#caelus x mirror caelus

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🪞 Caelus x Mirror Caelus 🪞 It's Not Narcissim If Your Reflective Self Is Really Good At Flirting

Guinaifen...

Guinaifen Guinaifen Guinaifen... Caelus thought to himself as he was running through Fyxestroll Garden as fast as he could. A livestreamer wandering astray is never an ideal situation. They’re the absolute nosiest, and feel the need to get up close and personal with far too many dangerous situations risking their own lives just for the sake of chat reactions and follows. Worst case scenario, he would find himself too late to save her from becoming possessed by a stray heliobus.

That would most certainly be an amusing sight, however. A livestreamer sharing her body with a spirit, fighting for control of her own will. Imagine her attempting to do run of the mill chores. Or even get through a single level of a video game. That’s the type of content he wanted to see.

Probably something other people would like to see, too. Sounded a lot better than the jumpscares and overexaggerated screaming. Don’t a lot of people already do that, anyways?

Focus, he thought to himself. His main priority was making sure that, wherever she may be, Guinaifen was relatively safe and unharmed, no matter how amusing the idea of her becoming possessed may be.

He thought to check and see if her stream was live, hopefully to lead him on the right path. Perhaps he would luck out and catch her in a rather amusing situation for his own personal enjoyment. But Caelus swore that he was simply checking to see if he could find any leads.

Nothing. To be expected, given the current circumstances, though knowing Guinaifen, she wouldn’t in a million years pass up the opportunity to draw in some more followers.

After aimlessly wandering through the garden for some time, Caelus’s attention was caught by a rather strange looking circular mirror. As any normal person would do, he stopped to take a closer look at it. He saw just what he expected; an exact reflection of himself, mimicking his movements exactly. Caelus would move his head up, and his refection would replicate his movements in the exact same manner. Look down and around, his reflection didn’t skip a beat mimicking his actions.

You know, exactly like how mirrors are supposed to function, a concept that, in theory, should be nothing new for Almighty Galactic Batter Caelus.

Still, Caelus was fascinated by the mirror. Captivated, even. He was making rather good use of his time watching himself push aside his hair like some suave anime protagonist rather than investing these crucial moments into rescuing…who was it again? Nevertheless, surely a few short moments of amusement wouldn’t hurt.

Only this mirror didn’t exactly seem to be…functioning.

The reflection of Caelus winked at him, when he swore on his life that both of his eyes were wide open.

He either had them both open or both closed. Not one at a time. What exactly would he be trying to accomplish by winking in such a way to himself?

Perhaps he should’ve asked his reflection this question, as once more, when it had Caelus’s full attention, it shot him a seductive wink.

This reflection of his seemed to be quite appreciative of Caelus’s own beauty. Or was he simply appreciating himself? Bit of a gray area, he found himself in, but why not have a little bit of fun toying with some mirror that thinks it can do better than Caelus in the flesh?

Caelus pushed his hair aside and shot this eager reflection of his a half-lidded gaze, with the smirk of a man just begging to indulge himself. The reflection wasn’t one to back down from a fight, if you would call this one, and so it beckoned for him to come closer. Caelus, curious with the route that his seductive reflection was going to take with this, obeyed and moved closer. His face was practically against the glass now, and so his reflection seized the opportunity to reach its hand outside of the glass to gently stroke the side of his cheek, as if it was begging for a kiss.

Caelus moved his head away from the glass and wiggled his finger “nuh-uh,” signaling that his reflection was going a bit too fast for his liking.

Note that it being to his liking was a rather important factor in this…curious situation. Caelus was deliberately taking things slow with his reflection, not out of boredom to waste time for whatever reason, but rather, he wanted to savor the moment, as he was quite frankly enjoying this.

This reflection of his has got some serious game, and Caelus was finding himself more and more smitten with the smooth moves that his mirror twin possessed. And, not once did he stop to think as to why his reflection had a mind of its own. Clearly shows what his priorities are, doesn’t it?

For the entire time, the two of them had been completely silent. Their exchanges of love had been purely though gestures and gentle touch. Shouldn’t Caelus finally put his desires into words? In order to clear the air between them, eliminate any possible misunderstandings, and perhaps…finally be together?

The reflection was giving him a very inviting look. Caelus so desperately wanted to plunge into its arms and be treated to the time of his life, but he took a step back.  

“You…” Caelus said, “just who are you exactly, attempting to ensnare me with the promise of your embrace?”

Caelus knew it was no mere “attempt.” As the two of them flirted with each other more and more, he could feel his heart rate increasing and his hands becoming sweaty. Almost as if he was being thrown off of his game due to some…rather distracting thoughts of longing and desire.

The reflection didn’t respond to his inquiry. Rather, it appeared to have laughed a little and give him yet another wink.

Caelus so very badly wanted to skip the slow-burner part and just dive straight in into its arms. But what little rationale that remained in his mind told him otherwise to wait.

And unfortunately, he was taking a step back not to reconsider the scope of his actions, but rather if the reflection would be willing to continue…whatever it was doing.

“A man of few words. Respectable, but I don’t have time to be second guessing myself with only your silent actions to go off of.”

The reflection tilted its head in curiosity.

“What I’m trying to ask you is, are your actions…genuine? Like, you’re not doing this for the sake of toying with me?”

The reflection laughed once again, as if to mock Caelus’s stupidity for his assumption. Of course, its actions were genuine! Would it really be teasing a specimen so irresistibly dashing without the intent to score big?

And Caelus would be silly to refuse such an enthusiastic invitation from an equally attractive individual as well. The gaze from the reflection’s eyes just screamed I want you, no, I need you, and Caelus had no choice but to gladly oblige. The temptation was too strong, and so he put his hand against the glass waiting for a signal from his newfound partner, and it copied his movements and placed its hand where his was.

By now, Caelus had completely forgotten that he was frantically running through Fyxestroll Garden trying to find…something. Regardless of what that something was, he found something far better than what he could possibly ask for. He rested his head against the glass and gently closed his eyes, satisfied that he was on track to tread a new path in his life with the reflection in the mirror. When he opened his eyes to look at it briefly, he saw that his reflection was giving him a rather devious smirk.

At the sight of this, Caelus could hardly contain his excitement. He focused on containing any and all urges he had, not allowing himself to act as rashly as his reflection did, initially. His immense concentration on suppressing his desires would ultimately cost him something far more valuable than his dignity, as the arm of his reflection reached out of the mirror, grabbed Caelus by his arm, and yanked him to the other side.

“You’re all mine now, my dear Caelus,” the heliobus said.

[areislol]

being transported into their world 2

►— pairings. honkai star rail men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. nothing really, proofread 🙅🏻‍♀️, caelus is the trailblazer, romantic but you can see it was platonic if you want to! boothill lore, slight angst sahau (self aware honkai au)

►— synopsis. their beloved creator, the one who created many worlds, including theirs, had yet to return after thousands of years. but lately, they've been experiencing strange things, feeling like a heavenly, divine figure loomed over them. could it possibly be their one and only creator?

►— a/n. so many ideas but so little time to write it all down!!

►— wordcount. 6.2k

The last thing you remember is the image of Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, and Bronya standing before you, the smokey, dark and ominous fog surrounding you.

Next thing you know, you're waking up in the middle of an unfamiliar weight of silk sheets pressing against your skin. Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus on the ornate ceiling above, its intricate patterns swirling in the soft morning light.

This wasn’t your room.

Confusion gripped you as you sat up quickly, only to be greeted by a pounding headache. Wincing, you pressed your hand against your forehead, trying to make sense of the disjointed memories in your mind.

The room around you was lavish, decorated with rich tapestries and elegant furniture. Everything seemed meticulously placed as if the room belonged to royalty.

The air smelled faintly of lavender and something else you couldn’t quite place. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

Just how did you end up here?

Closing your eyes, you tried to recall the events that led to this moment. It all came back in fragments, like pieces of a shattered mirror.

You were standing up, shrouded in a dark, smokey fog. The air had been thick and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. Before you, Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, and Bronya stood with expressions of worry and determination. Their faces flashed in your mind, each one etched with concern.

