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this is so cuteeeeeee AAAAGH I NEED TO DROP KICK HIM

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 [𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: *sighs* I should be studying but here we are. This is meant to be a little self-indulgent piece bc everything I hear about the current quest is nothing short of soul-crushing. unlike shaoji, I'm not lying when I say that this as a light-hearted story so please enjoy (；∀；) p.s. dividers by @bbyg4rlhelps

taglist: @naenaex0xx, @silvermah, @chokifandom, @digitalspool, @winteryreads. Anyone who wants to be added, just let me know :D

synopsis — you didn't think you were treated any differently by phainon. But as you were preparing to leave amphoreus, you were told that apparently the fancy souvenirs he gave you might indicate something else entirely. (TL;DR an AU where everything gets magically resolved and you go home) word count — 1.9k

“Hey, guys. I'm recording our… um, last hours here in Amphoreus before we board the Express again." Caelus adjusts the phone in his hand, brows scrunched up in concentration, before he continues, "we've said our goodbyes to everyone, but honestly, I don't think the waterworks were necessary. It's not like we'd never stop by again.”

He begins to walk.

“Dan Heng's getting our luggage ready for when the crew comes down here to pick us up. Here, this is our… stuff,” he angles the camera to capture a pile of bags stacked in an orderly fashion, “we went here with little baggage and came home with a lot. The citizens gave us more than we anticipated, but then again, I guess that shouldn't be all too surprising for us considering what we did. And honestly? I'm not complaining. I'm not one to turn down free stuff. But, um… just letting you in on this. One of us here… got more than the rest.”

The camera whips towards you, shifting the focus to your face adorned in a faint pink hue.

“So… [name], mind telling us what gifts you got from a certain Chrysos Heir?”

Your shoulders raise in alarm and a near imperceptible trace of embarrassment. “H-Hey… don't make a fuss. It's not like you and Dan Heng weren't given anything by him.”

A snicker is heard from behind the camera. “That's because we didn't. At least, nothing as significant as yours. I definitely don't remember receiving anything of personal value.”

You turn your body away as you rub your neck.

“C'mon! Tell the Crew what you got! Yo, guys, one of us got special treatment!”

The camera goes dark, echoing rustles and some muffled voices.

“Okay, okay… give us the tea, [name]. Tell us what you got.” The camera lens zones in on Caelus as he nudges your side. “What did the Phainon of Aedes Elysiae get you?”

Despite his question, he aims decisively at the camera at the long golden plate covered in breathable cloth used mainly for edible goods during transport.

“Um… Phainon got me fish from his hometown. A thoughtful souvenir, in my opinion.”

Caelus draws his face closer to the camera as if to whisper something to the viewers. “Souvenir, my ass. It's a courting gift.” He removes himself from view and opts to put all the focus on you. “[name], I know you're not telling us the full story. Come on! Stop being so secretive! Tell us more!”

You rolled your eyes. “You're so nosy. Are you sure this isn't just you being jealous?”

“Damn right I'm jealous. You got this much delicious food that could last you an entire week!”

“The other Chrysos Heirs gave you something too! Stop acting like you weren't given anything!”

“Stop deflecting!” The camera shows Caelus’ hand pointing at you in an accusatory manner. “Now, hurry up and spill! Tell us more about this gift.”

It's obvious to Caelus by the indignant frown on your face that you prefer to be anywhere else than here, bothered non-stop by his persistent probing. A beat passes in charged silence, and Caelus is ready to bolt if you decide to retaliate physically. Until finally, you give in with a huff.

“Okay, okay… Phainon brought me to his hometown the other day and told me all about the place. He gave me a brief tour around the village, showed me where he lived and even where his parents work—”

“Oh~ introducing you to your future in-laws. How sly of him.”

“Don't interrupt me!” You shoot a weak glare at the smirking Nameless behind the camera. “A-And afterwards, he brought me to the lake where he talked about the fish there. Said it was the best in Amphoreus.”

“So, he caught a big one for you?”

“You should've seen him. He immediately jumped into the water before I could even say anything.” You burst into a fit of laughter, blissfully unaware of Caelus' intrigued look at the subtext of what his hasty actions implied. “When he got out, he brought the fish home and we waited for his clothes to dry on a hill. And then, when we got back, he told me I could walk around for a bit while he cooked the fish. And… yeah! That's about it.”

