispers, making you immediately shake your head no.

“I can’t leave-“

“Y/n you’ll be fine, I promise I’ll go out there for you right now.” Welt’s voice comes out a bit calmer this time, giving you a small nod.

You slowly nod back, placing both palms onto the counter.

“Now!” Welts voice urges you, making you push yourself up and jump over the counter, grab the old lady’s hand and run to the back.

“He’ll be fine.” You tell yourself over and over.

The noises coming from the dining hall were anything but pleasant making you all the more scared.

“Ma’am I’m sorry about all this. I’m taking you away from the fight so you won’t get hurt but I need you to tell me where the back door is at.” You make your way down the narrow hall with her behind.

“Leave me here around the corner dear, I’ll be fine, this is my dinner after all.” She slows down and you turn back to her.

“The door that leads to the outside is all the way down. Make one right and a left. It should lead you outside but beware of the crowded streets, it will however make it earlier for you both to escape. Now go!” She explains, pointing down the hall.

“I can’t leave you here, what if they-“

“I need to stay, they won’t hurt me, trust me. Besides I need to tell that boyfriend of yours where the back door is too!” She turns, hearing the hallway door open.

You open your mouth to say something but she only gently moves your forward to the back.

You quickly thank her once again and make your way down. The door to the outside soon came into view and your legs full on sprinted only coming to a halt when your arms reached out to push it open. You weren’t leaving without Welt.

However Welt was right behind you, the old woman had told him which back door to head out and managed to lose the guy who was tailing him.

Loud footsteps were heard from the corner of the hall and you held your breath.

“Where’s welt?”

“Is he ok?”

“What if it’s not him?”

“What if he’s hurt?”

Your mind racing with so many questions all at once, only does it stop when you see the familiar head of brown hair and glasses come into your view.

“Over here!” You push the door open and step out, waiting for him to fully exit to shut the door and block it from the outside.

As soon as Welts leg left the door, the man from earlier had turned down the corner and was running straight towards you.

You push the door forward with all your weight but it didn’t close fully, the footsteps were now much closer.

You lean back and throw your body against it to push it more but nothing happened.

Welt leaned over your body leaning over the door and shoved it closed just as the older man was about to burst through it.

“Thank you, are you ok?” You ask out of breath.

“Yes I am, they didn’t get me, don't worry I’m not hurt.” He replies equally as out of breath as you, you step close to examine if he’s actually ok or not but stop when you hear something hit the door.

A loud bang comes from the door you've just closed making you both turn, only to see the hinges fly off.

Welt and you made no comment, the second the bolts flew off the door you knew you had to leave.

Your legs waste no time, running down the dark alley and into the crowd.

That’s how you both found yourself in this predicament.

The old woman wasn’t lying when she said the crowded streets would make them lose you, only they proved to be more than you thought, you were losing sight of Welt as people swept you farther and farther away.

“Y/n!” Welts tone calls out laced with worry, his voice sounds so close yet far from all the muffled voices overlapping

The people passing kept bumping into you making you all the more uneasy, being so close to others wasnt something you were used to. You need to get out, the people around you were making it even harder for Welt to spot you.

“Welt! Welt where are you?!” You pull your arm towards you, away from the random person and push your way through the crowd, seeing Welt reach out his hand again.

You felt as if you were slowly losing control. You couldn’t keep your balance, couldn’t move, you were being pushed, grabbed, shoved it was all too much. It was making your skin crawl, burn in an uncomfortable way.

“Grab me, I'll try getting you out of here, just grab my hand or arm wherever you can!” Welt calls out and you manage to get closer.

“What if they can’t reach me?

“Do I grab them?”

“No, I don't want to make them any more uncomfortable than they already are.” Welt argues with himself as to whether or not he should but youre so close, just mere inches away.

You stretch out your arm again, fingers just brushing against Welts before gunshots are heard.

If the crowd was bad before, now, there was truly no way of getting out now.

“No I can't- don't take them.” Welts eyes widen when you get swept back further, your face falls into one of complete horror and he feels his heart drop.

Frustrated tears were now building up.

You had no choice, you know he was trying to respect you by not grabbing you himself. Everyone on the astral express knows and respects your boundaries, but right now you didnt want to be here.

It was strange, though you dislike physical touch right now having Welt grab you or being closer to him sounded so comforting.

“WELT!” you shout and his eyes widen when he sees you crying.

“Grab me! I can't reach you so grab me! It’s ok if you do! I promise it is, you can grab onto me!” You shout, seeing him lunge forward not a second after you called out to him.

You were trying to stop your legs from moving back, staying still getting shoved, pushed, grabbed onto for leverage, you stood your ground.

Welt was much closer than before, squeezing himself though the crowd getting ready to grab you and make it out of here.

This time was the last he'd let this happen.

He wasn't going to stand this anymore. Seeing you get shoved and pushed when you were already this scared.