Were you in a dream?

The fog, the faces—it all seemed so surreal. You opened your eyes again, scanning the room for any clues. The furniture was heavy and ornate.

A grand mirror stood in one corner, reflecting the dishevelled state of your appearance. Your clothes were the same as before but seemed out of place in this opulent setting.

Pushing the covers aside, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool marble floor beneath your feet. The pounding in your head persisted, but you forced yourself to stand, determined to get out of this unknown place.

Each step felt like a struggle, your body weighed down by an invisible force. You approached the window, drawing back the heavy curtains to reveal a breathtaking view of a cityscape blanketed in snow.

Tall, imposing buildings of grand architecture stretched out before you, their intricate designs dusted with white. The streets below were covered in a moderate layer of snow, and the occasional figure bundled in winter attire moved through the frosty landscape.

Your mind raced with possibilities. Had you been transported here by some unknown force? Was this just a particularly long dream? Shaking your head you cleared your mind, yes... it was a dream, it had to be a dream.

Besides suddenly waking up from an unfamiliar room, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched since the moment you awoke. Turning away from the window, you noticed a door on the far side of the room. It was slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of the hallway beyond.

Cautiously, you approached the door, your senses on high alert. Peeking through the crack, you saw a long corridor lined with more doors, each one identical to the next. The silence was eerie, broken only by the faint sound of your breathing.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open wider and stepped into the hallway. You wished that the floor was covered in carpet, it was extremely cold. You had no idea where you were going, but you couldn’t stay in that room any longer.

Turning a corner, you nearly bumped into a figure standing in the shadows. Startled, you took a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. The figure stepped forward, revealing a familiar face.

Grey hair, a pretty face, tall... the Astral Express golden ticket... wait...

“Caelus?” you whispered, barely daring to believe it.

Caelus’s eyes widened as he registered your voice. His surprise quickly turned into awe, and he stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cold, hard floor.

"Your Gracefulness," he murmured, his voice trembling with reverence. "I am honoured to be in your presence."

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by his reaction. It wasn’t the response you expected. To them, you were not just a friend or a fellow traveller; you were the creator, the one who shaped their very existence. The weight of his words made you feel uneasy.

"Uh, please, get up," you urged, feeling a mix of discomfort and compassion. "You don’t have to kneel."

He hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to his feet, his eyes still filled with awe, oh his dear creator, what a kind soul they are! "Forgive me, Your Gracefulness. It’s just... we’ve been searching for you, and to find you here..."

Caelus was sure that he would get a scolding for talking to his Holy Grace for too long, he was sure of it. But he just couldn't stop the words pouring out of his mouth, all the years of yearning to meet you... and now you were here, right in front of him, before his eyes.

You offered a small nervous, reassuring smile despite the uncertainty gnawing at you. "I—I see." You bit your bottom lip, completely uncertain of what to do now as you stand there awkwardly with a curious Caelus.

"What... happened? I don't recall being here from the start," You asked, taking a moment to observe the ornaments around you. Caelus straightens his back, clearing his throat before speaking.

"You fainted a few minutes after coming out of the meteoroid. Thankfully Dan Heng caught you just in time, and then Bronya decided to keep you here, we were unsure when you would wake up."

"How long was I unconscious for?"

"Four days, your Grace."

"FOUR DAYS?!" The word came out in a disbelieving whisper, your mind reeling.

"Yes, your Grace." He nodded, a bit taken aback by your raised voice. You stood there, trying to process the information, feeling awkward and out of place.

Caelus's expression softened slightly before giving you a nod. "I'll take you to them." He guided you down the hall to another room, while you both walked you looked around once again, everything was different, not just your surroundings but the atmosphere was heavy.

You took in a deep breath, trying your best to calm yourself down. You knew that you were safe (although this place was still new to you), you knew these people, what they were like, everything.

They were famous video game characters. The very video game characters that you spend weeks on trying to find the right and perfect relic for them.

Honkai Star Rail drained your pockets, the lore and story were addictive, the play-style was addictive, and the pulling animation was addictive. Unsurprisingly, after a week of downloading the game, you were hooked.

It was a surprise that you weren't in debt... You shook your head, clearing your clouded mind. It was tough to digest the fact that you were walking right beside the Caelus!!

It was a silent walk with only the sounds of his shoes squeaking every there and then, it was clear how polished the floors were.

Caelus dared not to speak up in your holy presence. Was he even worthy of speaking to you let alone bask in your presence?

As you continued down the hallway, Caelus remained close by, his protective instincts heightened by your presence. The corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, each one identical to the last.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched, and the oppressive silence only added to your unease.

Calm down, you thought. No one's going to jump you..

Not long after Caelus stopped in his tracks, moving to the side as his hand rested on the door handle. The door was huge and elaborate, probably three times your size, and you finally heard faint voices.

Caelus signalled for you to stay back as he approached the source of the sound. Moments later, he beckoned you forward. You hurried to his side, peering into a large room filled with familiar faces.

As you entered, Dan Heng, Bronya, and Gepard looked up from their conversation. Relief, admiration and shock washed over their faces when they saw you.

"Your Gracefulness," Dan Heng said, bowing his head slightly. "I—It's a pleasure to meet you."

Everyone in the room had stood up from the seats, immediately bowing down with one knee, their eyes set downcast, refusing to even look at you. They remained solemn and reverent, their gestures filled with respect and devotion—an act that left you utterly speechless.

The room was silent, barely even a breath could be heard. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, a deep discomfort settling into your bones.

This wasn’t something you were used to.

Back home, you were just another person, another face in the crowd. But here… here you were something else entirely apparently.

The realization struck you again, hard and jarring: you’d been "isekai’d" into the world of Honkai: Star Rail, a place where the characters you once guided and watched from behind a screen now saw you as their Creator, their Gracefulness.

But that didn’t make this any less strange.

"Please," you said, your voice shaky, betraying the unease you felt. "You don't need to do that. I'm just… I mean, I’m not—" You trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

How do you tell them that you didn’t see yourself as anything more than a normal person? That this whole situation felt surreal, like a dream you hadn’t quite woken up from yet?

Dan Heng, still kneeling, glanced up at you, his eyes calm and steady. "Your Gracefulness," he began, his tone soft but firm, "It is only right that we show you the respect you deserve. You are our creator, the one who has guided us through countless battles and decisions."

Bronya nodded, her gaze filled with a mixture of awe and dedication. "Without you, we wouldn’t be who we are today. This is the least we can do to honour your presence."

Gepard remained silent but his expression was resolute, as if nothing you said could change his mind about bowing before you. Caelus, however, looked a bit hesitant, perhaps sensing your discomfort more than the others. Yet, even he remained in place, waiting for your acknowledgment.

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump in your throat. It was overwhelming, this level of devotion and reverence. It wasn’t something you ever imagined experiencing, and certainly not something you knew how to handle.

You’d come here, to this world, not out of a desire to rule or be worshipped, but by some strange twist of fate. The weight of their expectations, their respect—it felt heavy, almost suffocating.

"I appreciate… everything you’re saying," you began slowly, trying to find the right balance between acknowledging their feelings and setting boundaries. "But really, you don’t have to bow to me. I’m still… me. Just a person. I’m not used to this, and it makes me feel… awkward."

The room fell into a brief silence, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. You could see the conflict in their eyes—caught between their ingrained sense of duty and their desire to respect your wishes.

Finally, Caelus was the first to move, rising to his feet with a small, understanding smile. "If it makes you uncomfortable," he said, "then we’ll try to find another way to show our respect. But know that our loyalty for you remains unchanged."

One by one, the others followed suit, standing slowly. Gepard gave you a respectful nod, while Bronya offered a gentle smile, her previous intensity softening. Dan Heng lingered the longest, his gaze searching your face as if trying to understand you better, before finally standing as well.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, a small wave of relief washing over you. This was all so new, so overwhelming, but at least now, with them standing, you felt like you could breathe a little easier.