You're greeted by an awkward pause, and the camera is whipped around to capture Caelus’ comically bewildered expression.

“Yo… [name], he's courting you.”

“What? Seriously? Caelus, don't joke around—”

“N-N-No, I'm being serious. I don't think he was just being a hospitable tour guide.”

A breeze flies between the two of you; the silence remains unbroken. The serious way he relays that information makes your stomach churn with something fluttery yet uncomfortable.

“Oh…” You glanced down, fidgeting.

“What else did he give you?” Caelus walks closer to the smaller heaps of items placed adjacent to the cooked fish.

“Just some antique stuff.” You kneel down and carefully lift another object swathed in fine fabric. Once the wrapping comes undone, Caelus switches to his front camera to record his slack jaw.

“[name]...” He starts slowly, the teasing glint completely gone from his face. “This looks expensive.”

“Phainon didn't say where it's from specifically. Just that it's a treasured possession he managed to bargain from one of the stores in Marmoreal Market.”

“From Theodoros?”

The camera switches perspective and locks in on you.

“[name]... I want you to hold my hand while I say this.” You take his outstretched hand in spite of your bemusement. “I've helped him detect fake treasures before, and he imparted quite a lot of things about the items he encountered in his years of doing treasure appraisal. This—" He emphasizes his point by carrying the dolium and nearly shoving it in your face. "—is an extremely rare artifact. A highly sought out piece of earthenware.”

You both stare at each other like a pair of birds whose gaze reflects absolutely zero thoughts behind them.

“Oh my gosh… didn't Phainon mention that he doesn't get lucky often? His purchases turns out unlucky more often than not.” You slap a hand over your mouth as the gradual revelation pieces itself together. “You don't think he… gave me one of the rare good ones from his collection, do you?”

“I was about to call him a simp, but I think he deserves more than that title.” Caelus steals a glance at the camera, his voice dropped to a hushed murmur. “He's probably way past that point.”

“Do you think this garment is also of high quality?”

Your distraught comment prompts him to arch a brow.

“He gave you clothes… on top of the fish and dolium?”

When you respond with a wordless nod, he has to smother the crackle of jealousy that burns inside him. Seeing you receive all these luxurious gifts makes him feel as though he is witnessing a friend win the lottery.

By the time he's done stirring in envy, his jaw nearly crashes to the floor at the sight of the garment in your hands.

“[name], what the hell!? That's one of the expensive ones in Aglaea’s catalogue.”

“What!?” You both pull a face in sync.

“The ones for sale are limited in stock! And by that, I mean there's less than a hundred of them. How did he get this!?”

“Oh, man! Now I feel bad! But I can't return these! That'll hurt his feelings!”

You fold the piece of attire with utmost care and calculation, setting it back inside the finely crafted box tailored to match the garment and offer it protection without sacrificing an ounce of the aesthetic value.

"Don't tell me he gave you more!"

Caelus is all but having a meltdown right now. Sure, the two of you plus Dan Heng had been more than just heroes of Amphoreus. You all put your life on the line for a planet that you've set foot on for less than a quarter of your lifetime, and helped avert any and all forms of catastrophe from coming to fruition. He shouldn't be surprised if the gratitude of the people here in Amphoreus were conveyed through plentiful gifts and endless praise, but something tells him that the way Phainon is gifting you all these things conceal something more than just gratitude and a sense of camaraderie.

He would know, after all neither he nor Dan Heng received anything as excessive or as personal as you.

“He's bleeding himself dry for you!”

“Don't say that!” You lightly slap his shoulder. “M-Maybe… it was something that Aglaea gave him. I mean, they're pretty much family to each other, I'm assuming. Is it so surprising that the revered Deliverer got something expensive and intricately handcrafted by the Goldweaver herself?”

Caelus picks up on the nervousness that lies beneath your forced optimism. “You're not buying your own lie.”

“Please! I can't bear the thought of him draining his bank account for me!” You're so deep in your own distress that you fail to catch Caelus’ longing stare at the collection of high value souvenirs you got.

“I wish someone would splurge this much on me…”

Before you can reprimand him for his words, you both sense a familiar presence approaching. In an almost comically synced fashion, you both swerve your heads to the sight of the aforementioned guy walking up with his signature charming smile.

“Hey, you two! Is everything alright over there?”

“Phainon!”