Another particularly hard shove makes you stumble and lose your footing, you feel yourself slip before you can steady yourself but you never hit the ground.

Welts hand wraps itself gently around your bicep and pulls you close. His other arm barricades you into him as he tries his best to prevent anyone else from bumping into you.

His taller frame didn’t get swept away as easily as you did so he managed to hold his ground. Though it was still tough to force his way out, after what felt like hours he had managed to make it out of the crowd with you.

The gunshots were still going off, the yelling and screaming making everything, the whole situation way down on you.

If you’d only kept your mouth shut, only listened and took your time this never would’ve happened.

Welts legs didn’t stop moving, he still had a firm hold on your arm as he kept you in front of him as he made his way back to where the astral express could pick you both up.

After what felt like ten minutes of walking, Welt stopped and looked around, finding a small deserted area a good place to stay for a bit.

He makes his way to the small bench by the wall with you near, his hand reaching for his phone but stops when he feels your shaking arm intensify a bit.

He looks down at you and notices just how harsh the crowd was on you. Your sleeves were missing from your shirt from being practically thrown around pulled and pushed.

“Hey, hey y/n are you hurt? Are you ok?” He asks, moving back so you can sit on the bench so he can see if you were bleeding anywhere. Feeling the corners of his mouth tug downward when you look up at him with misty eyes.

“I- I’m ok. I just didn’t think it- it would turn out this way.” You stutter, looking back down at your arms laid on your lap, feeling your lips start to tremble.

“Everyone was just so close, I couldn’t stand it.” You shiver a bit, the cool air and memories were making you squirm. “I couldn't reach you. I’m so- I’m sorry I made this whole mess happen. I didn't mean to worry you.” You suck in a deep breath, you didn’t want to cry over this. It wasn’t their fault you felt that way about touching it being close to others. Everyone, including Welt and you were in a panic.

“You don’t need to apologize to me y/n you did nothing wrong.” You feel his hand gently let your arm go, strangely you didn’t even feel it on you. You had forgotten he grabbed you until he let go.

“It’s understandable why you are shaken up and nothing is wrong with that ok? It’s understandable to be uncomfortable in these situations, especially if you don’t like it in the first place. You did nothing wrong, this was out of both your control and my own.” He assures you, voice much softer than earlier.

“Here, if you’d like you can put this on for now. Your sleeves are missing and it’s cold, I wouldn’t want you getting sick too after this.” He shrugs off his coat, sitting next to you on the bench while putting it over your shoulders, being careful as he did so. You’ve taken too much already today he knows you need time to recuperate.

Your fingers clutch the fabric over you, pulling it closer to your skin. The familiar comforting scent makes you calm down a bit more.

“Thank you for saving me, for grabbing hold of me and for being considerate even in a dire situation like that. You didn’t have to wait for me to give you the ok, you could’ve grabbed onto me before but the fact you did makes me feel safer than I do with anyone else Welt, I appreciate it.” You send him a wobbly smile, letting out a long breath, feeling like you can finally breathe now that you’re both safe.

He can only offer you a soft smile back and a nod of his head in return. The smile you gave him and the genuine appreciation in your tone made him feel warm even though his coat was off. Right now at this moment he couldn't be more relieved that you’re safe to see you smile though he knows it’s affecting you more than you’re letting on.

He feels his phone buzz and sees a message from Himeko.

“How’s everything down there?”

He clicks her contact and dials her number, deciding to call and explain what exactly happened.

“No no, I’m ok, so is y/n they’re right here-“

His voice cuts off when he feels the weight of your head lean over on his shoulder, you fell asleep.

“Is everything ok?” Himeko asks and Welt clears his throat, slowly adjusting his glasses as he does so as to not wake you.

“Yes, everything is fine. They’re sleeping right now. They had a long day, I think it’s best we give them some time off when we get back up.” Welt smiles as Himeko hums in agreement .

“Well of course after all today was hard for them from what you’ve told me. We’ll give them as much time as they need. Now, we’ll be there right now to get you both, sit tight.” Himeko tell’s Welt before handing up.

Welt gently leans back into the bench and looks back down at you leaning on his shoulder. Smiling to himself seeing you look at peace for the first time this whole day.

“Get rest, we’ll be home soon.” He whispers as you subconsciously wrap his coat tighter around your frame.

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authors note: helloo loves!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و I finally wrote for this handsome man AHHHH welt, blade and yuan jing all have my heart in starrail but something about welt makes me- O-o HDHDHDSH GO CRAZY LOL I’ve been wanting to write this so a while now, this is something I personally struggle with as well so I thought I’d be ok to write it out to help idk lol it’s been getting kinda bad lately so it’s just a way to help me somehow if that makes any sense? ended it on a lighter note bc I need to give y’all a break with the angst hehe but I hope you enjoy! please take care and stay safe! ^~^<3 (also this is not proofread ahh so apologies for any errors!!)

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