Even if you were their creator, you didn’t want to be put on a pedestal. You just wanted to go home.

"Thank you," you said quietly, your voice sincere. "I really appreciate it."

And with that, the tension in the room eased, the atmosphere shifting back to something more comfortable, more manageable. You were still trying to wrap your head around everything, but at least now, you didn’t feel so alone in it.

"We were worried about you." Bronya stepped forward, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. "Are you feeling alright? Do you need a doctor? I can get them right away—"

You shook your head, trying to maintain your composure despite the overwhelming emotions swirling inside you. "I'm alright," you said, but even as the words left your lips, you could feel the weight of them.

Your head was pounding, a relentless reminder of everything you had just been through. The disorientation, the headaches—symptoms of something far greater than mere confusion.

You were trying to grasp the reality that had been thrust upon you, the fact that you were no longer in your world, that you had died, and now… now you were here.

Dan Heng’s eyes softened as he watched you, his usually calm demeanour laced with a subtle concern. "It’s understandable that you’re disoriented," he said, his voice steady but filled with empathy.

"You’ve been through something unimaginable. Arriving here so suddenly… it’s not something anyone could easily adjust to."

You looked down, your mind flashing back to that moment—the car crash. The impact, the pain, the sudden darkness. You remembered the sensation of being pulled away, as if your very soul had been yanked from your body, only to be confined within something cold and unforgiving.

The next thing you knew, you were hurtling through the sky, encased in what felt like a stuffy coffin, and then… Belobog.

You winced, the memory of it all almost too much to bear. "What… what did you see when I arrived?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, heavy and laden with the fear of hearing the answer.

Gepard, who had been standing a little behind the others, stepped forward, his expression sombre. "When you appeared… you were in some sort of meteorite. It was like nothing we’d ever seen before. It came crashing down from the sky, landing just outside the city walls of Belobog."

"There was news that this month, the creator would return. Everyone was on high alert and once one of my guards spotted a mysterious crater, everyone knew that it had to be you."

Caelus nodded, his tone still filled with concern. "It was like a shooting star, only… darker. And when we approached, we saw you inside, unconscious. We had no idea what to do, but we knew we had to get you out of there, to help you."

Bronya’s gaze softened as she watched you struggle to process their words. "You were in a state of complete stasis, almost as if you were… suspended between worlds. We’ve never encountered anything like it."

The room seemed to close in around you as you tried to reconcile what they were telling you with what you knew—or thought you knew. You had died. You felt it. And yet, here you were, standing in a world you had only ever seen on a screen, surrounded by people who weren’t supposed to exist.

A headache pulsed at your temples, and you pressed a hand to your forehead, trying to steady yourself. The world felt like it was spinning, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

Caelus immediately stood by your side, his hands hesitating to hold you before shaking his head ever so slightly, holding your arm and waist to keep you from falling.

"I… I don’t understand," you murmured, more to yourself than to them. "I died. I remember the crash. I remember everything going dark, how on Earth did I..."

Dan Heng took a step closer, his presence grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. "It must have been a traumatic experience," he said softly, his voice gentle as if he were trying not to overwhelm you further.

"But you’re here now. Whatever happened, whatever brought you here, I think it was fate, just like how the legends had stated."

You wanted to believe him, wanted to find comfort in his words, but the reality of it all was still too much.

How could you be here, alive, in a place that shouldn’t even exist? And what did it mean that they were treating you like this—as if you were someone of immense importance, someone with power, someone they called their "Gracefulness"?

"I’m sorry," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "I just… I need a moment to process all of this."

Bronya stepped forward, her expression filled with understanding. "Take all the time you need. We’re here for you."

Gepard nodded in agreement, his voice steady and reassuring. "We’ll be by your side, your wish is our command."

You stood there, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, trying to make sense of everything that had happened, everything that was happening now. The room felt both too large and too small at the same time as if the walls were closing in on you while the ceiling stretched out into infinity.

——

The rest of the day passed in a blur of activity as you found yourself surrounded by a level of attention and care that was both overwhelming and humbling. Bronya, ever the efficient leader, took charge of organizing a grand celebration in honour of your return.

It was to be the most elaborate, grand and magnificent, parade ever. Only the best for their beloved creator.

The news of your arrival spread quickly, with messages sent across Belobog and even beyond, reaching the farthest corners of the world. Shops began to close in your honour, and preparations were set in motion to ensure that everything was perfect for the festivities that would last for months.

Caelus returned back to the Astral Express to spread the news to his friends who soon sent the message worldwide, especially to their alliances.

As the day wore on, you were never alone. Dan Heng and Gepard remained by your side, they would be your guards, though you couldn’t shake the feeling of being slightly out of place.

They escorted you through the grand halls of the Supreme Guardian’s residence, offering you a glimpse into the grandeur and history of Belobog.

The building itself was massive, with high ceilings, intricate carvings, and large windows that let in streams of light, casting everything in a golden glow.

Despite the opulence around you, your mind was still trying to adjust to the reality that had been put upon you. The remnants of your previous life, the memory of your death, the inexplicable warp that had brought you here—it all lingered in the back of your thoughts, creating an undercurrent of unease that you couldn’t quite shake.

But for now, you have to focus on the present. Gepard and Dan Heng took their roles seriously, ensuring that you were comfortable, well-fed, and taken care of in every possible way. When it was time to eat, you were treated to a feast of the finest foods Belobog had to offer, dishes prepared with such care and precision that you could taste the love in every bite.

They made sure you didn’t lift a finger, encouraging you to rest when you looked tired, and when the day began to take its toll on you, they arranged for a bath to be drawn in one of the grand, marble-floored bathrooms.

The bath was a welcome respite. The water was warm, and scented with calming herbs, and as you sank into it, you could feel the tension slowly melting away.

Maids attended to you, offering you soft towels and luxurious oils, treating you with a level of care that you had never experienced before. It was almost too much—this pampering, this constant attention—but you reminded yourself that this was how they showed their respect, their gratitude for your presence in their world.

After the bath, you were led to the room that had been prepared for you, its large windows offering a view of the snow-covered city below.

The bed was soft, the sheets made of the finest silk, and as you lay down, you couldn’t help but marvel at the turn your life had taken.

Just days ago, you had been living an ordinary life, unaware of what was to come, and now… now you were here, in a world that wasn’t supposed to exist, treated as a deity by those you had only known as characters.

Sure, today would have been amazing if it weren't for the fact of constant unease nagging you in the back, it was nice to be pampered and shown love, but at the same time, you wanted to go home, back to the place that you grew up in.

As you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the luxury and comfort that had been arranged for you, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder how long this would last.

How long you would be able to maintain this facade, to accept the adoration and devotion of those around you when deep down, you still felt like the same person you had always been—just a regular human, trying to make sense of a world that didn’t make sense at all.

But for now, you had no choice but to go along with it, to embrace the role that had been thrust upon you, even if it felt like you were living in a dream.

A dream that, for better or worse, you couldn’t wake up from.

——

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of soft knocking on your door. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a pale light across the snow-covered city of Belobog.

You could see your breath in the cool air as you stretched, still disoriented from the events of the previous day. For a moment, you wondered if it had all been a strange, vivid dream—but the grand room around you, the luxurious sheets beneath your fingers, and the echo of voices beyond the door reminded you that this was indeed your reality now.

You called for whoever was outside to enter, and the door opened to reveal Dan Heng and Gepard, both standing tall and composed. Their expressions softened when they saw you, and you noticed the subtle way their shoulders relaxed, as if simply seeing you reassured them.

"Good morning," Dan Heng said quietly, his tone respectful yet warm. "I hope you slept well."

You nodded, managing a small smile. "I did, thank you."

Gepard stepped forward, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of concern and deference. "If there's anything you need, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask. We've arranged for breakfast to be brought to you, and after that, if you're feeling up to it, Bronya would like to discuss the plans for the upcoming celebrations with you."

Celebrations. The word lingered in your mind, bringing with it a mix of emotions. You still weren’t sure how to feel about all of this—the way everyone seemed to look at you as if you were something divine.