Caelus raises a questioning brow at Phainon’s smile seemingly widening as he draws closer to you instead. His camera is still recording everything, and he's nothing if not nosy and bothersome with no intentions of letting this opportunity slip by.

He subtly aims the camera at you both, zooming in on Phainon's face enough to capture the minuscule twitches and crinkles every time you respond to him.

“Do you two need help carrying these?” Phainon gestures at piled up luggage.

“We should be fine. I don't want to trouble you anymore than we alrea—”

“Hey, what's with the reluctance?” He inclines his head towards you ever so slightly, mindful of the space between you while also indulging in his desire for a speck of proximity. “I'm more than happy to help.”

“I know I've probably said this a lot of times, but thank you.” You don't think it's physically possible, but Phainon's face grows radiant. “Truly. For the gifts. Especially the gifts. You've been an amazing host and companion to us."

“I'm glad it's to your liking. I want to make sure that you leave Amphoreus with nothing but the absolute best piece of it.” He flashes you his trademark grin, the one he shares with children and elders, the one he sports when he greets the vendors in Marmoreal Market. Maybe it's a trick of the light, but even his regular smile feels more blinding than usual.

It almost takes your mind off the fact that this man is burning through his own life savings just to buy you parting gifts.

Somewhere not too far away, Caelus stands unmoving, positioning his camera at you and Phainon like a paparazzi whose rent is due.

“Look at them, guys.” He makes gagging noises. “Can you believe they're that dense? Aeons, you can just see his tail wagging non-stop. How does one resemble an excited puppy so much?”

From within the screen of his phone, your silhouette huddles close to Phainon's. One would argue that it's actually the opposite. But seeing him outstretch his hand towards like you like a freezing man would towards a fire, seeking comfort yet afraid of touching; and the way he seizes your hand with nimble force whenever you so much as touch one of your carry-on as if to prevent you from doing a task he deems is reserved solely for him, Caelus has a not-so-arbitrary inkling that Phainon would probably spend even more on you if he could.

He decides to end the recording when he sees something sticking out of the warrior's pocket.

He ends up keeping the camera rolling, zooming, zeroing in on the object when the man himself extricates it from his pants and presents it to you.

The image in his screen sharpens from its previously blurry state.

A bracelet—brown strings, white beads with a few blue ones. Something glints at the center. By the time Caelus recognizes the sun shape, he's jamming his thumb at the ‘stop’ button with a frustrated yell.

“Oh, c'mon! Yeah, right! ‘Not courting’, my ass!”

#phainon suffering less

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staticthread · 25 days ago

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Me when Phainon gets to suffer SLIGHTLY less

where he thinks his name is a curse but is reminded that not everything comes in black and white, and that he deserves a good ending too <3

spoilers for the 3.4 trailblaze quest, reader is from this story and isn't the usual phainon! reader, they're there just haunting the narrative

"If you could write a story, who would you name your hero?"

Phainon still hadn't gotten used to the odd things that came out of the Trailblazer's mouth. He supposed that the path that they were on favours their every curious mind. Who was he to judge when he also is known to say strange things.

Still, it gave him a little bit of comfort to see you and Dan Heng sigh at their antics.

"Come on! You can't tell me that you haven't thought of it!" The Trailblazer pouted and crossed their arms. "Everything in Amphoreus is so storybook-y. You're just straight up lying if you say no."

"Why don't you start, since you want to know so badly?" you ask with a smile and a raised eyebrow. Phainon couldn't tell if you were actually curious to what their answer will be or if you were just trying to aggravate them.

"Duh, myself obviously," they smirked, overconfidence dripping from their voice. They stood up with their hands on their hips and proudly declared that they were the best hero this universe has ever seen.

Phainon saw the regret on your face once the Trailblazer started listing out all of their achievements and boasting about the planets that they have saved. Your regret turned into pride though with the Trailblazer. The way an older sister would be proud of their little siblings.

(He had an awful habit of comparing himself to others. Standing next to these Nameless heroes made him feel inadequate with what he has done. Here they were, saving whole worlds like it was a casual day, while in the millions of cycles he's endured, all he could do is to continue on until he finds a way to end it all.)

(What if I ended myself and left this mission to the Nameless? he thought bitterly.)

