#honkai starrail x gn reader

[maplleaf]

Two tries, One success

[Gepard Landau x gn!reader]

Working as the manager of Mechanical Fever's famous bassist isn't as bad of a job as many would think. Serval originally wanted an assistant to sort out her workshop's data, but after seeing how you matched energies with her, she offered the position as Mechanical Fever's assistant not long after being hired.

It's good; your pay doubled and your boss is great as a friend and as an employer. It's been a year since working for Serval and you've never looked back in regret. You even got the chance to befriend her younger brother, Gepard.

Although recently, the two siblings have been acting strange.

At first Serval asked about your type, you answered the question by saying blonde, since at the time you find a blonde hair color attractive.

Then only a day later, Serval had to 'take leave' in the middle of the day; saying that Pela asked to meet her regarding some scheduling with rehearsals. Despite you not remembering Pela mentioning anything of the sort when seeing her yesterday...

Since she is your boss, you brushed it off. The workshop doesn't have days where an influx of clients would come in anyway. Additionally, current clients' orders are all finished and it's just a waiting game for any of them to pick their items up.

No Serval, no work, not even cleaning. The only thing moderately interesting is the plant you brought here as decoration for Serval.

In conclusion; you were bored as hell that day.

Which is why when the door opened, your body straightened up as a reflex; thinking it's one of the clients. Surprisingly, you were met with the sight of Serval's younger brother. A rush of excitement and joy hit you, almost subconsciously.

"Gepard? Serval didn't mention you coming here," you pointed out. As captain of the silvermane guards, he's usually busy with work. "Did you left something last week?"

The blonde didn't answer right away, in fact his eyes are looking at everything but you. "No, uhm, Is my sister not here?" Gepard asked, finally turning towards you.

"Nah, she said Pela wanted to talk to her urgently earlier," you answered. "I can tell her you're here though," you raised your phone as a way to tell Gepard how you could tell Serval about his visit.

"That... isn't necessary," he almost stammered, even to the point where you noticed. "Did my sister bring that in?" Gepard pointed to the plant beside you.

"I did actually. This old fella' looks like it fits in this place," your hand grabbed the small plant's pot, shaking it lightly as if it's talking. Using a voice for the plant, you began to talk for it like a puppet. "That's right, it was so cold out there."

Gepard chuckled at your antics, "you must take good care of it." He heard you hum in response, "if your sister did, she might sing it rock music for bedtime."

After you placed the pot back down, Gepard took a deep breath before spilling his true intention. "Are you perhaps busy this Saturday?" The Landau sibling had a light red dusting on his cheek, something blocked by the darker lighting of Nevermore workshop.

You raised an eyebrow at him in interest. Saturday... Mechanical Fever shouldn't be having any performances that day and the workshop is closed; leaving you with an open spot. "I'm not, why'd you ask?"

"I was wondering if we could..." Gepard's word trailed away, his blue eyes looking at yours with a strange gaze. It's beautiful, his eyes, like the carved geomarrow at the Everwinter Monument, but somehow more beautiful. It's mezmerizing, truly.

"...could teach me about plant management. I've been trying to take care of mine as a hobby, but they don't usually end well," Gepard finishes his sentence.

The room stayed quiet for a moment, though in Gepard's mind it's louder than all the concerts he's seen his sister performs. The silence ended when you chuckled, then laughed.

"Sorry sorry," you managed to muffled out. "It's just, Serval's been mentioning your 'hobby' for awhile and I didn't expect you to come to me for help," you leaned back against the chair with your arms crossed, "How about at noon here? I can ask Serval about opening the workshop for the day, sure she wouldn't mind if it's for you."

Gepard straightened his posture as a reflex, though his face does hold a certain embarassment that you didn't pick up. "Sure, I'll be glad," he smiled. "I think I'll have to go now, my break isn't long."

The blonde leaves the workshop in a hurry, not even hearing your words of parting. You found it strange how he behaved that day, and many days after to be exact.

The second time one of the Landau siblings acted weird was when Mechanical Fever's performance had just ended. Many people were asking for a photo or even signatures of the bandmates, especially Serval.

Since it all had technically wrapped up, you sat by the bench nearby to recharge from watching a fun yet exhausting performance. The air of overworld's Belobog is much colder in the evening, even with geomarrow heaters everywhere.

Your hand rubbed against eachother for heat and friction. It'll only be a short while until the band properly wraps up and have a little celebration in Serval's workshop. Though that short while felt like eternity when all you could feel is the eternal winter's air saying 'fuck you warmth!'

"You okay there?"

You looked up to see the familiar charming captain, his face full of worry. The thought of Gepard worrying made you conflicted to wether feel happy or guilty. "Yeah, just chilly," you responded, bringing your heated hands to your face for more warmth.

"You didn't bring a jacket?" Gepard asked, sitting right beside you. "It's usually not this cold at the evening, but winter has its ways."

"Well fuck whoever made this winter," whilst rubbing your hands again, you slipped out a few words of annoyance at the current state of temperature. Realizing the rudeness, you couldn't help but feel guilty, "sorry."

"It's fine but," Gepard looks at your sorry state and thought about it for a moment, leaving you to wonder what's in his pretty little head. Your thoughts stopped when he took off the white and blue scarf of his uniform and slid it around yours.

"Here."

You wanted asked what was he doing before feeling the heat. It's so... warm. Is this what he feels everytime going in the fragmentums filled with cold air? No wonder he could stand in a fight for so long, this thing is comfortable.

"You are an actual lifesaver, Landou," your almost trembling voice muttered, quickly relishing in the warmth that his scarf had given you. Gepard on the other hand felt his eyes being stuck on your figure; the snow of Belobog definitely made you look more ethereal than usual.

Gepard took a few moments before the spur of the moment outweighs his worries. "A new place opened up near Goethia hotel, I was wondering--"

"(y/n)! Hurry up, we're heading to Serval's," the pianist of Mechanical Fever yelled out, uncaring of the other people surprised at his sudden voice.

As the assistant of the band, you were already used to this by now. The blonde beside you is not used to it; and if that pianist is a fragmentum monster, he would've thrown a punch right then and there.

"Sorry, could you say that again?" you tried to ignore the pianist's wails, focusing on Gepard more considering he's not yelling at you.

"Right," Gepard coughed to ease himself back in the moment, "this wednesday, I was wondering if--"

"(y/n)!"

You winced in annoyance as that pianist's voice filled the streets of the district. Seriously, you hope Serval can knock some sense into the guy about the great knowledge that is patience. Seeing as he would probably keep yelling your name until you yield, your priorities had to change.

"Sorry, Gepard, could you continue that another time? I'm afraid a certain someone wouldn't shut their mouth if I don't come," you scoffed, side-eyeing the person in annoyance. Gepard looks at you with disappointment, a face you've never seen before.

"It's fine," the blonde answered, though when he sees you start taking off his scarf, his gloved hand prevented you from properly taking it off. "Just take it, you'll get cold on the way."

You raised an eyebrow at him unsurely, "... won't you get in trouble for giving this to a civilian?"

Gepard shook his head, instead gently tightening the scarf. "I have another at home," he brushed it off before backing away from you. "I'll... see you on another day."

The next day, you overheard a few guards talking about their Captain Landau; and how he seems to be missing a part of his uniform.

The third time is when Serval asked a specific question when you two were working. A client had given her an antique click to fix earlier on, the device taking over Serval's focus for the past two hours. You on the other hand had to sort out this month's profits and data regarding clients and business related items you two bought for the month.

"Say, what do you think of silvermane guards?" the blonde bassist asked you before extending her hand up to you expecting a tool. You naturally took the screwdriver and gave it to her, eyes still focused on the laptop.

"They're... fine," you answered. "What's with the random question?" Serval shrugged her arm, taking off her glasses as she leaned back and rested her eyes. Another fixing job for a complex antique done, it's amazing how someone could keep an object for a long time without realizing the broken gears it has.

"Everytime we go out to buy parts, you always glanced at the silvermane groups when they passed," the flinch coming from you became an answer to her assumption. Serval leaned on the table in front of her, blue eyes scanning you for any hints, "Interested in one of 'em?"

Seeing as lying would get you nowhere with the engineer, you took shaky breath, "just one."

Serval's eyes lit up like stars, "No way! Care to spill?" you averted your eyes from your boss' enthusiasm, finger tapping on the wood as a way to calm yourself. Even if she is your friend, it doesn't ease the nervousness.

"Well..." your voice trailed out.

"And what was the answer?"

Serval sighed, "said I knew the person." Her younger brother slumped down, tapping his feet for every half a second. "C'mon, we narrowed it down to a blonde and a silvermane guard I know! That's a pretty good chance," Serval tried to cheer him up, which sadly didn't do much.

"That doesn't narrow it down to one person," Gepard pointed out. At first, he noticed you sneaking glances when he was ordering guards near Belobog's alleyways. It gave him a hope that maybe this isn't unrequited; a hope that's lost the longer he thought about it.

"Maybe I should cancel it, I can't ruin our friendship because of this."

Serval smacked her brother's head lightly in a scolding manner. "Hey, I thought us Landau are hardworking and determined. You can't just give up now," she reminded him.

Even if Gepard's hesitance did stop for a moment, it didn't stop him from feeling nervous. Serval waited for her brother to speak up, her arm crossed on her chest. Gepard recalled how long he had been trying a confession, four weeks. Four grueling weeks and three tries of trying to ask you out in any way he could think of only to fail each time.

The first time he got too nervous when looking at your eyes gazing at him. The fear of rejection and making that look turn into something bad made him scared.

The second time one of Mechanical Fever's band members interrupted him. Maybe it's The Aeon of Preservation's way of telling him fate doesn't allow this to happen.

It's complicated; so many variables that caused him to worry over what ifs. For starters, his sister is your boss, then he might not even be your type personality wise. Gepard is usually a confident person, but something about you just makes him nervous all the sudden.

"What am I supposed to do?" Gepard asked, wanting some kind of advice from his carefree older sister. Serval sighed, leaning against her table to wrack an idea from her head.

"Tomorrow morning, I asked (y/n) to take care of the workshop since I have plans with some friends," she told him, "Try shooting your shot then, and don't chicken out this time."

Gepard thought about Serval's idea, ultimately considering it a good enough plan. "Sounds great. Thank you, sister," Gepard stood up properly after giving his appreciation to Serval.

A part of him feels guilty for falling with his sister's assistant. He didn't even realize he's falling for someone until he's already too late.

The blonde sighed, he can only pray to Qlipoth that you won't hate him for this.

After Gepard said his goodbyes to Serval, the cold air of Belobog hits him. Thankfully, his uniform made it so he's not feeling cold, but usually geomarrow heaters around the city would lessen the drop in temperature. He should've told his sister to fix the broken heater outside.

Unbeknownst to him, you were just done buying flowers from the shop near Nevermore workshop. Your hand clenched onto the bouquet of flowers hard as you noticed a familiar blonde in front of Serval's workshop.

The dark lighting that roams Belobog's night made it so he probably didn't realize it's you there. Even so, he did hear footsteps approaching him. "Gepard! Didn't expect to run into you," you greeted him.

"Oh, (y/n), hi. I was just visiting my sister," Gepard answered, your voice instantly making him nervous. He noticed the item you're carrying; a bouquet of sunshine flowers. From his hours of studying how to do gardening as a hobby, he also learned some of the meaning of flowers.

Sunshine is a flower that means "warmth and love of light" for the people of Belobog. He doesn't know if you knew what those flowers mean, but something inside his mind is causing him to feel scared.

Though, remembering you were still here, Gepard quickly swallowed that feeling in favor of being your friend. "Are you heading home?" Gepard asked, receiving a nod from you.

"Yeah, gotta take care of the workshop tomorrow," your hand held the bouquet slightly tighter. "Actually, do you mind walking me to my house?" your voice had a hint of hesitance to it. "I... still have your scarf from last time."

Gepard smiled at your worries. Yes, he did get questioned by his superiors about it before being given another scarf, but honestly, he didn't mind it since it results in your comfort. "You don't have to worry about that, I have another one."

"No!"

The sudden change of tone caught Gepard off guard, as you usually never raised a voice unless it's needed. Looking at your regretful expression and the hand nearing your mouth made Gepard think it wasn't fully intentional on your side either.

"Sorry, it's just," your words came into a stutter. "I want to take a walk with you tonight, is that possible?"

Gepard didn't know what to say in an instant, almost stuttering himself. Though, he does answer fast in fear you might think he feels reluctant to. "Of course," he answered, "Shall we go, then?"

"Yeah," you swallowed a lump in your throat and walked closer to the captain.

The walk is a relaxing one. Due to Jarilo-IV's eternal winter, weather at night have always been colder than at day; even with the heaters. Droplets of snow covered the both of you as the walk continued. Gepard is the first to break the silence, bringing up the flowers he noticed.

"Those are sunshine flowers, right?" he asked. "Yeah, I bought it for a friend," your voice almost seemed to hesitate on the last word. "It means love and warmth from what I remember."

Hearing you say that gives the knowledge to Gepard that you know the meaning of it, and if you're giving it to a friend then it means you feel some sort of love or warmth for the friend. That left a bitter taste in his mouth when he thinks about it.

"Warmth and love of light," Gepard added, when he sees your eyes looking at him in curiosity he felt the need to explain. "I've read some additional details when learning how to do gardening."

If it weren't for the barely lit street lamps, he would've been caught with a red face. "Love, huh..." your muttering were loud enough for Gepard to hear. "Have you ever been confessed to?"

Your question made Gepard wonder what to answer. If he were to say yes, does that lower the chances of you accepting his confession. But if he were to say no, would you really believe him?

"A few times, though I never really accepted them," Gepard side-eyed you, trying to pinpoint any kind of reaction. He could see your hand holding onto the bouquet tight, even so he doesn't know if it's due to nervousness or just from the cold.

"I see," your voice trailed out. The walk continued on quietly, but it's not awkward per se.

For Gepard, his mind is clouded with doubt for tomorrow's plan. If he were to be planning a confession, he would ask for some kind of advice from someone he knows well. For him it was Serval, but maybe for you it's him.

Before either of you could realize it, you two are already in front of your home. "Looks like we're here," Gepard said unsurely. He isn't exactly sure if you would give back his scarf or not, considering he rejected the offer earlier.

"Right," you took a deep breath before turning to face the blonde, your movements as stiff as a robot. Your hand held onto the bouquet with shaking fingers, eyes unsure where to look but eventually locking to Gepard's blue ones.

After a moment of silence and you biting your lips to form words, any words, you finally spoke.

"You are a wonderful person to be around, I always enjoy talking to you even if it's just for a few minutes," your voice is low, scared even. The fear of losing someone causing hesitation between each words spoken.

"And you might feel otherwise, but fuck, I want to be selfish just this once." You took in another breath of air to prepare yourself. Your arms extended towards Gepard, offering him the bouquet of flowers. "I like you, like really like you."

Your voice trembled, but not because of the coldness in the air but the warmth that slowly crept up to your head. Heartbeat going louder than any of Serval's performances.

Gepard's own state isn't far different than yours. His mind slowly processed your words as his cheeks is engulfed in a light pink hue. For almost a month he was worried every time he thought about it; head slamming against the wall thinking on what to say and what to do for a confession.

"It seems you did what I was planning to do."

His hand took the flowers, happiness written all over his face expressed by a soft and endearing smile. "I feel the same way, for awhile now to be exact," Gepard took a deep breath before letting out small chuckles of his own.

"Sorry, its just nice to see that I'm not alone," his admittance made you laugh yourself. It's good that your house doesn't have many street lamps in front of it, or else the two of you might've been exposed for the redness in both of your faces.

It's strange. Just a moment ago the cold air of Belobog had started to settle in, but now all you could feel is the wamrth coming from your own face. Though, after properly processing Gepard's reponse you realized the opportunity laid properly at this moment.

"I have a ticket-- sorry, two tickets, to the Golden Theater next week at 12. If you're free, we could go together," your voice came back happily, glee and excitement coming from the tone.

"Like a date?"

Your eyes lit up as Gepard continued it for you, hearing it as a confirmation that he might be okay with the idea. "Yeah, like a date."

"Of course, I would love to," Gepard answers, his beautiful smile still brightly seen even with the dark lighting. Your face mirrored his, still nervous as hell, but happily nervous.

Realizing the time, you felt bad for making Gepard stand in front of your home for so long. "Great! I'll see you another day then," you argued with yourself for a few moments before going with the nervous adrenaline telling you what impulses to do.

Matching yourself to Gepard's height, you dropped a small kiss on his cheek; causing the blonde to be caught off guard as his face heats up more.

"Can't wait for next week," you muttered loud enough for him to hear before bolting to your door to avoid any chances that he'll see your state; an obvious nervous wreck. As you entered your own home, mumbles of questions leaves your mind, all relating to your actions not even a minute ago.

Meanwhile, Gepard is left still in front of your home dumbfounded and processing what had just happened. His eyes darted to the bouquet again; yellow petals looking back at him, giving him hope for what comes in the future.

[yurinaa-world]

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

“How was work?” You brightly smile helping Gepard

take off his armor “Same as always. You don’t need to bother to help me take off my clothes” he blushed, and you could feel his warm face “Well I don’t mind!” You hum, your hand going up to fix his hair.

 “Could I have a kiss, please? If it’s not too much.” You ask bluntly watching his cheeks turn pink “You say it so bluntly..” “What's wrong with asking for a kiss from my husband.”  Your lips curl into a playful smile, taking your hand away from his hair and going to cup your cheeks. Gepard breath hitched, and you watched him lean in closer, but he was a bit shaky, “no pressure.” You softly cooed “I would like one.”  You smiled hearing his words.

 you gently press your lips to his. Gepard melted into the kiss.  You pulled back and rested your forehead on his, both of you were breathing lightly, “I’m happy now.”

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

2023 Christmas Special

Just General Headcannons about spending Christmas with Blade

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🎄 Right off the bat, let's get this out of the way. Blade won't exactly be filled with holiday spirit. This man has been through some shit and no amount of spiced cider or jolly carolers will make him feel comfortable enough to be carefree. However, that's nothing that your love can't sooth. So grab your Blade and give him some extra tender love and affection this holiday season.

🎄 I don't think that Blade would really see the appeal of Christmas as a whole. In his eyes, the holiday is simply about giving gifts, eating specific foods, decorating your house and wearing ugly clothes. Of course, family is also a major part of Christmas but he doesn't think about that on a once over. But, Blade is a reasonable man, so he's open to letting you explain all the non superficial parts of the holiday.

🎄 Let's start with the tree. Personally, I don't think that Blade has much of an opinion of what kind tree to use. While a fake one would definitely be more convenient, he'd like the to have the full holiday experience for his first Christmas with you; so he'd get a real tree the first year. I don't think he'd cut it down himself, maybe get someone at the tree lot to do it since he's never done it himself before. Blade will make you help him set it up in the house though; now matter if you've got noodle arms or not.

🎄 Okay, I think that the best course of action for decorating your Christmas tree with Blade would be to make homemade ornaments with him. It's hitting three birds with one stone; you get to spend time with him, you can show him a Christmas activity you can do together and you get reusable ornaments. I think his favorite ornaments to make would be any of the one's that you can put little photos on or into. The first ornament that Blade made had a picture of him and you decked out in winter gear and standing in front of your newly bought Christmas tree. As for lights, I think that he would prefer the traditional green and red lights over solid colors and rainbow colors.

🎄 Decorating the house is a bit of a hassle when it's with Blade, the poor guy gets cramps in his sides from raising his arms for so long. Make sure to get a step stool next year, okay? For him? Anyway, I doubt that he'd be willing to decorate anywhere but the living room, so your out of luck when it comes to the yard or the outside of your house. Maybe Blade would get a new welcome mat or hang a wreath but that's it. When it comes to the decorations in question they'd probably just be silver and gold tinsel maybe a few paper snowflakes, but nothing much.

🎄 Christmas sweaters? Christmas sweaters. But the question is; can you convince Blade to wear one? Weeeell, maybe. It really depends on his mood to be honest, though if you catch him in a good one you can get him into a sweater. I think that he'd like one with a simple design instead of something really loud and complex; like a grey sweater with a simple snowflake embroidered into it. The ugly ones though? Absolutely not. Blade may be incredibly touch starved and very depressed, but he still has taste. He will wear Christmas socks though, he really likes those; warm, soft and comfortable.

🎄 Let's talk Christmas dinner! I don't know if it's just me but I feel like Blade can put away quite a bit when he's feeling up for it, so try and make a nice variety for him. I feel like he'd be the type to not let different foods touch and that he'd eat the entirety of one thing first before moving on to another. I don't know, he just gives off that vibe. As for his favorite Christmas dishes? I feel like Blade would really like roastbeef with slow cooked scalloped potatoes. For a side, I think that loaded bacon mac and cheese 1would suit him well and for dessert, a slice of pecan pie and a nice serving of struffoli.

🎄 After dinner, you should show Blade the joy of making cookies and gingerbread houses. I actually think that he would do a pretty good job of baking, and by that I mean kneading the dough. You'll let him help decorate the cookies once they're cooled though, right? And he will decorate them; he'll even frost a little gingerbread person to look like you. Though they may not be perfect, they do smell devine, so don't mind him sneaking a few out of the corner of you eye. Don't call him out either, you have no evidence and he'll never admit it. Blade is actually surprisingly mediocre at building and decorating his gingerbread house; he's too worried about how sticky his fingers are getting and how much icing is in his hair to pay attention to the fact that his gingerbread sheets are crooked and piping is kinda wonky.

🎄 Moving on, let's talk about movies and songs! I firmly believe that a favorite of Blade's movie wise is Home Alone surprisingly enough. I don't know, I just think that he has hidden gremlin energy that only expresses itself when he watches light hearted but violent shit. