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dernier-mystere · 4 months ago

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! SPOILER WARNING FOR 2.5 UPDATE! READ WITH CAUTION ! summary: the yaoqing trio returns back to the yaoqing, though things are a little different, being an alchemist in the alchemy commission, you receive the instructions and diagnosis from the cauldron master of the luofu, lingsha, about jiaoqiu's condition and what needs to be prepared for him and his treatment plan. despite being someone who worked a few times with the healer, you find yourself assigning treatments to him for once, despite his stubbornness and negligence when it came to his own health. pairing: jiaoqiu x alchemist!foxian!reader (afab) warnings: slight gore, injury descriptions word count: 3.4k a/n: how are we feeling jiaoqiu fans? a mess? :,) me too <3 so we need some comfort yes <3 the idea is based on an idea oc that was an alchemist and as the xianzhou yaoqing is mostly foxians, it makes sense right? hope you enjoy it <3 sorry for the medicinal rambling too! sorry if this may seem ooc, I feel so rusty with writing these days... ^^; I plan to write some proper fluff, I apologise this isn't lovey dovey, if anyone has suggestions please send them please support me by following or sharing! it's much appreciated! <3 twitter/x: @derniermystere ao3: Dernier_Mystere

The diagnosis was almost painful to read, you knew the trio was reckless, and a part of you thought it would be the Merlin’s Claw that would come back with the injuries, not Jiaoqiu. Even Moze who lingered in the shadow of the General had his incident report of injuries, most of the events that had occurred on the Luofu remained on the hush, so unfortunately, it left you and numerous other healers in great distress when the commission received the outpatient details and care instructions for the pink-haired foxian. Toxins in the wounds have caused surrounding flesh to decay and atrophy… acute shock from severe blood loss…? Disturbed blood circulation from Tumbledust results in disturbed blood circulation, massive internal bleeding, neurological atrophy and optic neuropathy, leading to… blindness. These were just a few lines written in his injury reports, you felt your eyelids flicker in concern at the words, each description made your lips crease further into a frown, your heart wavering as you could only imagine the pain he would’ve struggled with in that short period, not only ingesting a lethal amount of Tumbleweed but also baring the injuries sustained by the Borisin Warhead, Hoolay. Not to mention there were found traces of Lupotoxin still present in his bloodstream, in short, he danced on the thin line between life and death, a second too late, and he would have died an agonising death.

As you sat in the cool room of your examination office, the rhythmic ticker a counterpoint to the steady hum of the medical equipment in the room still trying to convince yourself how Jiaoqiu remained in such good spirits, and oddly with a good appetite despite his situation… his calmness and sly exterior made you fear the worse, after all, he hid a lot of his emotions, using his fox-like smile as a mask to pretend all was fine, even if inside he could have been begging for a semblance of hope. Your e/c gaze flickered up to the Foxian who hummed softly, sitting on the examination table with a Gaiwan* in his hands, as he curiously took in a whiff of the scent of the tea, swirling it occasionally in his hand as he tried to depict what herbs were in it. “Not much to say honestly, I feel quite fine besides the fact, I have been told not to eat spicy food… it’s truly a torturous treatment,” his voice was calm, yet the mention of not being allowed to eat his favourite food made him click his tongue, one of his long ears flicking in annoyance, “But, other than that, I am quite alright,”

Your eyes squinted as you observed him talking to the pot plant in the corner of your examination room while you were seated on the other side of him, yet… you felt your insides soften that, he was still adjusting to his new condition after all. “Master Jiaoqiu, you know ingesting amounts of spicy food will only increase inflammation of your wounds.” You spoke softly, choosing not to comment further that he was talking to the plant rather than yourself. Jiaoqiu’s ears flicked in your direction rapidly, as he quickly adjusted himself to face the direction your voice came from, acting as if he knew the whole time you were seated there, it made you softly giggle in amusement as you slowly lit a stick of Dreambranch Incense in the office, in hopes of providing calmness to the mind during his routine follow up examination.