"No, I will not be entertaining that question." Dan Heng's voice pulled him out of his self-destructive cycle. It was endearing to see the way the Nameless interacted with each other, a misfit band of outcasts who found family with each other. It was something out of the romantic stories that Cyrene would read to him when he was younger.

"Boo you whore, you're no fun." The Trailblazer turned to Phainon, and asked him the same question.

"To be honest, I'd keep the hero nameless," he started, pausing to give himself time to think. "A true hero should only do what is right, not out of praise but because it's the right thing to do. And if one day, the hero decides to end their journey, they should be able to fade into history, content with the life that they gave up for others."

That was all Phainon wanted to do. He gave up multiple lifetimes just to fail in every iteration. Why should he continue to march forward when everyone else gets their happy ending? Familiar rage consumed his mind, like an old love consuming his heart.

When will it be your turn, Deliverer?

"Aside from the fact that you accidentally insulted the Trailblazer," you said, not letting the quiet protests stop you, "you've spoken like a true Nameless, Phainon."

In his head, he knew you and his Starlight were different people. In his heart, he couldn't help but use your words as a balm for his anger.

"And you? Who would you name as your hero?" Phainon questioned, half knowing what your answer might be.

You didn't even take time to think before you blurted out your answer.

"Kaslana," you said with no hesitation. "I'd give them the name Kaslana."

Phainon's heart started to beat erratically. Did you know what that name meant to him? The pain and anguish that's associated with that accursed name? Khaslana was no hero, just a monster who had taken on the darkness to fulfill his goals. A shell of a man, more heartless then even the cruelest creations of the Destruction.

"Isn't that the fake name you used at the Grand Hotel?" Dan Heng asked.

"It would also have been my name if I..." your voice cracked before it trailed off. You fiddled with the ring on your finger, and Phainon could feel your sadness in his heart. But that didn't stop you from continuing.

"Where I'm from, Kaslana is a family name for some of the bravest people I have ever met. They were all so willing to lay down their lives for the betterment of humanity." You look to the sky, your gaze resting beyond Aquila's firmament. "It was never easy, for they had to shoulder so much pain, but they found ways to continue."

"I want a hero like that. One that always continues despite destiny telling you that it's hopeless."

Your words struck an arrow in his heart.

There was nothing but agony in his past. There will be nothing but agony in his future. Many times he had wished for this world to swallow him whole and leave this journey to someone more capable. He had long accepted that there would be no one there to save him. Yet when you and your companions landed, he dared to hope. That even a rotten creature like him was able to leave this hell of someone else's creation.

You stared at him, with recognition and sympathy in your eyes.

Hold on, Khaslana. It is hard to keep hoping but you must continue on. You have done this many worlds before, and you will keep doing this. But that doesn't mean you will be doomed to your fate.

To bear the name Khaslana is to look fate in the eyes, and demand a new future for yourself and humanity. So don't shrink beneath its gaze when the time comes, hero of this world.

Or maybe it was wishful thinking, his mind making up the words his heart yearns to hear.

guys his name is literally khaslana you know damn well i had to write something about it hehehehe

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staticthread · 25 days ago

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Hangman

Phainon left that day throwing you a blinding smile as he said, 'see you tomorrow!' A day later he did come back but you're sure that this Phainon isn't your Phainon.

pairing: phainon x reader (gn.)

tags & warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of blood and implied murder

masterlist 𝄂 ao3

The first thing you noticed was his missing smile.

Phainon never not smiled. No matter the circumstance, no matter what he felt, Phainon always smiled. If you couldn't see it on his face, then you'd see it in his eyes.

That smile.

That shining smile.

It was a constant, a piece of Kephale's dawn within your Deliverer.

You hated seeing it on his face.

Yet it chills you to see it gone.

You don't bring it up during your reunion, nor do you do so in the following days.

Because he has the flame-chase in mind, you'd attempt to justify. You won't bring it up for his sake. The burden of the flame-chase is heavy, and you don't need to make it heavier.

You blame your suspicions in the heat of the moment, never bring it up, even if your mind screams Wrong! Wrong! WRONG!

Affection came easily to him. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, he'd always be the one to initiate. It made it look like Phainon loved you more than you love him.

You, yourself, wondered if that's the case.

It's only in the weeks following his trip into the abyss that you realise it wasn't.

He's more withdrawn, quiet. Conversations are shorter, less mundane. He'd talk to you when he needed something, and you would do the same.