It was overwhelming, and part of you wanted nothing more than to retreat, to find a quiet corner where you could process everything on your own. But you knew that wasn’t an option. You had a role to play, and even if you didn’t fully understand it, you were determined to do your best.

"I… appreciate that," you replied, your voice softer than you intended. "I’ll be ready soon."

As the two men left to give you privacy, you dressed in the clothes that had been laid out for you—a simple yet elegant outfit that, while comfortable, still bore the intricate designs and rich fabrics that seemed to be a hallmark of Belobog's fashion.

You took a moment to steady yourself, taking deep breaths as you reminded yourself that you were in control, even if it didn’t always feel like it.

When you were ready, Dan Heng and Gepard led you to a grand dining room where a lavish breakfast had been prepared. The table was set with an array of dishes—freshly baked bread, fruits, pastries, and steaming bowls of porridge.

The sight of it all made your stomach twist, not from hunger but from the sheer extravagance of it. You took a seat, and though the food was delicious, each bite felt heavy for some odd reason.

As you ate, Bronya arrived, her usual stoic demeanour softened by a hint of nervousness. She greeted you with a respectful nod before taking a seat across from you. You noticed the way her eyes flickered to Dan Heng and Gepard, almost as if she were seeking their reassurance before she spoke.

"I’m glad to see you’re well," she began, her voice calm but measured. "The people of Belobog are eager to welcome you and show their gratitude for your return. We’ve begun preparations for a series of celebrations in your honour, and I wanted to discuss the details with you, to ensure everything meets your approval."

The idea of the entire city celebrating you—parades, feasts, and gatherings in your name—felt surreal. You weren’t sure how to respond, unsure if you could live up to the expectations they had of you.

"I don’t want to disrupt anyone’s life," you said cautiously, trying to find the right words. "It’s all very overwhelming. I’m not used to being treated like this."

Bronya’s expression softened, and she exchanged a glance with Dan Heng and Gepard, who stood behind you like silent sentinels. "Your presence alone is a gift to us," she replied gently. "We don’t see it as a disruption, but rather as an honour. The people are eager to show their gratitude and to celebrate this momentous occasion."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of unease and responsibility settle in your chest. "Alright. I’ll do my best to be what you need me to be."

Bronya smiled a rare and genuine expression that made you feel a little less out of place. "Thank you," she said simply. "We’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to worry."

The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind of preparations and introductions. Bronya led you through the city, introducing you to key figures and showing you the various places where the celebrations would take place.

Everywhere you went, people bowed deeply, their eyes wide with star-struck in awe. It was both humbling and unnerving, and you found yourself struggling to find the balance between accepting their respect and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Dan Heng and Gepard never left your side, their presence a constant reminder that you weren’t alone in this strange new world. They were vigilant, ensuring that you were comfortable, that no one overwhelmed you, and that you had moments of rest whenever you needed them.

By the time evening fell, you were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. You had been paraded through the city, introduced to so many people, and shown the elaborate plans for the days and weeks to come.

All of it felt like a dream, and as you finally returned to your room, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all pressing down on you.

While you lay in bed, twiddling with the fine silk blanket, the other regions were preparing to finally gaze upon their divine creator.

——

In the Xianzhou Luofu, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the news of the Creator’s return spread. Within the grand halls of the Divine Foresight, Fu Xuan stood before the Council of Elders, delivering the monumental announcement that had just arrived from the Trailblazer.

"The Creator has returned," Fu Xuan declared with a calm but resolute voice. "They have descended in Belobog, and it is our duty to honour them with the highest respect and homage."

The Council of Elders, seasoned in both wisdom and combat, exchanged glances of disbelief and awe. The Creator, the one who had shaped their world and guided their destinies, was now walking among them once more. The gravity of this revelation weighed heavily on their minds, knowing that their response to this event would define their legacy.

Jing Yuan, the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu, stood quietly at the back of the chamber, his usual calm demeanour betraying a hint of solemnity. The Creator’s return was a momentous occasion, and Jing Yuan felt the significance of this event.

"We must ensure that our tribute is worthy of their grace," he murmured, his eyes narrowed in contemplation.

Nearby, Loucha listened intently. His thoughts were more introspective, contemplating the deeper implications of the Creator’s return. Loucha, ever the observer, recognized the immense pressure that this event placed upon them all.

But unlike the others, his focus was not on the material offerings but on the spiritual and existential implications of meeting their Creator. He quietly resolved to find a way to honour the Creator not just through gifts but through his actions and service.

A casket would simply not do, although he was sure that you'd grow fond of it.

Hm, what else could he possibly give you...

Blade, as usual, remained silent throughout the meeting with the Stellaron Hunters. His mind, however, was not at ease. Blade’s relationship with the concept of the Creator is complex and filled with conflicting emotions.

Blade knew he had to play his part in honouring the Creator, even if it meant confronting the very things he had spent so long trying to suppress.

Preparations across the Xianzhou Luofu began immediately. Gifts were gathered from the most skilled artisans—finely crafted weapons, ancient scrolls, and traditional garments.

The best chefs prepared exquisite dishes that would showcase the rich culture of the Xianzhou. In every corner of the realm, citizens participated in rituals, prayers, and meditations, focusing their energies on the Creator.

Jing Yuan oversaw the strategic aspects of the journey, ensuring that their voyage to Belobog would be flawless. Loucha offered his medical expertise to make sure that everyone on board the vessels was in perfect health, while Blade had already begun making his way to Belobog along with Firefly and Kafka.

As the time for departure approached, the air was thick with reverence and anticipation. The Xianzhou Luofu were not just travelling to meet their Creator; they were about to present themselves as a testament to the Creator’s guidance.

Their journey to Belobog would be marked by the same dedication and honour that had defined their civilization for centuries.

Far away in Penacony, the city of innovation and creativity, the news of the Creator’s return was met with an explosion of activity. Penacony, renowned for its technological marvels and artistic achievements, reacted to the news with excitement.

Aventurine was among the first to receive the message. As soon as he got the text, he froze, eyes furiously scanning the text over and over again.

Was this real? Has the creator really come back? The one who he worshipped so obsessively?

He immediately rang Jade, his voice frantic as he spoke to her over the phone. "We cannot afford to delay," Aventurine stated.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and we must honour the Creator with everything Penacony has to offer."

Sunday, the head of the family, took charge of organizing the preparations. He ordered all renowned artists, engineers, and musicians all come together to create a tribute that would embody the spirit of their city.

Everything had to be perfect.

Sunday was enthusiastic for the Creator's return, it was not just a reflection of his usual cheerfulness—it was something far deeper, almost lovesick.

The moment he received word that the Creator had returned to their world, something in him ignited. It was as if all his life had been leading up to this moment, and now, he could finally fulfil his purpose.

“The Creator has returned,” he whispered to himself after first hearing the news, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and anticipation. His eyes, usually bright with optimism, now gleamed with a fervour that bordered on the intense.

To Sunday, this wasn’t just an event to celebrate—it was a divine calling, a chance to prove his unwavering devotion.

From that moment on, Sunday threw himself into the preparations with a single-mindedness that was almost unsettling. He didn’t just organize the celebrations—he orchestrated them with an obsession that left little room for error.

Every detail had to be perfect, and every gesture had to reflect the utmost reverence for the Creator. He wasn’t just leading the preparations; he was living them, breathing them, as though his very existence depended on it.

When rallying the artists and performers, Sunday’s usual encouragement took on a more insistent edge. “This isn’t just for any celebration,” he’d remind them, his eyes wide and unblinking. “It’s for the Creator. We must give them everything—our best and beyond.”

He’d hover over rehearsals, his smile still present but his tone sharper, more demanding. Mistakes weren’t just errors; they were almost blasphemous in his eyes.

In the kitchens, his involvement was even more intense. He tasted every dish, scrutinizing each one with a level of scrutiny that made even the most seasoned chefs nervous. “This dish needs something... more,” he’d say, his brows furrowing in concentration.

