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Requests are open! Info about requests is here ˖⋆࿐໋

Characters

Blade:

'Silent confessions'

Sunday:

'A sinner like me'

'You fell first but...'

please, do not rewrite/copy/repost/translate my work without me knowing, you can always ask first, thanks

[holy-amelie]

Hello, can I request Blade fluff? He need more love from us :')

'Silent confessions' (Blade)

...Blade isn't used to show his affection openly ˎˊ˗

·.༄࿔ characters: Blade, you, mentions of other Stellaron Hunters

·.༄࿔ pairing: Blade x g/n!reader

·.༄࿔ cw: no tw, fluff and comfort, non-native english author, kinda soft and tired Blade

·.༄࿔ a/n: thank you for your request! And yes, Blade needs more love ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ He was my first main in HSR. I hope it doesn't look too abstract.

To people around him, Blade may seem like a cold, cruel and inaccessible person.

But not to you.

In those moments when his mind is enveloped by mara, he loses himself and becomes a ruthless weapon, but most of the time he is just an exhausted man carrying the heavy burden of his own immortality.

There is still Yingxing, buried in the darkest corner of his mind.

Blade does not openly show affection and sympathy, nor any of his other feelings. But beneath the layer of fatigue and the mask of cold indifference, there is still a beating heart that longs for something more than just death.

Blade doesn't usually say much.

In fact, he's been the butt of countless harmless jokes from other Hunters, which he either ignores or takes in stride (though you swear you've seen a glimmer of something resembling a smile on his face a few times). So don't expect any love odes from him, he's a man of action.

While it's hard to get him to publicly show affection in public, in private Blade becomes a different person. The main thing is, Kafka or Silver Wolf shouldn't find out about it, or he won't be able to live with it.

He likes to feel your warmth in his arms. You are fragile in his eyes, vulnerable, your hands not drenched in the blood of a thousand other people's lives. He always touches you gently, carefully, afraid to break you with his calloused hands.

And if you're as gentle in return, he'll melt.

He shows love in a special way by pressing his forehead against yours and enjoying the tranquility. Such a simple act, but it means so much to him. It is his silent vow of love.

Just hold him, let him hear your heartbeat, let him rest. For Blade, it's more important than any other type of intimacy.

"Stay," he whispers every time you want to leave. "Just a little longer."

please, do not rewrite/copy/repost/translate my work without me knowing, you can always ask first, thanks

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'You fell first but...' (Sunday)

...he fell harder ˎˊ˗

·.༄࿔ characters: Sunday, you

·.༄࿔ pairing: Sunday x g/n!AE!reader

·.༄࿔ cw: no tw, fluff and hurt/comfort, non-native english author, written before 2.7, but contains spoilers/leaks, be careful! Can be ooc but this is how I see him at the moment. You are from the Astral Express here.

·.༄࿔ a/n: still need to remember how to write things properly qwq

You fell first, that's for sure.

It's even funny how quickly this young and charming Halovian found his way into your heart. It only took a polite smile at the first meeting to ignite this new, funny feeling deep inside your chest.

It seems there was a real reason people on Penacony spoke of him as the most eligible bachelor in this part of the universe.

Soft, calm, as if glowing from within. No wonder you were the one who got closest to him during the investigation. There was something special about Sunday that only attracted you more, beckoned you like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the fact that you wanted to destroy his perfect shell, or the fact that you already saw through him.

All his little nervous habits, his quiet and a bit awkward chuckles, the way he pressed his lips together when he was unhappy with something, just to hide it all behind the facade of an all-forgiving and all-understanding host. And the way his eyes were sparkling when he was passionately talking about something important.

You saw glimpses of Sunday, not the head of the clan.

Of course, it's foolish to fall in love at first sight with someone you've just met and barely know. But you can't help your heart. Especially when his image doesn't leave your head for a minute and fills all your thoughts.

And, yes, it was even more foolish to expect him to suddenly fall in love with you in return. As the head of the clan, Sunday was always busy with more important things (even more important than it might seem at first glance). So all you had to do was quietly carry the burden of these irrational feelings inside you.