This should be a none issue. The solution is right infront of you. Talk. Talk his ears off. Talk until you start a conversation. Talk until you fill the silence. Just. Talk.

You don't do any of that.

Talking had never been your strong suit.

Instead, you double your affection. You give him more kisses, hug him a little harder goodbye, squeeze his hand when you hold it.

None of it works.

He remains cold, like his heart had frozen over. He tries to fake it, forcing a smile here and there, awkwardly returning your embrace. It's obvious, though. Phainon's a terrible liar.

Thankfully, he still is.

You try to push your doubts away, find a reason to justify why. It doesn't work.

Your suspicions only increase.

It boils over one night, when you wrapped your arms around him, seeking his warmth.

He doesn't pull you closer, no.

He grabs your arms and tosses you off the bed.

You don't even realise what he has done until you see him watching. Your dazed mind screams danger, but you stay, because despite what just happened, you still trusted Phainon.

"I'm sorry," is all he says, before picking you up and returning you to your side. He goes back to sleep, back turned to you and never asks if you are alright.

The next morning, you kiss him as usual and go about your day.

You never bring it up, but now you suspect that Phainon isn't Phainon.

You get your confirmation when he returns home covered in blood. Golden blood.

"Do you still believe in Era Nova?" he asks.

"I do."

He lets out a shaky breath, ichor-stained hands held out in front of him.

You reach out for them, intertwining your fingers with his. You try your best to ignore the shimmering gold, to not think of who he killed.

"I know, you'll bring it."

He tenses.

You force yourself to look up, to look him in the eye, "And I know you're not him."

And despite your disgust, you kiss him because the alternative is accepting that your Phainon is gone.

#phainon x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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staticthread · 27 days ago

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funfact on the reader's state: she's not wearing her clothes properly and hasn't taken a bath since she got isekai'd!

Welcome to Amphoreus!

pairing: phainon x reader (fem.)

tags: isekai & transmigration, attempt at humor, additional tags tba

author's note: cleaner lore is lowkey so insane to me. i said to myself this was gonna be lighthearted no plot but whoops!

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Elpis.

EL-PIS.

That was your name.

Answer when someone calls it out.

Marmoreal Market is bigger than it is in-game. There are more people, more stalls, and the same goes for the streets. The game version felt like one of those architecture models compared to the real (?) thing; the details are there, but the real version had way more.

At least, the flying amphora and breakables weren’t a thing. You’re pretty sure you’d try to break those on instinct.

Irene: Hey, where are you?

Chartonus’ shop

Irene: ?!!

You send a thumbs-up in response.

Well, it’s not like you knew any place in Okhema other than Marmoreal Palace—which you’re not sure how to get to. Chartonus’ shop was the only landmark you had managed to navigate so far, and even then, it took you thirty minutes to find it.

Sadly, Aglea’s version of the internet didn’t come with Google Maps.

But at least you aren’t illiterate in Okheman.

Wait, is it called Okheman?

Anyways. That made navigating the streets easier.

You’re not sure if that came with being isekai’d in general or being isekai’d through transmigration. Like whatever skills the real Elpis had, you’d also have situation.

You’re not sure that’s the case, though.

The real Elpis seemed to be a functional human being, which you d efinitely aren’t.

The first thing you did when you woke up in Amphoreous was go back to bedrotting. The initial freak-out quickly subsided when you realised you were an NPC, an unimportant one at that!

Biggest mistake of your (new) life, by the way.

It turns out that being transmigrated as an NPC meant you had to do things other than be crowd filler.

You see, Elpis has a job , a job that you’ve been ignoring for three days now. What’s her job? You don’t know. You hope she isn’t a warrior or something because NOPE! Not doing that.

Still, it must be important if Irene is worried.

Or Elpis was just a functional human being social life.

Worried…

It felt weird to associate an emotion like that with an NPC. Even if everything around you felt alive, there’s still that assurance that none of this is real. You’re in a video game and even then Amphoreous isn’t—

Yeah, no, let’s not think about that.

You didn’t feel like spiralling right now. Spiralling wouldn’t be good. You’re getting enough weird stares as it is.

“There you are!” A woman in a lilac dress comes up to you, and you assume that this is Irene. She’s pretty, you note, but then again, everyone here seems to be attractive. Elpis herself is good-looking, but Irene had the elegant kind of face card.

Is being ugly not a thing in this world?

