#emotional support blades

[ichabodjane]

The Rings of Power S01E07 “The Eye”: A Brief Recap Part 2

[Pt1]  [Pt3]  [Pt4]  [Masterpost]

[aventurineswife]

Hi, can i request aven, blade, jing yuan and moze taking care of reader during their period?🥺

Taking care of you during your period

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Moze x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Period Comfort, Caretaking, Comfort, Soft Moments, Emotional Support, Gentle Love.

Warnings: Sensitive Content (related to menstruation), Mentions of physical discomfort.

Aventurine sauntered into your shared bedroom, his signature grin faltering the moment he saw you curled up on the bed, clutching a hot water bottle against your stomach. He raised a brow, the glint of concern flickering behind his eyes.

“Ah, the dreaded monthly gamble of misery,” he teased lightly, sitting beside you. “What are the odds you’ll let me help?”

You groaned softly, not in the mood for banter. Aventurine chuckled and adjusted his glasses. “Relax, darling. I’m on it.”

Moments later, he returned with a tray: your favorite snacks, herbal tea, and a heated blanket. He even placed a small roulette chip on the tray for dramatic effect.

“Self-care by Aventurine. High stakes, maximum comfort.”

As he tucked the blanket around you and settled beside you, he gently massaged your temples, his touch soothing. “Now, tell me—what else can I do to make you forget about the unfortunate gamble of biology?”

Blade noticed your discomfort before you even said a word. The faint tension in your movements and the way you curled into yourself didn’t escape his sharp gaze. He approached quietly, his usual brooding expression softening.

“Are you in pain?” His deep voice carried a hint of worry.

You nodded weakly, clutching your stomach. Without another word, Blade retrieved a warm compress and sat beside you. His large hands were surprisingly gentle as he placed the compress on your abdomen and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him.

“I’ll stay until you feel better.” he murmured, his tone protective.

Blade’s presence was calming, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he held you provided unexpected comfort. Though he wasn’t one for many words, his actions spoke volumes.

“If the pain gets worse, tell me. I’ll find something else to help.” he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering resolve.

The usually composed and relaxed General Jing Yuan found you curled up in bed, wincing from cramps. Concern flashed in his eyes as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Ah, no wonder you’ve been quiet today.” he said gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You mumbled an apology, but Jing Yuan shook his head, his warm smile reassuring. “There’s no need to apologize. Stay here; I’ll take care of everything.”

He left briefly, returning with a tray of warm tea, a soothing balm for your cramps, and a small, fluffy blanket Mimi had been napping on. “I’ve enlisted Mimi’s assistance. Surely her warmth will help.”

Jing Yuan placed the tea on the nightstand and massaged your shoulders with care, his movements deliberate and soothing.

“Rest, my dear,” he said softly. “The Luofu can handle itself for a while. My priority is you.”

Moze wasn’t one for overt displays of affection, but the moment he noticed you grimacing in pain, he quietly took note of your needs. Without a word, he disappeared, returning moments later with a glass of water and pain relief tablets.

“Take these.” he said curtly, though his violet eyes betrayed his concern.

You thanked him, his stoic demeanor oddly comforting. Moze began tidying the room—a subtle way of distracting himself from the helplessness he felt seeing you in pain. When he finished, he surprised you by sitting at your side and placing a cold cloth on your forehead.

“Tell me if you need anything else.” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

As you rested, Moze stayed close, his presence steady and reassuring. He didn’t need to say much; his actions showed his care. Even in silence, you felt his dedication, the way he ensured everything was just right for your comfort.

[fisheito]

still thinking about those promo pics where they locked the tops and bottoms in separate rooms

[su-rodriguez]

just Bladie doing his eyeliner like the baby girl he is

[littlemisstrashcan]

idk about you guys but personally i would love to have a modern(?) hsr fic where kafka and himeko are divorced parents and stelle went with himeko while caelus with kafka. like parent trap but with a pair of racoon-ish teen twins, one have idgaf energy and one have adhd

...with a side of starch and dancae

[starcurtain]

A Very Specific Blade Fic I Want to Read

Every once in a while I get an itch to read a gen fic and those gen fics just never exist, so hear me out:

I want to read a fic where the Stellaron Hunters specifically need Dan Heng for something. It's, I don't even know, some Xianzhou Fanghu Vidyadhara nonsense that only a High Elder can handle or whatever.

It's convenient that they've got the Express on speed dial, but putting Blade and Dan Heng in the same enclosed space for too long is a big no-go for Blade's mara, so Kafka calls up Himeko and is like "Hear me out--what if we trade. We'll take your dragon boy for a few short days, and in the meantime, you all can keep an eye on Bladie for us."

Everyone thinks this is a stupid idea, but somehow it happens anyway.