Did it get easier when Sunday revealed all his plans? No. Some things you did not agree with, some things you could understand yourself. Was it easier when he lost? Once again, no.

You seemed to be the only person from the Express willing to run after him no matter what. And you would have if Robin hadn't beaten you to it.

But... he fell harder.

For Sunday, life ended after he lost and lost everything: his position, his home, his sister.

Life is a rather ironic thing, so when he suddenly found himself on the Express, broken and lost, it felt like a cruel mockery. The people who were against him suddenly gave him a place he could consider his new home. Even if temporarily.

Among the entire crew, you remained the only person who didn't look at him with suspicion or even a kind of apprehension. Not at all. It was you and your unexpected concern for his well-being that helped him rise from the very bottom of existence.

Sunday was emotionally naked before you. He was choking back tears and begging for forgiveness, even though you had long since forgiven him. The once strong and reserved leader suddenly showed his true self - mentally tired, exhausted, so desperate for warmth.

That's when he finally realized that he craved your attention more and more. Sunday was willing to be alone with you for the rest of his life if it meant that all of his problems would finally fade into the background. He continued to live not only for the fulfillment of his and his sister's dreams, but also for you.

Aons, Sunday was willing to give up everything as long as your gentle presence continued to take away all his pain, to fill his hear with love and warmth, giving him new purpose.

No wonder your innocent and shy love finally started something new in the end.

Including his new life.

please, do not rewrite/copy/repost/translate my work without me knowing, you can always ask first, thanks

[holy-amelie]

-ˏˋ⋆ Requests are open! ⋆ˊˎ-

Hello!

Name's Amelie, welcome to my humble blog!

I've been thinking about creating this blog for a while, and also my requests for 'Honkai: Star Rail' are open!

My masterlist is here.

Remember I'm not a native english speaker and I write only when I have free time.

-ˏˋ⋆ Rules ⋆ˊˎ-

.ᐟ I DO write:

fluff, angst or any other SFW content

NSFW but not completely explicit

HSR chars (especially Sunday) x g/n or fem reader

headcanons, one shots, imagines (some kind of short scenarios?)

.ᐟ I DON'T write:

yandere x reader, not my cup of tea

canon x OC

really long series (at least for now), don't have enough time

.ᐟ REMEMBER to:

be kind

be patient

specify characters you want to see

stay amazing

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'A sinner like me' (Sunday)

...where Sunday still couldn't believe he deserves to be loved ˎˊ˗

ᯓᡣ𐭩 characters: Sunday, you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 pairing: Sunday x g/n!AE!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 cw: pretty suggestive under the cut, self-desfructive Sunday(?), non-native english author, written before 2.7, but contains spoilers/leaks, be careful! Can be ooc but this is how I see him at the moment. You are from the Astral Express here.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 a/n: returning back to writing after so long... and with my favorite halovian boy.

Every time you find yourselves alone together, in the quiet comfort of your private room, Sunday can't believe he's awake. He, the tainted sinner, the monster, the one who almost paid with his own head for what he did at Penacony… In the loving embrace of someone as pure and holy as you.

Why?

Sunday is ready to drown in you, to perish in your radiant love, only if his last breath redeems all the mistakes he has made. It is a pure blessing to be with you. Even if he deserves only punishment.

Each time he is so afraid of staining you, of leaving his dark mark on your soul and body forever. But this temptation to give in, to surrender, to feel something more than coldness and fear…

And there he is again. Night after night.

Sunday echoes your name in a fervent whisper, like the most sacred word in the universe. So that no one else can hear.

You, only you.

It drives him mad every time. How fast his broken heart beats again, how light he feels when you trace his jaw with your fingers, your lips.

"I don't deserve you," he whispers, barely touching your bare skin, as if afraid to cause pain. "A sinner like me doesn't deserve your love."

But he wants to be sinful, he wants to bask in your holy radiance. Even if it means being punished again for his guilty desire to be with you.

please, do not rewrite/copy/repost/translate my work without me knowing, you can always ask first, thanks