“It needs to be worthy of the Creator. Start again.” And they would, because Sunday’s passion was as contagious as it was overwhelming. Many chefs and assistants often gossiped with one another about Sunday's behaviour, he was far too obsessed.

They, of course, understood the importance of perfecting everything as well, it would be served under the gaze of their Almighty Creator, but Sunday was too overbearing, pushy and stubborn.

Everything has to be perfect.

His interactions with the other citizens of Penacony took on a different tone as well. While still encouraging, there was an underlying pressure in his words. “The Creator deserves only the best from us. Do you understand? This is our moment to show our love, and our loyalty. We can’t afford to disappoint them.”

As the days passed, Sunday’s obsession grew. He spent nights alone, surrounded by plans and lists, going over every detail until his eyes were red and his hands shook from exhaustion.

But he didn’t care. Sleep was secondary; his devotion to the Creator was all that mattered.

Boothill, unlike the others found himself in an unfamiliar situation. Normally at ease with a revolver in hand, Boothill was now tasked with selecting gifts that would impress the Creator.

He knew the importance of your arrival, but there was something that lingered at the back of his head. The memories would override his brain, successfully clouding his thoughts, all he could think about was revenge.

His home.

His daughter.

His family.

His beloved memories.

Gone. They were all gone, all because of one man: Oswaldo Schneider.

Perhaps... If he impressed you with his devotion and adoration, would you help get revenge for him? As the Creator, wouldn't you be so kind as to lend your devoted worshipper some help?

(He decided to contribute something personal—a custom-made weapon, intricately designed and crafted with precision.)

Once the word spread to Gallagher that you were finally home, Gallagher’s response was deeply rooted in a sense of duty and respect.

Like Sunday, he wanted everything to be perfect, not because of an obsessive need to impress, but because he believed it was the right thing to do.

In meetings, Gallagher was a voice of calm amidst the excitement, offering practical solutions to any challenges that arose. “Let’s focus on what’s important,” he would say, steering conversations away from extravagance and towards meaningful gestures.

He believed that the Creator would value sincerity and thoughtfulness over grand displays, and he ensured that Penacony’s contributions reflected that belief.

In his heart, Gallagher held a deep respect for you. His admiration was sincere, but it wasn’t showy. He didn’t need to prove his devotion through grand gestures or dramatic displays; his actions spoke for themselves.

He believed that true reverence was shown through quiet, consistent effort—through doing what was right, even when no one was watching.

He could just taste your happiness at the tip of his tongue, it was delicious. He began to think about your responses, what would you say? Would you accept his gift happily? Toss it away in digust?

“We’ve prepared these offerings with great care and respect, Your Grace. We hope they meet your expectations.” He would say.

"Oh, Gallagher! You shouldn't have!" You would reply.

Or...

"How bold of you to assume that I would accept such a gift from a low-life dog like you!"

Even a small smile would do.

No matter your response, he would still devote his entire being to you.

He had always been confident in his abilities, but now, faced with the Creator themselves, he wondered if his efforts would be enough. It wasn’t a question of worthiness, but of connection—he wanted the Creator to understand that Penacony’s gifts came from a place of genuine respect and loyalty.

Yet, even in this moment of uncertainty, Gallagher remained composed. He knew that whatever the Creator’s response, he had done his best.

And that, for Gallagher, was what truly mattered. He would continue to serve and protect, quietly dedicated to the Creator’s well-being, just as he had always done.

——

As the day of departure approached, Penacony and the Xianzhou Luofu were abuzz with activity. Airships were loaded with gifts, including traditional dishes, intricately designed artifacts, and artistic performances that would honour the Creator.

The entire city was involved in the preparations, each citizen contributing in their own way.

When the airships finally took flight, they carried not just the hopes of Penacony but also the dreams and creativity of its people.

This journey was more than just a trip; it was a pilgrimage to honour the Creator who had shaped their being.

note: so many wips..

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[aphroditesswan]

Hi! I was wondering whether you could do hc’s on when hsr men and women react when they see a bulge (whether from their cocks or dildo’s) when their fucking you - G

intro: singularity 

honkai star rail x afab fem reader 

warning : smut, tummy bulge, nsft, rough sex, mating press, degrading, praise, full nelson, cowgirl, begging, body worship, mirror usage (?), size kink, breeding kink, marking, spanking, implied strap on use but never explicitly stated, breath play, i dunno what else ngl, might be ooc 

summary : while the hsr characters are rearranging your insides, they notice themselves inside your guts. how do they react? 

genre : smut 

notes : can you tell i went SO HARD on the women’s. 

Caelus 

caelus threw his head back as he sank into you, his arms hooked around the back of your legs to spread them wide open for the mirror in front of you both, his hips bucking up to push himself further into you. he brought his gaze back, that the whole point of the mirror was to see your pretty face as he fucked you senseless. he moved in and out, his eyes moving around your body and almost completely tuning out your whines at his agonizingly slow pace. when he noticed the small bump in your stomach that disappeared when he pulled almost halfway out, he only got slower, wanting to see every second that his cock moved in and out of you and really, truly fucked you. 

“just wait baby, please please please please… fuck you feel so nice around me.” 

Stelle 

her hands gripped your hips as she moved you up and down her length, her eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down with your breath along with each sudden buck of her hips she made up into you. when stelle’s gaze finally met the bulge in your stomach, she bucked her hips up harder than before to get a good look at the tent that appeared and disappeared with each thrust, causing a yelp to be let out of you. she put pressure on the bulge as she thrusted in as deeply as she could, a giddy smile on her face that complimented her dazed eyes that were focused on your stomach and tits that bounced with each thrust. she was completely and utterly memorized with how your body moved and reacted to everything she did, and she was only determined to keep seeing the reactions on that pretty face of yours. 

“look at how nice i look in you, baby… you’re sooo gorgeous like this,,” 

March 7th

her hands eagerly moved around you, touching, feeling, groping wherever they could as she thrusted in and out of you. march noticed the slight movement in your stomach when she moved her hands down to claw into your thighs, but she didn’t stop any of her thrust. she kept going just as she had before she noticed, one hand digging into your thigh while the other pushed down on your stomach as she giggled softly at the sight. she was quick to grab her camera though, snapping a picture on her blue camera of the bulge in your stomach appearing as she thrusted in and out of you, then one of your flushed out face, getting your pretty tits in both pictures. 

“you’re so pretty for me, how could i resist?” 

Dan Heng

his fingers were digging into the soft plush of your thighs when he noticed, slowing down his moments which was complete agony for you. dan heng quietly observed with his mouth slightly agape, just gazing at the small bulge in your stomach that could be seen as he thrusted in and out of you harshly. he kept his eyes focused on you and clear, his demeanor seemingly calm, but the very obvious blush on his face and the way he’s staring straight into the little area of your guts spoke otherwise. he’ll return to his fast pace in just a second, just let him admire you for a bit. 

“oh… oh, wow…” 

Kafka 

she had already bent you like a pretzel, you wondered how she hadn’t seen the bulge in your stomach by now as she pressed her hips against yours countless times. kafka had your legs over her shoulders, a gold anklet with the letter ‘k’ on it for her swinging back and forth and dangling next to her ear for her to hear as she pushed in and out of you. her gaze finally shifting from your fucked out expression to trial down between your bouncing breast and while on her way to where your bodies connected, something catching her eye that made her look from your dripping cunt to right above, the small bump going in and out with each thrust. she moved a hand that gripped right above your knee and pressed you against her chest to push down on the bulge, feeling it move under her as the other hand squeezed your neck softly. 

“you’re such a slut, y’know? felt that this whole time and didn’t even think to tell me.” 

Himeko 

she was so,so,so gentle with you. himeko was always taking her time to fully sink you done onto her length as she sat you flat on her lap. she ran her hands over your body, pressing and squeezing where she wanted but was still so gentle with you, letting you set the pace and believe you were in control and everything. she had her eyes focused on you, eye contact being something she valued when fucking you so nicely you saw white. her hands trailed down the sides of your stomach, whispering praises on how good you were for her, how she enjoyed every single second of you on top of her when her hands stopped, fingers grazing over the place where she felt a bit of movement. she caught on rather quickly, laughing under her breath to herself. 