And weirdly, Blade is a complete non-issue on the Express. As far as most of the Express crew know, Blade is staying in the visitors' cabin with the door locked and not even coming out for food. He might be dead in there, actually. ("Maybe we should knock?" "Let's give him some space, March.")

But there is one person on the train who is having a very, very different experience with their erstwhile visitor, and that's Pom-Pom.

Because every night, when everyone else on the train is asleep, Blade is wandering out of his cabin to come sit in the parlor car. The phonograph is playing low, gentle music, and watching the stars passing outside through the windows is strangely relaxing to the normally barely suppressed monster that is Blade's mara. He feels... calm.

But Pom-Pom, who sort of lives in the parlor car, is terrified within an inch of their life.

No one else is around!! Who is going to help protect the poor conductor if this Stellaron Hunter decides Pom-Pom would be good for a midnight snack?! Why's this guy gotta carry around a sword all the time?!

But when nothing happens and Blade basically ignores Pom-Pom's existence, the conductor starts to go from panicked to... well, a little insulted, frankly! How dare anyone ignore the train's highest authority?! Being conductor is a serious responsibility that commands respect!

"Y-You should go to sleep!" Pom-Pom is very proud of themself for plucking up the courage to give Passenger Blade some important life advice.

But "Hm?" is all Blade says.

Why, the nerve of this guy!

Thus begins Pom-Pom the great and illustrious Astral Express conductor's grand plans to improve the attitude of one Passenger Stellaron Hunter Blade.

It goes slightly better than you'd imagine. Blade may be a mara-struck death-seeking unholy magical abomination but he does have manners, okay? The bunny isn't hurting anybody. Its wrath can be endured. (Maybe Sam and Silver Wolf would like a picture of its puffy tail?)

At some point, someone in the Express crew definitely catches Blade petting a passed out Pom-Pom in his lap. No one knows whether or not Pom-Pom passed out from fear or fatigue, and no one is going to stay long enough to ask.

Basically, tl;dr: Blade visits the Astral Express and bonds with Pom-Pom of all people.

After the Stellaron Hunters' mission is over, Blade is now registered as a guest of the Astral Express. But he only ever comes in the middle of the night, broods silently for an hour while Pom-Pom chats his ear off, and then leaves.

That's it. That's the fic.

[mapleglazedpeaches]

blood? in my borne? sure. okay fine

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

UPDATE:

I've decided that since the companions no longer acknowledge us flirting with everyone that we are now canon poly

[nefertiti-fooling-fellow]

One of my favorite dynamics is partners-in-crimes, lovers but also best friends, enabler and the enabled, goofy silly dumbasses perhaps, and that Mal maze scene fed me VERY WELL.

[yourqueenb]

Ok I know we’re focusing on Mal rn, and I’m happy about that. But this right here would’ve been a great moment to give MC a chance to speak on how holding the team together affects her since he just commented on how hard it is. Like now you have a bit of an idea of how she feels, but you still don’t know the half of it because she had to come back, pick up the pieces, and rally everyone together again AFTER being kidnapped and held captive.

And I get that MC being gone was hard for Mal, especially since he’s my LI. But he still ultimately got to move on and pursue something he’s always wanted to do. Meanwhile MC went from saving her brother to saving the world to saving herself to being thrust right back into saving the world and her friends again!

[dominihilist]

it feels like we've seen every stellaron hunter at least one more time since kafka's last appearance EXCEPT kafka hsr if you want me to play ur game......

[boydswan]

かくしごと (2024)

[aventurineswife]

hi!! platonic welt dan heng blade and jing yuan with a collei-like teen!reader?

they were used as an experiment from a very young age, thankfully [insert character] rescued them, they also took them in but they were still traumatized from their time as an experiment,they are chronically ill which makes them weak and are scared of being touched due to their time as an experiment subject

To Guard a Fragile Flame

Tags: Welt x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Collei based/inspired Reader, Teen!Reader, Emotional Support, Trauma Recovery, Quiet Comfort, Protective Care, Found Family, Healing Journey, Gentle Reassurance, Unspoken Love.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Emotional distress, Psychological healing, Brief references to abuse/experimentation, Violence (in the context of protection), PTSD-related behavior (flinching, withdrawal, nightmares).

Welt had always been a man who understood the weight of responsibility, but when he took you in, it was a new kind of burden, one that weighed heavily on his heart. You were a shadow of your former self—quiet, withdrawn, constantly tense as if expecting a blow at any moment. Welt could see the trauma in your eyes, a pain he knew too well, though in a different form.

He wasn’t one to impose on others, but he also knew when silence was a gift. Welt made sure to create an atmosphere of calm and stability, not pushing you to open up, but offering quiet companionship. He often found you curled up in a corner of the room, lost in thought, hands shaking as you tried to make sense of the chaos in your own mind.