“You always say you’re quite alright to avoid unnecessary long appointments, who dropped you off today? Was it the Merlin’s Claw or Moze?” You teased, prepping the small station beside him with all the necessary tools and treatment needs. Jiaoqiu’s tail flicked in annoyance as he crossed his arms, followed by a tiny pout on his lips, “I will have you know, no one dropped me off, Thank you.” His tone was almost childish and petty, “I came as instructed by the Cauldron Master of the Luofu, nothing more than a routine check-up.” He clarified, yet the creases in his brows seemed to convince you further that someone made him actually arrive at his scheduled appointment. “For a healer, Master Jiaoqiu… you should always look after yourself before treating others.” You commented, your fluffy tail swaying behind you in amusement as you spoke, enjoying the small amount of petty banter with the Foxian healer who had left the field a while ago now. Being a long-life species, a mere few years seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, but when one formed friendships or any kind of relationship when they left or moved on, it felt as if they had left for centuries, this was no different to Jiaoqiu. His sassy nature and his usual greeting with a cunning smile were oddly something you missed, but deep down, you knew the losses on the battlefield tore and ate away at his heart, leaving nothing but emptiness, a path of Nihility to creep in. Some days, you found yourself sitting on the stairs of the commission, looking at the fake night sky of the Yaoqing, wondering if your research and treatments meant really nothing in the end. Countless patients slipped between your fingers like sand, no matter how hard you tried to grab the delicate granules, it would still slip through. The many nights where you prayed to Lan or any aeon to hear your pleas and silent begs to help a young patient that was slowly succumbing to the effects of Mara, the way their limbs twisted un-naturally, root-like appendages growing from his body like a deformity as they slowly lost their mind day-by-day, yet none of them cast their gaze on you or your pleads… they always replied in a numbing silence. You felt his pain… you sympathised with his feelings for those who were lost in battle… You could treat a thousand patients, but what was the point if they returned to the battlefield and lost their lives in the end… was their sacrifice in vain? These were the many questions that went through your mind on a daily, and something you assumed most alchemists thought.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you shook your head to dismiss the darkening thoughts, you forced yourself to read over the letter submitted by Lingsha. As written in his treatment plan, you were to clean his wounds with Pathovore bugs, before applying liberal amounts of medication and dress them up firmly. As well as take a deeper examination of his blindness and relay any suggestions to her for possible treatments of his blindness. “Well, I know you want this to be done quickly, so I will start with the treatment of the wounds, Master Jiaoqiu, then if possible, I would like to examine your eyes…?” You asked hesitantly, your h/c ears pinning back against your head as you cautiously asked him, you honestly didn’t know why you were nervous, it was your job… but he had only recently just lost his vision, was it a touchy subject? Or maybe would flat-out refuse and say it was nothing.

Jiaoqiu simply remained silent as he continued to hold on to the delicate clay cup, he gave the tea one last sip before he gently pressed the edge of his hand along the surface of the table to confirm he could safely place his cup upon it, “Why are you concerned, Y/N? it’s your job after all. Do what you need. For once, I am simply the patient, and you’re my healer now, are you not?” He spoke up, turning to face in your direction, though you could hear the slight hesitation laced in the last few syllables of his words but you slowly nodded in reply, not that he could see it.

The initial examination was rather simple, you had to look over his wounds, the deep lacerations on his chest, the state of his collarbone, checking him for any signs of Lycanthropic symptoms which came in the forms of excessive hair growth, elongation of the canine teeth, hostility (namely to Foxians) and a heightened increase of Lupitoxin which are evident in a blood rage. Further examination of his red blood cell, Platelets and the protein count in his plasma, to gauge how well his blood would coagulate over time, while the effects of consuming Tumbledust has significantly lowered the count, he was slowly making progress as there were some improvements. While it wasn’t much, it was better than none…

“So far, you seem to be on the road of recovering… slow, but I am sure we can get there eventually, there has been a minimal increase in your plasma counts, and platelets, but not much to say you can return to handling sharp objects… I am hoping you’re not, Master Jiaoqiu, and you have no signs of Lycanthropy so that rules out any further conclusion of you becoming a borisin.” You explained, all while scribbling on his patient forms that would be sent back to Cauldron master Lingsha, and further approval by Head Alchemist on the Yaoqing, Yingyue. “With this, I would like you to be placed on a higher dose of anti-inflammatories, to help reduce the swelling in your wounds. That, or need I remind you that you are not to ingest spicy foods, Master Jiaoqiu.” You slowly raised a brow at him as he turned to you, pulling out his fan that was underneath his alchemy commission uniform that he had removed so you could treat his injuries. He delicately fanned himself a few times, before hiding his lips behind the coloured feathers.