“H-hi Irene…” Her face changes instantly from happy to concerned (?), and before you knew it, she was dragging you by the arm to an alleyway.

Oops! Guess that’s not how Elpis talked!

“Something’s wrong with you.” She points out, her entire demeanor changing to something sharper, something dangerous.

“I…I haven’t been feeling well.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. It’s not like you had any other excuse.

Irene clicks her tongue. “In what way?”

Why do I have a feeling I’m totally screwed!

“Um…I’ve been getting headaches–” because I haven’t been eating, “–- feeling more exhausted than usual,”-- because I haven’t been eating– “and,” you open and close your palm, trying your best to look disturbed—it’s really easy in this situation, “I…I feel like I’ve forgotten a lot of things.”

Irene stills.

You wish you could freeze time and look at a camera. What were you up to, Elpis?!

“It seems there was an issue with the transference.”

“Transferance?”

She gives you a pitying look and takes your hands in hers, “Yes, the essence transferance. Do you remember?”

“No.”

“A shame.” Can you atleast tell me what it is?!?! PLEASE?!!?!

“But,” Irene gives you a twisted but proud smile, “Still, I must give you my congratulations.”

…

Huh?

“Congratulations on becoming an official member of the Cleaner Order, Elpis. Do your successor proud as the seventy-seventh generation. ”

…

Huh?!!1!1/?!?!?!!

#𝅝 another star rail isekai

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staticthread · 28 days ago

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Welcome to Amphoreus!

pairing: phainon x reader (fem.)

tags: isekai & transmigration, attempt at humor, additional tags tba

author's note: cleaner lore is lowkey so insane to me. i said to myself this was gonna be lighthearted no plot but whoops!

masterlist

Elpis.

EL-PIS.

That was your name.

Answer when someone calls it out.

At least, the flying amphora and breakables weren’t a thing. You’re pretty sure you’d try to break those on instinct.

Irene: Hey, where are you?

Chartonus’ shop

Irene: ?!!

You send a thumbs-up in response.

Sadly, Aglea’s version of the internet didn’t come with Google Maps.

But at least you aren’t illiterate in Okheman.

Wait, is it called Okheman?

Anyways. That made navigating the streets easier.

You’re not sure if that came with being isekai’d in general or being isekai’d through transmigration. Like whatever skills the real Elpis had, you’d also have situation.

You’re not sure that’s the case, though.

The real Elpis seemed to be a functional human being, which you d efinitely aren’t.

The first thing you did when you woke up in Amphoreous was go back to bedrotting. The initial freak-out quickly subsided when you realised you were an NPC, an unimportant one at that!

Biggest mistake of your (new) life, by the way.

It turns out that being transmigrated as an NPC meant you had to do things other than be crowd filler.

You see, Elpis has a job , a job that you’ve been ignoring for three days now. What’s her job? You don’t know. You hope she isn’t a warrior or something because NOPE! Not doing that.

Still, it must be important if Irene is worried.

Or Elpis was just a functional human being social life.

Worried…

Yeah, no, let’s not think about that.

You didn’t feel like spiralling right now. Spiralling wouldn’t be good. You’re getting enough weird stares as it is.

Is being ugly not a thing in this world?

“H-hi Irene…” Her face changes instantly from happy to concerned (?), and before you knew it, she was dragging you by the arm to an alleyway.

Oops! Guess that’s not how Elpis talked!

“Something’s wrong with you.” She points out, her entire demeanor changing to something sharper, something dangerous.

“I…I haven’t been feeling well.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. It’s not like you had any other excuse.

Irene clicks her tongue. “In what way?”

Why do I have a feeling I’m totally screwed!

Irene stills.

You wish you could freeze time and look at a camera. What were you up to, Elpis?!

“It seems there was an issue with the transference.”

“Transferance?”

She gives you a pitying look and takes your hands in hers, “Yes, the essence transferance. Do you remember?”

“No.”

“A shame.” Can you atleast tell me what it is?!?! PLEASE?!!?!

“But,” Irene gives you a twisted but proud smile, “Still, I must give you my congratulations.”

…

Huh?

“Congratulations on becoming an official member of the Cleaner Order, Elpis. Do your successor proud as the seventy-seventh generation. ”

…

Huh?!!1!1/?!?!?!!

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #phainon x reader #𝅝 another star rail isekai

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