“my… how lewd, don’t you think?” 

Blade 

with your thighs pressed against his large chest, movement for you was almost impossible unless blade was manhandling you or you were rocking back and forth from his harsh thrust. his hands gripped bruises into your hips, groaning into your ear as he restricted some of your breathing with just pressing himself onto you, your knees pushing your tits together and your thighs against your stomach. he was laid on top of you but was somehow keeping his stance with how he thrusted in and out of you. he looked down to see where you two met, seeing the small bulge that popped out whenever he was balls deep in you. he chuckled lowly at the sight below him, smacking your thigh which earned a small yelp and a star seeing clench around his cock from you. 

“pathetic, you’re so small i’m practically popping out of you. you can take it, can’t you?”

[livelaughlovesubs]

Kinktober 2024

Dom!reader x sub!male!characters

Hello hello~ this is my kinktober list for 2024 - reader will be gender neutral for all of the fics!

Once I post the fic, I’ll update this list and put the link down. The letters will also become coloured.

Word count: (currently) 41.8k

01.10: (whb) Lucifer - Lactation + dacryphilia

02.10: (hsr) Blade - Double Penetration in one hole

03.10: (Jjk) Choso - Sex toys + belly bulge

04.10: (genshin) Neuvillette - bathtub + fingering

05.10: (bsd) Sigma - lamb hybrid + Heat Circle

06.10: (hsr) Boothill - First time + finger sucking + gun play

07.10: (bsd) Nikolai - sounding + edging

08.10: (bsd) Fyodor - reader w/ aphrodisiac ability

09.10: (whb) Michael - thigh riding + dubcon

10.10: (kny) Giyuu - Overstimulation + orgasm denial

11.10: (bsd) Poe - Cockwarming while writing

12.10: (genshin) Ayato - Lingerie + in an alley

13.10: (hsr) Luocha - Masturbation + Camera

14.10: (bsd) Chuuya - Vibrator during a reunion + public sex

15.10: (hsr) Dan heng - Rough Sex + hair (horn) pulling

16.10: (whb) Leviathan - Temperatur Play + breath play

17.10: (hsr) Caelus - praise kink + chastity belt

18.10: (whb) Raphael - humping + automysophilia + body writing

19.10: (genshin) Scara - mirror sex + make up

20.10: (hsr) Jing Yuan - pet play + breeding kink

21.10: (Jjk) Mahito - knife play + hematophilia

22.10: (bsd) Akutagawa - collaring + master/slave

23.10: (hsr) Sunday - clothed sex + teasing

24.10: (kny) Douma - uppermoon reader w/ tentacle ability

25.10: (bsd) Dazai - fucking him in front of fyodor/ yoyeur? Threesome?

26.10: (hsr) Dr. Ratio - degrading + bondage

27.10: (jjk) Gojo - sexting over FaceTime during work

28.10: (hsr) Argenti - sensory deprivation + humiliation

29.10: (whb) Gabriel - fucking him until he calls us god/ hierophilia + worship

30.10: (bsd) Chuuya - brat taming (chocking + biting)

31.10: (all fandoms) reader became a vampire..?! Blood kink + biting!!

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED !!

[fuxuannie]

Omgomgomg I READ YOUR CAELUS FIC HEADCANNONS I REQUESTED AND AJDHWIXHEU

Its so good holy

Ahem

If I may

Can I trouble you for a headcannons with Gepard, Blade and Caelus when their s/o steals and wears their clothes?

Also can I become an anon here 👉👈 if yes i wanna be Caelus simp anon >:)

* pairing(s) : various hsr x reader

* prompt : request

* authors note : THIS IS SO CUTE AYIEEEE 😭😭 i luv this i love this enrnmejree,, and blades is a little sadder because i have personal experience /j

CAELUS frowns as he looks through his closet, but his black jacket was nowhere in sight. There's no way that it would be anywhere but inside the small hotel room, but clearly it wasn't. The last time he remembers wearing it was when he visited your room, so maybe he had somehow left it in there?

He hums as he leaves, walking towards your room that was right next to his. To no ones surprise, Caelus tends to forget to knock. And you can imagine his surprise as you're staring in the mirror with glistening eyes and his jacket over your shoulders. "Pretty.." He hears you chuckle, your back turned to the mirror as your head turned around to see the design from the back.

When you turn back, you notice Caelus leaning by the doorframe with an amused smile and crossed arms. "Seems as if the wearer is much much prettier."

You blink a few times, pull his hoodie up over your head and immediately turn around to hide your face in your hands. "Aaaaaaa.. How long have you been standing there?" You asked, footsteps approaching you from behind as his arms wrap around your waist. "For a while." He hums, chuckling at your fluster as you both stood there in a comforting silence.

GEPARD always noticed how you stared at his uniform / armor in utter confusion, how he survives in something seemingly so heavy with how much he fights and moves.

So once he caught you in his room, staring at the mirror with a baffled expression as you messily wore his armor. "Soft.." You say, but your expression gives off 'How the fuck is it comfortable.' vibes.

A smile forms at his lips, amused at your confusion as he watches you do a small 360° only to realize how easy it was to move in what you thought was an inconvenient choice to look good in the battlefield. "I told you." You jolt in surprise at the voice in the room, not realizing he had already caught you. "Well.. curiosity got the best of me.." You say sheepishly, embarrassed that you've been caught red handed.

"So? Comfortable?"

"Very."

"I know, now take it off so I can go to work."

":("

With how busy BLADE is, it's no surprise how his mind is clouded with saddened thoughts whenever he comes back to you asleep alone in a shared bed.

One day, late at night, it's the usual when he comes home. Theres a dish left out for him as you knew well he rarely ate, clothes cleanly folded on the couch for him to change into and the house painfully silent instead of hearing the comfort of your laughter.

He eats the food, changes his clothes and turns off the lights you left on for him as he walks towards your bedroom. Once he closes the door, his eyes adjusted to the darkness as he notices how you cling onto a pillow, a stinging pain to his chest at the sight.

He walks to his side of the bed, about to sneak into bed when he notices something unfamiliar. Your clothes seemed.. different, it could've been the darkness, but once his fingers graze the fabric he could no doubt assume you were wearing his coat.

Blade's chest feels heavy, to a point its weight is impossible to bear, he pulls you by the waist to make you as close as possible to him. He'll whisper small apologies as you sleep, kissing your head and if he could promise that he'd stay here forever, he would. But he can't, so he'll settle for this moment for now until there is a day he can.

[chiscaralight]

Caelus titjob pspspspspspsps

psppspspps i gotchu nsfw caelus x reader, boobs, titjob, face cum

i doubt caelus has a specific favorite body part. you ask him what it is now, he'll tell you it's thighs, ask 15 minutes later and he'll tell you he loves your ass. but hell never deny the love he has for your tits! he'll have you stand in front of his mirror as he just fondles them, pinching and kneading at the soft flesh as he just watches in awe.

it's that same awestruck look he has on his face while he thrusts between your tits, watching closely as you push them together for him to fuck up into them. and it just feels so good! you look so good too, mouth hanging open to let your spit drip onto his tip.

it's so messy, your spit mixed with his precum all over the valley between your tits and upper chest. he groans, eyes never leaving the wonderful view below him. but your knees must be getting tired from the hard floor, so he gets you on your back instead!

and you're still holding your tits together as he's almost straddling your chest, cock still dutifully fucking between your boobs. he definitely likes this more, because when his orgasm starts to shoot out, he's painting your face with ropes of his cum! you try to protest, but he just slaps his length against your face a couple of times to shut you up </3.