“I would never betray the doctors’ words, no knives or spicy food here. Are you insinuating that your patient ingested spicy foods? Y/N you wound me… I would never,” He stated with a cunning smile pulling at his lips behind that fan, his tail swaying behind him as he took in the results of his examination. “But is it really my fault that Moze had hotpot, I couldn’t turn down such a request, even Feixiao was there.” He soon added, nodding his head innocently as his ears twitched in your direction.

“So you did have Spicy food, is that what you're telling me?” You pressed, raising a brow as he kept fanning himself, concealing his smile.

“I never said that, I just said that Moze might have offered it to me. But as such a good patient, I never touched a drop. I instead had to sit and watch my so-called friends enjoy a hotpot in front of me, it was quite cruel, really…” His fluffy ears drooped down, as he dramatically acted as if it had taken a toll on him that he couldn’t have some. Your expression fell into a deadpanned glare as he kept innocently fanning himself, humming all innocently, you knew that this sly foxian had made the hotpot himself and threw the blame at Moze to get off any kind of lecture. You feigned a sigh in defeat as you allowed him to win at his little game, “Alright, whatever the patient says… but know your slight increase of white blood cells, and redness on your laceration tells me otherwise,” You simply pointed out as you began working on removing the now loosened bandages around his shoulders and chest, you had seen your fair share of injuries and wounds, but the deep claw marks along his chest with lingering parts of decaying flesh seemed to leave a deep pang in your heart… reading about his injuries were bad enough, but seeing them in person was just as bad.

The audacity he had as he simply hummed in reply and with a nonchalant shrug, “I have no idea what you’re insinuating here, doctor,” He added, placing his fan down to reveal that sly fox-like grin, as he lifted his head proudly, more so that you could work on his wounds better. But upon sensing your concern with his wounds, Jiaoqiu slowly fell into silence as he turned away, “This is nothing. I can handle this, there is no need to look at me with… pity.”

You felt an all-familiar annoyance stir inside you as if small flicking flames lapped at the insides of your chest as your movements slowed down, “It isn’t pity… it was concern Jiaoqiu when the incident reports were handed to us, it was worrying… especially when there was no news or context from the Luofu. I knew something was covered up, and it involved Hoolay, something for sure went wrong… it may not be my place to ask what happened, but… You shouldn’t bare yourself to a wolf's fangs… and ingest Tumbleweed… even if you had a plan.” you whispered, gripping the bundle of bandages in your hands that you had removed, “You could have died, then what-”

“I would have died fulfilled and content, Y/N.” He cut her off, a heavy sigh ruminating from his chest as he still refused to face you entirely, his brow furrowing in annoyance as he refused to accept your concern for him.

“Would you really say that?” You pressed, your shoulders slouching as you continued to remove the last of the bandages to fully observe the wound in its entirety. Yet unlike before, you weren’t phased, instead, your heart simply felt like it was crumbling at his words. However, Jiaoqiu remained silent when you pressed him, his ears folding back a tad, it was a sign that you were right in some way. Despite the deafening silence, you continued to work on him, applying the Pathovore Bugs onto the rotting parts of his wounds, all while she delicately ran her scalpel over the unhealthy flesh to promote excess skin growth. Jiaoqiu grunted softly, leaning back onto his arms as he tried to push himself through the uncomfortable sensation, he didn’t want to be seen as weak or vulnerable, even though he was the one knocking on death's door. Yet his stubbornness to admit anything or the fact that for once he required treatment was unyielding, even when he was in pain.

The silence continued to hover between them, once playful banter turned to a darkened cloud of tension, but, Jiaoqiu managed to face Y/N once more, parting his lips as he tried to find the words to say something, “Why do you care so much. Don’t they say laying your life out on the path of the hunt is a blessing…?” He managed to whisper out, his voice almost weak and one could even say vulnerable. Y/N glanced up, but unlike the look of annoyance or a frown, she offered him a compassionate gaze, “We are both healers, different kinds sure, but in the end, we are here to help those in need. I know you have lost many patients, as have I… I may not have been through or seen what you have on the Front Lines… but we share the same burdens of what we do is the right thing…” Your voice was soft, yet anyone could hear the way your words seemed to break through the ragged breaths you took in as you tried to formulate each word with sincerity, “But… we… no, you shouldn’t allow yourself to go through such measures… General Feixiao is already strong on her own, and your patient can only go as far as they can if their healer is also healthy, I have seen too many people die over nothing to claim they did so in the name of The Hunt… but it felt like they were throwing themselves away.”

You gently removed the bugs, placing them in a glass beaker as you kept talking, “As I said… I don’t know what happened on the Luofu… but I know, you shouldn’t have risked yourself at such a high stake. There is always an alternative, another way to do things, picking the dangerous path isn’t always the right way.” You whispered, head now falling downwards as your ears drooped once more. You had seen so many soldiers come back from the battlefields injured and proclaiming proudly that if they died, they did so for The Aeon Lan, but, it more so felt like they were throwing themselves at the denizens of Abundance without another thought of a better strategy. Y/N slowly bit on her bottom lip as she continued with the treatment by applying liberal amounts of the ointment onto his wounds, before securely wrapping them up in bandages.

During the quiet moment as Y/N worked, Jiaoqiu found himself sighing once more, shaking his head as his expression softened slightly to that of contentment. “You might have been right, I could have found another way… but I made it, did I not?” He replied in a lighter tone, even if you swatted his side with the flick of your fluffy tail, “You’re just as reckless as the Merlin’s Claw, she is rubbing off on you. You know… there would be a lot of people upset if you had died… I am sure even Moze would be upset in his way… you may have been fulfilled as you say, but what about the others that care for you?” you added, making sure that each one of his wounds was fully covered, before you soon sat back in your chair, your mind also wanted to add ‘what about me?’ yet, you didn’t. The Foxian offered you a sad smile, as he turned to the direction of the pot plant, “You’re not wrong, Y/N.” He reluctantly whispered, his voice holding a sense of vulnerability yet again, each word spoken like a prayer, with an ear twitch he turned back to you, this time with a more genuine smile.

“I am sure you would have been deeply hurt. To think during your training you said you hated me and my spicy food you could smell from a mile away…” His demeanour shifted to his usual self, sly and jabbing, which seemed to stir you up, evident as your tail swished around in annoyance as you finished up with his wounds, giving him the space he needed to change back into his clothes. “Stop being snarky… you seriously need to take better care of yourself.” You huffed as you turned to clean your instruments, all while he resumed fanning his delicate face once more, his soft pink hair flowing with each motion of his fan as he continued that same mocking smile. “I know. I can’t promise anything.” He hummed, for once he spoke truthfully, “But, I will do my best, I have no guarantees.”

“That's all I wanted to hear, Jiaoqiu.” Your shoulders eased up and relaxed at his words, her heart feeling ever so lighter.

“You know, you dropped the formalities halfway, this is quite intimate, Y/N, I am almost flattered, after many years and now you call me by my name and not Master Jiaoqiu,” As usual he tried his best to get under your skin, still calmly fanning himself. He expected you to retaliate or shoot back another snarky comment, yet you did something that surprised him… You gently hugged him, wrapping your arms around his lower torso to avoid touching his wound, as much as he wanted to open his eyes in surprise, the Foxian instead felt his expression melt into a soft fondness, one that wasn’t all that often seen. “You were that worried?” He finally admitted, moving one of his hands to delicately brush against your back soothingly.

“Just promise me you will be more careful next time,” you whispered faintly, near one of his long ears that twitched at your words, his tail swaying side-to-side.

“I can’t guarantee anything… but, if I get hugged like this, I might consider it.” He purred, still fanning the two of you with his fan, blissfully unaware of the edge of the fan catching a lit with the sizzling of fire lapping at the tips. Jiaoqiu quickly moved the fan to stop the fire from continuing with a silent huff of annoyance, “Maybe we could even go for some hotpot sometime?”

You wanted to say he wasn’t allowed spicy food, but you were content from his words, you simply hoped that one day, he would take your words to heart, if not for your own sake, but maybe for those that were close to him…

#jiaoqiu x reader #jiaoqiu #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #foxian #x reader #y/n #x y/n #hsr jiaoqiu

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moonofmercury · 2 months ago

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Moze is initially apprehensive about your and Jiaoqiu's relationship. Not because you're not good for him. You are. You make him smile, you make him laugh, you bring him fresh groceries when he has a hard time leaving the house, you make sure he doesn't just rot in bed all day (although you happily join him for this too). But as Moze comes to acknowledge his past, as he understands more about what it means to have people to care about and who truly care about you, he realizes how hard it is to live without people who mean so much. And if something happens to one of you, will the other survive?