His way of offering comfort was subtle. He left books on the table, knowing you might read when you felt ready. He would sit near you but never too close—respecting your space. There were days when he would simply leave a warm cup of tea for you, a gesture of silent support, and although you never acknowledged it verbally, he could see the faintest flicker of gratitude in your eyes.

Welt didn’t expect you to recover quickly. The wounds of your past were too deep for that. But he would be there, for as long as it took, a presence of steady, quiet reassurance.

Dan Heng was no stranger to running from his past, but you—a teen, fragile and haunted by your own history—reminded him of everything he had tried to leave behind. He understood your reluctance to trust, the hesitation in every step you took, the way you flinched at sudden movements. He knew what it was like to be bound to a past that refused to stay in the shadows.

Though he often retreated into the safety of his own solitude, Dan Heng found himself instinctively watching over you, always present but never forceful. When you had nightmares, he stayed at a distance, offering a quiet, almost imperceptible reassurance with his presence. He never touched you—he had learned not to push, respecting your fear, knowing that time would heal nothing but only make the scars more bearable.

He kept your space safe, ensuring you never felt threatened. Dan Heng’s gaze was sharp, his movements slow and calculated as he guarded the Astral Express. He knew the world wasn’t kind, and though he didn’t always show it, he cared deeply for you. His protection was quiet, but it was unyielding—much like the calm within him that, even if you never truly felt it, was always there.

Blade had always been someone defined by his hatred, his desire for destruction, but there was something different about you, the fragile teen under his care. Your vulnerability—so raw, so unprotected—was a stark contrast to the deadly force he had become. You had suffered in ways that even Blade could not fully comprehend, a history that mirrored his own in its pain but not its rage.

He was rough around the edges, distant and cold, yet when it came to you, his demeanor softened in ways he never understood. He could see the fear in your eyes when anyone got too close, the way you shrank from even the smallest touch. Blade, a being of wrath and vengeance, found himself hesitating. His usual indifference toward others didn’t apply here. He would never touch you without your permission, but he made sure to always offer his protection in silence.

When you shied away from others, Blade was always there, a stoic figure who never forced interaction. But if danger came, his sword was swift, cutting through it with ruthless efficiency to ensure your safety. He was not capable of soft words or gentle comforts, but the one thing Blade could offer was his unwavering, unspoken commitment to keep you safe from harm.

Jing Yuan had always been a man who prided himself on patience, but when he saw you, the fragile teen, a part of him was filled with something much rarer: protectiveness. You, with your bruised face and shaky hands, were a stark reminder of the darkness he had fought so hard to keep at bay. You had been through more than any child should, torn apart by the cruelty of experiments. Jing Yuan knew how hard it was to carry such weight, even though he had never been subjected to the horrors you’d experienced.

He often found himself watching you, not out of concern for your abilities—though he did worry about your health—but because you reminded him of something precious, something worth protecting. He would approach you quietly, his calm voice always laced with gentleness, but never too forceful. His soothing presence was like a balm, an unspoken promise that no harm would come to you as long as he was around.

Jing Yuan never rushed you, understanding your fear of touch, always respecting your boundaries. Instead, he created a space where you could slowly begin to heal at your own pace.

He never asked you to speak of your past, but he knew that, over time, the warmth of your surroundings—his care—would be enough to allow you to start mending the broken pieces of your heart.

[fisheito]

If you tracked my eye activity on that bliss promo pic with the tops it would be something like this

Making a major stop at topper

Before crashing into a ditch (yakuya corner)

[mortemcatabasis]

Unused Walleye from a comm

[shirogane-oushirou]

keep thinking about (platonically, pre-dating) hanging out in ren's apartment until he gets home from work. he's exhausted, we're clearly doing one of our takeout-and-a-movie nights. he flops down on the couch next to me, limp like a fucking wet noodle, and i like. pat my lap and offer it to him.

he's in DEEP yearning territory -- very "god i want to so so badly but every relationship i've been in has crashed and burned and i don't want to fuck this up" -- so getting physically close is like a double-edged sword for him... but he takes one long look at my lap, goes "that's free real estate", and flops his head down. i start scritching his scalp. and after a few minutes of quiet chit-chat, his voice trails off and he starts kitten-snoring.

he wakes up later, and i've nodded off in the meantime. he should probably get up to order food, but he doesn't want to leave this comfy little situation we have going on. so instead of getting up, he just re-adjusts himself, reaches up, and slides my hand back onto his scalp to rest there. he slowly falls back asleep, basking in the comfort he feels around me, knowing he'd normally only feel this safe falling asleep around his sister and niece. <3

i'm also thinking about that tag-ramble i did forever ago of him, pre-dating, having some kind of dental work done and getting The Good Stuff™. and when i go to pick him up he's all loopy and flirty, and when he asks for a hug he uses the opportunity to pull me onto the hospital bed with him to snuggle and flirt even more, and i just OUHGGHHH i still. need. to make that a comic.