[dearemilia]

HELPING YOU WITH YOUR CORSET | Genshin & Honkai star rail

pairings | various x gn! reader

tags | fluff, a little suggestive, might be ooc, not proofread

note | I don't know how corsets work, although I'd love to have one, so I hope that I didn't write anything wrong!! <//3

Smiles happily at you and goes to you as they tighten it slightly, not to suffocate you but enough to secure you and help you feel comfortable “How do you feel, my love? Is it comfortable enough? Do I need to loosen up the lace?” Is so gentle and tender with you! They’re so afraid that they might make you uncomfortable </3 Will either plant a small kiss on your nape or hug your waist (or both, ehehe)

Neuvilette, ZHONGLI, thoma, KAZUHA, albedo, kaveh, diluc,  jean, CANDACE, ningguang, bronya, himeko, NATASHA, yukong, WELT, dan heng, loucha, baizhu, AETHER

Freezes up, doesn’t know what to do, and is flustered, what if they do something wrong? What if you get uncomfortable? They don’t even know how to lace a corset (or how to do it to someone else) Oh no, they’re panicking way too much. NO! They have to stay calm, they just have to tie your lace, no biggy right? Their face turns instantly red as soon as they see your back.

ITTO, cyno, gorou, DILUC, xiao, AYAKA, kujou sara, BRONYA, GEPARD, march, luka, CLORINDE, seele, navia

Shrugs and helps you with it, no comment whatsoever but does make a few comments about how it suits you and that you should wear it often, and after they’re done, they kiss you on the forehead and are just happy that they are able to help you (they are expecting a reward, a kiss specifically for helping you)

Shenhe, EI, XIAO, blade, wriothesley, JINGLIU, stelle/caelus, tighnari, AL HAITHAM, LUMINE

Sends you one of their infamous smirk, leading you to avert your eyes, yelling at them to hurry up already. While they tie your lace, you can’t help but look at them through your mirror, only to realize they are already staring at you, you feel a sudden warmth in your cheeks “Stop staring at me like that…” They grin “Like what?” They slightly tighten your lace, pulling you closer to them, feeling their chest and heartbeat. You bit your lower lip “Hm? Like what?” You feel a pair of lips on your neck, creeping up to your ear “I need words, sweetheart”

KAEYA, AYATO, baizhu, dehya, YAE MIKO, beidou, venti, arlecchino YELAN, lyney, lisa, JING YUAN, SAMPO, serval, tingyun, KAFKA, LOUCHA

Scowls at you and huffs “Do it yourself”

SCARAMOUCHE

[star-vessel1237]

Okay, so Honkai Star Rail and Twisted Wonderland have been plaguing my mind since I'm rushing to make sure I have enough items for both of their gacha systems and now I delved to deep into an HSR x TWST AU brain rot.

I feel like the Trailblazer (Caelus or Stelle, your pick) would take the place of Yuu. By some chance they got isekaied to Twisted Wonderland and when they finally reach the end where they can go home something strange happens.

It can be whatever you think it might be (An aeon causing chaos, the magic for the portal being unstable since it is connected to another world, Grim wished to hard to stay with them forever and it messed with the dark mirror, etc.)

Either way Trailblazer gets sent back home to the Astral Express family, much to everyone's relieved happiness, however there is a new problem. All the students also got isekaied and are now trapped in the world of HSR. What's worse, only the first years are on the Astral Express while the others are scattered throughout the galaxy. (I'd imagine they find this out via Asta saying they have some unfamiliar guest on the space station that know the Trailblazer.)

Now the Astral Express has the side mission of tracking down all the NRC students, whose reminders, are scattered across the galaxy. Meanwhile the students find out that due to being in another world their magic now works differently; also the "trapped in another world without any means of going back home" and might be sticking around in Trailblazer's world for a bit.

Hey, at least now they get to spend more time together, fight some monsters, and maybe make a few friends. So that would be fun, right?

[cosmic-berry]

1X1 ROLEPLAY REQUEST

I'm trying this again cuz I had some problems with my old account.

Hiii I'm looking for someone who is interested doing a basic longterm 1X1 rp for the following fandoms/ships listed below on discord!

*It is important to note that I am an adult. 23 years old, to be exact. Therefore, I do not want to interact with minors as I am not comfortable with doing so. So adults only please!

*I'm usually active daily if I'm not busy and try my best to respond when I can. I know people have lives outside of social media, but please don't ghost me. That's not fun. Just tell me if you lose interest, I won't be offended.

*Please be semi literate and above when it comes to your writing style. I try my best to mirror my partners length when it comes to writing, but I usually try to aim for 3 paragraphs minimum.

*Chatting ooc is welcome if wished!

*I am fine with NSFW and open to most things, but please discuss it if you wish to include it as I do have a few select things I am not fine with. Also, the characters have to be of age. I will not write minors or adult x minor.

*if you're interested please DM me!

*Characters with an * next to them is who I wish to write!

Fandoms/Muses/Ships

Genshin Impact

*Childe/Tartaglia - shipped with Zhongli

*Kaveh - shipped with Alhaitham

(I'm trying to look more into the characters of Thoma and Heizou a bit more before writing them as I'm not too confident with my knowledge of them. But you can still ask to do ships involving them if you want. I only ship Thoma with Ayato and Heizou with Wanderer or Kazuha)

Honkai Star Rail

*Caelus - shipped with Dan Heng

*Sampo or *Gepard shipped with each other

*I'll probably be open to more ships and suggestions! But I don't have many ships from there atm so don't be shy to suggest anything!

*I've been wanting to try writing Luocha, but I feel like I need to look more into his character for that

Persona Series

*Goro Akechi - shipped with Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker

*once I actually play P3 I'll most likely be up for Makoto/Minato x Ryoji.

Thanks for reading!

(This post will be updated or replaced in the future if needed!)

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honkai star rail fanfic masterlist

Mini Series ⭐ Bleeding Hearts of Penacony

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Jing Yuan x Reader ♚ All's Fair

♚Cross posted on AO3♚

Does chess truly have a standard set of rules if neither has the power to enforce them?

Think of it like a game of war. Anything can happen at any moment, regardless if you are prepared for the outcome or not. If you're not prepared, important details might just slip under the radar.

And Jing Yuan knows how to slide right past your focus.

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Dan Heng x March 7th ❄️ So He Doesn't Feel Like He's Trapped In Ice

❄️Cross posted on AO3❄️

March 7th couldn't stop thinking about Pom-Pom's concerns for Dan Heng's comfort. It was a mere side comment in the midst of a conversation, but those few words stuck with her. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

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Stelle x Trash Can 🗑️ One Man's Trash is Another Woman's Pleasure

🗑️Cross posted on AO3🗑️

Stelle takes her love for trash cans and the wonders within to a whole new level.

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Sampo x Seele 💸 To Swindle a Butterfly

💸Cross posted on AO3💸

Trickery comes in many forms. Sometimes, it's for personal gain, and other times, it's a game of emotions.

Other than fighting, it's all Sampo believes that he is proficient in. Seele just so happens to be a victim of his schemes, but she falls for them in a drastically different way.

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Luocha x Reader 🌼 Weary Traveler

🌼Cross Posted on AO3🌼

There are things in life that are far more important than the secrets that each other holds.

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Blade x Reader 🔪 Butter Knife

🔪 Cross Posted on AO3 🔪

It's called a knife, but that doesn't mean it's sharp. Try feeling its edges for yourself. Remember, it does not exist for the sole reason of cutting everything in its path.

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Jing Yuan x Reader x Luocha ⚰️ Show All Might, Bring No Harm

⚰️ Cross posted on AO3 ⚰️

A little meetup with one of the generals of the Cloud Knights takes a wild turn that you weren't exactly prepared for. And though he isn't welcomed by the general himself, a suspicious merchant may be just what you need to make this already interesting evening into an unforgettable one.

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Luocha x Sushang 🐕 A Merchant's Loyal Dog by the Name of Sushang

🐕Cross posted on AO3🐕

She would do anything to get his attention.

Anything.

Yet it never feels like enough.

Ironically, to him, she's more than he could ever ask for.

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Argenti x Potted Plant 🪴 I Promise to Never Leaf You

🪴Cross posted on AO3🪴

Argenti finally finds the epitome of true beauty.

Not in a woman.

Not even in a man.

But, in a potted plant on the Astral Express.

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Caelus x Mirror Caelus 🪞 It's Not Narcissism If Your Reflective Self Is Really Good At Flirting

🪞Cross posted on AO3🪞

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who's the sexiest of them all?

Alternative title: Caelus gets rizzed up by his own demonic(?) reflection [and quite honestly, I cannot blame him]

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Dan Heng x March 7th 🛋️ Great Friends, they say

🛋️Cross posted on AO3🛋️

Close friends would do anything to help each other out.

Maybe it's offering a word or two of encouragement. Or perhaps, offering their spare sweaters to fend off the cold.

Even letting them lay in your lap as they drift off to sleep can make the world a difference to them.

Because that's what they are, close friends and nothing else, or so they claim.

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Aventurine x Reader ♠️ Under the Gun

♠️Cross posted on AO3♠️

It was far more than a game of riches and spoils.

You could see it in Aventurine's eyes, and he could see it in yours. The real prize of this game wasn't a theoretical amount of credits, but rather, the ones who were at each others' throats for this so-called jackpot.

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Sunday x Reader 🪶 Deceptions of Divinity

🪶Cross posted on AO3🪶

Of course, you hadn't exactly encountered an eldritch angel incapable of being swayed by the influence of lucid dreaming prior to that night. It was only natural for a bit of panic to set it.

Surprisingly, you found that you had absolutely no reason to be afraid at all, and a strange angelic gentleman was nothing but reassuring of your safety.

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Aventurine x Reader ❤️ Ace of Stonehearts

❤️Cross posted on AO3❤️

Behind every master of trickery is a secret that cannot lie hidden forever. Aventurine wasn't actively guarding any of his poker tactics or schemes as a Stoneheart, but rather, something that was far more personal to him.

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Blade x Kafka 🍰 Companionship's Immortality

🍰Cross posted on AO3🍰

Blade couldn't spend his entire life rejecting of companionship. For hell's sake, he was not only part of the Stellaron Hunters, but he was also in a tight-knit relationship with fellow hunter Kafka. There was no way he would be able to resist a small, squishy feline version of himself, especially if Kafka was the one who snagged the critter behind his back.

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Luocha x Kafka ⛓️ Total Domination

⛓️Cross posted on AO3⛓️

Neither Luocha nor Kafka were too willing to give into each other so easily. One way or another, feelings and false identities would need to be sorted between them, and quickly before a slip of the tongue causes all of Xianzhou to know of forbidden exchanges.

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Dr. Ratio x Reader 📏 If I were Smart, I Would've Titled This with a Math Pun

📏Cross posted on AO3📏

Dr. Ratio truly is just the smartest, isn't he? He knows absolutely everything and you know nothing, it's a claim you've heard a thousand times before. And how do you outsmart a smart man? Ironically, the force of stupidity is your greatest weapon against his limitless vocabulary and infinite knowledge.

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Gallagher x Reader 🍸Solitude of the Dreaming City

🍸Cross posted on AO3🍸

The normally crowded city streets fell silent once the residents of Penacony resorted to their sweet dreams. Some, however, opted to enjoy the waking silence of reality all for themselves. It was deathly lonely during these times, despite how you relished in the tranquility, yet you knew one man who you could always count on for a bit of a late night conversation, even during the quietest of times.

Caelus x Firefly 🌠 Memories of You

🌠Cross posted of AO3🌠

The realization that her life was soon coming to an end began to sink in, and Firefly wasn't quite ready to let the curtains fall on her pleasant dream. Not after she had just met Caelus, a man who was recently nothing more than a kind stranger.

All she wanted was to feel close to someone, just once, and she had already become far too attached to Caelus to let go so soon.

He, too, did not want to let her slip away, yet one way or another, he would have to face a crushing reality.

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Gepard x Reader💮Arrangements

💮Cross posted on AO3💮

Gepard had defended an entire city from the unforgiving winter for as long as he could remember, so a simple task such as gardening shouldn't be too much for him to handle in theory. Unfortunately, the seemingly basic task of raising plants was something he could never quite master, and the fruits of his labor always came up short. Inconvenient, especially considering how he wanted to give some to someone rather special to him…

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Stelle x Aventurine 🎰 Qī, Nana, Chil!

🎰Cross posted on AO3🎰

"I’d sooner believe the lies of a Masked Fool than think for a second that now, of all times, you’d hit manage to hit a triple seven jackpot.”

"Ah, but you’d take a filthy scoundrel’s half-truths over a mutt with the blessing of three eyes’ worth of luck looking down upon him?"

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Robin x Argenti 💄 Angel of Beauty

💄Cross posted on AO3💄

No matter how many times Robin runs through the painstakingly difficult ritual of doing her own makeup, preparations for a show never get easier.

Having the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes upon watching her every move does nothing to soothe her nerves either.

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Sunday x Reader ⛪God Before an Aeon

⛪Cross posted on AO3⛪

Is it forgiveness you desire, or is it something greater?

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Jing Yuan x Stelle 🐱Once Just a Creation, Now Forever a Friend

🐱Cross posted on AO3🐱

All those cake cats ever do is whine, whine, whine, whine! If only Stelle knew of somewhere to drop them off at where they could live at peace instead of being thrown away in a rather neglected part of the space station.

If only she knew someone close to her who adored cats and everything cat like...

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Boothill x F!Reader ⭐ Silver Stars

⭐Cross posted on AO3⭐

The moon is beautiful, indeed, but what about the stars? The guiding light for when one is most lost?

Ironically, Penacony was so full of stars that it was easy to get lost within their luster.

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Stelle x Aventurine 🛏️ Last Night

🛏️Cross posted on AO3🛏️

Kakavasha had to fight for his life. Nothing else was on his mind. Kill before he was killed himself. Prove that he is worthy to survive, before his dream is cut short by reality's rude awakening.

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Aventurine x Stelle 💸 Stellaron of Gold

💸Cross posted on AO3💸

Aventurine has done a damn good job at spoiling Stelle, perhaps too good of a job.

Made with https://hsrchat.pages.dev/.

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Sunday x Kafka 🪢 Ena: 20:7

🪢Cross posted on AO3🪢

Do not speak of your Aeon in vain, even if you find yourself in a most compromising position.

Do not act outside of the Order's guidance.

Do not bow to anyone but your Aeon.

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Stelle x Moze 🚂 Another "Stellar" Visitor

🚂Cross posted on AO3🚂

The Astral Express has seen its fair share of strange visitors. Couple of dead people, a war criminal or two, Herrschers and Emanators, the list goes on. What problems could letting an assassin on board possibly cause?

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Robin x Argenti 🪞 Beauty Marks

🪞Cross posted on AO3🪞

Beauty is a broad term. To the followers of The Beauty, it is easy to find it in almost everything and anything. Finding beauty was second nature to Argenti…humans, planets, creatures, everything stood out to him in its own unique way.

Everything except himself, that is.

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Feixiao x Moze 🗡️ Unspoken Words

🗡️Cross posted on AO3🗡️

The only thing more stubborn than an Arbiter General is an assassin who refuses to utter a word of truth. And Feixiao refused to be bested by her most beloved Shadow Guard.

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Dr. Ratio x Ruan Mei 🔬 ...For Science, of course.

🔬Cross posted on AO3🔬

The best way to understand the creation of life is to experience the process firsthand. Unfortunately for Dr. Ratio and Ruan Mei, their "experiment" came with some unforeseen side effects…

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Jiaoqiu x Feixiao 👁️Seeing Eye

👁️Cross posted on AO3👁️

An eye for an eye is too fair of a deal for Jiaoqiu. How about, two eyes for a life? The type of deal Feixiao would not approve, and most certainly will not forgive herself for allowing to be carried out.

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Gepard x Firefly🎶Joyous Tunes

🎶Cross posted on AO3🎶

Firefly has but one simple request for a special someone that she hardly ever has the chance to see.