It leaves Moze feeling confused. Is this jealousy? That losing one of you might mean losing you both, without care for what happens to the rest of them.

On some level, you all live dangerous lives, even if Jiaoqiu doesn't work for anyone but Feixiao anymore and diviners are fairly well guarded when they are near the battlefield. Moze knows it won't happen yet, that you are not yet so tied together, but he worries for Jiaoqiu and his fragile heart.

Moze remains his reticent self when Jiaoqiu talks about you, or when you talk about Jiaoqiu. You are undeniably good for him, and Moze can, with fond begrudging, admit Jiaoqiu is good for you too. And slowly, Moze's apprehension transforms into a more worn, tired worry touched with curiosity.

For so many years, stronger feelings have felt burned out of him. With no one to respond to his cries, they had died before they could lay half-formed in his chest. And although it is a gentle thing, the love between you and Jiaoqiu is strong enough to make Moze unsure. All he can do is keep you alive when he can. For Jiaoqiu's sake. He's not willing to let a thing like love keep you all from sharing the life you have been given.

#hg.post #jiaoqiu #jiaoqiu x reader #moze #hsr #i think moze's feelings around romantic love are complicated at best #it's like he doesn't understand it #but “love” or “devotion” was one of the things used as an excuse to harm him in the past #so he immediately sees the danger in it #one of the side quests has you meeting an elderly foxian man who lost his wife #and a heliobus is both trying to understand and alleviate this man's guilt #if you're with him long enough #I think it's safe to say Jiaoqiu would become a shell of himself if he lost his mate #he's getting better at it #but he has a heart capable of incredible empathy and love #and it's what makes him fragile #loss touches him very deeply #and i think this coupled with his rather glib attitude nominally puts moze off #they care about one another #but moze (who had to suppress many of his emotions and tears) also is perplexed #from the margins #midnight posting

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notpixl · 4 months ago

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Feixiao takes care of you!

Y'all didn't even leave crumbs it HASN'T EVEN BEEN A WEEK 😭

GN!Reader, as per usual. Maybe some made up stuff since I haven't made it to 2.5's story yet ☹️

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> You?! Sick?! Injured, even?! That's two words she doesn't like being paired up with you!

> Holds Jaioqiu by the collar or on a call. He's her only hope in having a chance to save you.

> You've only caught a cold? Or that it was just a minor cut? That's good! She doesn't want anything way worse than that!

> Spoils you like a child when you're in a bedridden state like this. A bath? No worries! Some food? She'll bolt towards the nearby store, even checking out everyone's groceries to speed things up! It isn't called a General Store for nothing!

> But when everything's settled and it's just the both of you laying in bed... she silently hugs you, almost trembling.

> You're her bundle of joy, bringing her these newfound moments in life since all she's ever known before meeting you... was the battlefield.

> And seeing you in a state like this... breaks her heart.

> But her worries would ease away when you ruffle her hair with a small smile on your face.

> She stays silent for a little while before breaking a smile as well.

> Yeah... maybe... maybe things will be better tomorrow.

> Her embrace tightens, leaving you with an adorable looking Foxian as she soon falls asleep with a smile on her face.

> And even if your illness is gone she's sticking with you like Gum! That way no one will harm her Beloved!

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My ahh is running out of ideas and I feel like the end was rushed 😭

At least I managed to feed you guys with something before I leave again 🥲

Gimme requests or smth BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH-

#hsr x reader #feixiao x reader #WE LOVE FOXIANS #AND YOU SHOULD TOO

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aventurineswife · 3 months ago

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aventurine x deaf/foxian reader please i am KNEELING

“Love doesn’t need words; it only needs understanding”

Summary: In the bustling casino lights, Aventurine encounters you, a deaf Foxian who sees beyond his charming, risk-taking facade. Through unspoken gestures and shared glances, you connect, forming a bond in a rare, vulnerable moment under the stars.

Tags: Fluff, Aventurine x Reader, Deaf!Foxian!Reader, Slow Burn, Casino Setting, Silent Communication, Vulnerability, Flirty Banter, Quiet Moments, Emotional Connection

A/N: I decided to do both in one, so enjoy!! 🤭💖 Also bestie you can stand up now, no need to kneel anymore ahaha💀

The bustling lights of the casino flashed in tandem with the rhythm of the music, creating a surreal, mesmerizing atmosphere. But for you, it was the silence — a quiet, familiar presence that hummed just beneath the glittering surface. Being a Foxian, your keen senses always picked up the energy of spaces and people, even if you couldn't hear their sounds. And tonight, your senses were drawn to one particular figure across the room.

Aventurine, with his blond hair, striking eyes, and an easy, confident smile, was magnetic. He had a way of exuding charm that made everyone take notice, and his presence had captivated you from the moment he entered the room. The Senior Manager of the Strategic Investment Department at the IPC, one of the Ten Stonehearts… he was someone you’d heard much about, but the reality was far more intense.

You adjusted your earpiece translator, grateful for the clear view of Aventurine as he approached. Your heart skipped as he caught your eye and smiled, striding toward you with the unhurried ease of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

The first time he spoke, he leaned in close, allowing you to read his lips.

"Good evening. May I have this game with you?"

Your fingers twitched with anticipation, and you gave a playful, if shy, nod. Aventurine’s fingers brushed yours as he led you to one of the card tables, and you couldn’t help but admire the striking details of his attire. His dark coat, adorned with a roulette wheel on the back, and the feather earring that gleamed beneath the casino lights — everything about him felt carefully chosen, deliberately layered to create an aura of mystery.

With smooth confidence, Aventurine placed a set of cards in your hand. His gaze held a subtle spark of challenge, as if he was daring you to guess his next move. But even with no sound between you, communication flowed effortlessly; you’d learned that words weren't always necessary when there was a deeper connection, one that you’d felt between you two since the day you’d met.

As you both played, Aventurine leaned in from time to time, lips mouthing words in a way that felt just for you. He'd mouth something teasing, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to call his bluff. Though he knew you couldn’t hear his tone, his expressions spoke volumes. Your tail(s) flicked with excitement as you tried to keep up, savoring his slight smirks and delighted looks whenever you managed to surprise him.

"Are you a gambling person, fox?" he mouthed, smiling as he watched you process the question.

You tapped a card thoughtfully, glancing up with a gleam in your eyes, and mouthed back, “Only with people worth the risk.”

Aventurine’s expression softened, a rare vulnerability appearing on his face for just a moment. It was in these brief exchanges that you saw a glimpse of the real Aventurine, the man behind the polished smile and the meticulous facade. His fingers brushed over yours, lingering, a silent thank-you for seeing him — really seeing him.

As the night went on, Aventurine led you out onto the casino’s balcony. The air was crisp, and the stars glimmered overhead, a quiet contrast to the frenetic energy inside. You both leaned on the railing, side by side, as you pulled out your comm device. You typed a message, one you were nervous to ask, and showed it to him.

Do you ever feel lonely in your world of high stakes and strategy?

Aventurine looked at the words thoughtfully, the soft light casting shadows across his face. For a moment, he seemed taken aback, as though you’d asked the one question no one ever dared. But then his eyes softened, and he nodded slowly.

“Yes,” he mouthed. “But not tonight.”

You held his gaze, understanding the unspoken weight in his response. Aventurine turned to you, reaching out to gently brush his fingers over the small fox pendant that hung around your neck.

Then, he mouthed something, a simple phrase that made your heart race: You’re my good luck charm.

You didn’t need sound to know he meant it. His fingers intertwined with yours as you felt an unspoken promise in the way he held your hand, grounding you both in a moment of rare honesty.

For Aventurine, life was a game of endless risks. But here, under the starlit sky with you by his side, he found something he never could have expected — a quiet haven from the high-stakes world he’d built around himself.

#hsr #honkai star rail #x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr aventurine x reader #fluff #deaf #foxian #slow burn #casino setting #silent communication #vulnerability #flirty banter #quiet moments #emotional connection

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linkemon · 4 months ago

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Kalopsia (Jiaoqiu x Reader)

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ᴋᴀʟᴏᴘꜱɪᴀ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ. ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ 2.5.

Jiaoqiu stood on the cursed balcony.

He sadly realized that the balcony was not at fault. It was cursed only because he was standing on it. He and his thoughts, from which he wanted to escape, even if he couldn't.

The earth beneath his feet seemed to be his only connection to the world. And yet, in addition to touch, he had hearing. He twitched his furry ears. Jiaoqiu heard the familiar sound of footsteps. The rustle of clothes in the wind. He was like a prisoner about to be executed. Like when Hoolay had held him captive and he wasn't sure if he would ever be free again. With his heart beating wildly, Hoolay could easily end his life in a matter of minutes. And now, everyone was safe. Everyone Jiaoqiu loved was still with him.

He would do it again. He didn't regret the decision he made. Even though the pain of the poison tore his body long after he had taken it. It would tear it apart and put it back together just so it could destroy it again. Maybe that was why it was so hard for him to get up and just live now because he had partly accepted then that he wouldn't be going back. The fight was over. General Feixiao would take care of everything. He was the only one left in the place, with the darkness everywhere.

He had never noticed how beautiful Xianzhou Alliance looked. Until now, it had simply been a ship full of people. A place he moved around. The sight of which he only sighed over on exceptionally beautiful days, when the light swept over the wooden planks and the wind stirred the red bells. But now it seemed even more beautiful to him. Just like [Reader]. The one whose footsteps he heard from afar. Things we can't have always look more beautifull than they actually are.

She walked so wonderfully unaware. Rejoicing that Jiaoqiu was still there. In a few seconds, she would see. Everything he would never be able. Eyes wandering in search of a light he would never see again. Hands desperately searching for the railing that would let him know he was only a few steps away from the abyss. Ears catching sounds because at least he had hearing left. What she wouldn't see was his heart. Shattering into glass fragments. Into mosaic patterns that could never be put back together. Because once you destroy it, even if you try to glue it, it would never be the same.

He knew what she would tell him. That it didn't matter. She would be sympathetic to his condition but it wouldn't change how much she still wanted to be there for him. How could he explain to her that this changed everything? Every plan he had for the future that included her. All the moments he had put off. The later that would never come. Not everything could be done the same way without seeing.

What was it like to imprison someone? But not in the way Hoolay had. Back then, Jiaoqiu hadn't wanted to be in the place where he'd been imprisoned. What was it like to imprison someone at their own will? To stay and take away some of their life's opportunities. Because that's what he would have done if he'd stayed. But was it in any way his decision? Why would he have taken away [Reader]'s free will? He should have just said so and let her decide. Thinking that way, he was only slightly better than his own tormentors. He wanted to strip her of her right to choose.

Jiaoqiu had been hiding his face behind a fan for many years. To prevent his opponents from knowing his movements. Many thought so. He tried to make it look that way. But the truth was that the device was there to block himself off and cover him. From everything that tormented him around him. If someone can't see you, they won't see through you. They won't understand you completely. You won't have to worry then. It's hard to hurt somebody if you don't know where to aim. At that moment, he really wanted to take a set of red feathers in his hand and cover his heart. So that no one could ever hit it again. He didn't have to cover his eyes. No one would see the glow in his unconsciously moving pupils anymore. They were dead.

He felt naked. And not just in a metaphorical sense. It was as if someone had ripped the fan out of his hand and with it his clothes. Even if he covered himself with the thickest blanket brought by the guild's merchant ships from the other end of the galaxy, he would still be aware that he was wearing nothing underneath. He should think positively. That's what he always told everyone who left the clinic. Sometimes he even scolded people for complaining. He had shouted too loudly a few times. The fox wanted to tear his hair out. Jiaoqiu was a doctor. He shouldn't think like that. Who was he if he couldn't practice what he had been recommending to his patients for so many years? He wanted to curse the entire world. Even if it had been his own decision that had led him to where he was now. He would do it again and yet some human part of him hated him for what had come of it.

He took a deep breath. The ocean breeze filled his lungs. He wished he had more time to come to terms with the consequences but deep down he knew that probably no amount would solve the dilemma. He had to gather his courage and throw down his fan. He would have to say it. Give her freedom to choose and ask if she would willingly give it up. For him.

He pricked up his ears. A few more seconds.

Three.

Two.

One.

— Jiaoqiu?

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n0tamused · 7 months ago

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He's too pretty..

He got me grinding all events in a day.., He and Ratio's LC are mine.

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yunxi-11085 · 2 years ago

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foxian caelus (previous life) x Dan Heng

note ; (Dan Feng is Dan Heng's previous incarnation) he will be refered to as ying yue = his chinese pinyin

tw ; some of the characters may or may not be OOC I'm writing this sleep deprived no beta so good luck 🤞

it's been a week since I last opened Tumblr (ignore the times I went here to look at fics made by others instead)

if you didn't know already! foxians live 300-400 years and according to xianzhou standards; they're a short-lived species. fun fact : yukong is 246 years old meaning she's a kinda old lady now!

I don't know whether to refer caelus to his chinese pinyin name (qiong) like I would with Dan Heng's (ying yue) because I don't think readers would be familiar with it 🥹

let's start then??

"ying yue?" a familiar voice said, it was soothing to his ears as always.

"mhm?" the vidyadhara asked. looking up at the gold eyes of the foxian. sometimes— the dragon might find himself lost in those pretty, gleaming pupils.

"the tea is pleasant, truly isn't it?" the silver-haired man smiled. ying yue felt his heart flutter at that. it was no fair that foxians had the most beauty in all, or every species.

"of course, these are the new tea leaves that are popular as of now" the vidyadhara replied, tapping at the teacup. the foxian hummed, unconsciously his furry tail wagged while his eyes sparkled. it was no surprise when the latter absolutely adored the dragon.

the dragon followed the motion of the tail and smiled, it was adorable when foxians are excited.

qiong, smiled back. he leaned in, while his hands reached out to caress the latter on the cheek, the dragon leaned into the touch.

"it's no fair vidyadharas are so pretty" he mumbled aloud, the mentioned man laughed and replied "if vidyadharas are pretty, than foxians are heavenly"

the silver-haired flushed red at that comment, he huffed covered his face with his hand.

˚ · .

the two chatted on and on that time passed so fast, and it was already time to leave.

qiong mentioned he needed to do something, and no one should accompany him

"make sure you come back safe and sound, qiong"

"I will always come back silly" the foxian laughed like what the dragon had said was a joke.

but—

this time, he didn't come back

the vidyadhara could only wait centuries apon centuries— yet the only thing that remained was that charm. a small little charm that could only be hung on your necklace

˚ · .

a black haired man boarded the astral express, named Dan heng. he was quiet and reserved, and was very secretive about his past. he bore earrings with— a certain charm

when a silver-haired boy wakes up in the herta space station during a crisis,

Dan heng freezes for a second when he saw him— although Dan heng is reborn as well, he still has some memories of his past life. including ones of a certain silver-haired.

no, he shouldn't be thinking this right now. someone's life is at stake here. when he attempted CPR, before they even touched— he awoke

Dan Heng realizes—

caelus doesn't remember, he looks at Dan heng straight in the eye with no reaction and just curiousity— unlike Dan Heng's memories, where a long silver-haired foxian looked at him with affectionate eyes. calling out to him with a somber smile on his face.

he recalled that it was the last time he saw the silver-haired foxian

the more times they spend with each other, the more Dan heng wakes up in cold sweat when he recalls his past

in fact, these memories could mean something. Dan Heng felt his dragon instincts pop out more often than it should be, the times he had to swallow a growl when a stranger— leaned too close for his liking to caelus.

maybe this is something he could stop. but not when the two are alone in a room, the dark haired man couldn't help but bite and mark the smaller and take him as his own.

during the trip to xianzhou, when Dan heng reunited with the 3. march wanted to take pictures with a few props, it was a new stand he recalled that tingyun put up for trailblazers and travellers like luocha and the astral express.

"Dan heng?" he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the person who called his name. march

"look at caelus! isn't he so cute?" he looked at caelus, who is now bearing— fox ears headband on his head.

he freezes, it's almost like a common occurance to remember his past life because of a certain silver-haired boy.

that day, only the silver-haired could comfort him

okay I might be going a little crazy but I saw a Twitter fanart and I had to write this

I think this just counts as imagines?? I don't have time to write a whole fic so here's smth ig😭 sorry if the pacing is weird I'm slepy

I might plan to write more for the foxian caelus x Dan Feng part because I felt like I wrote too little

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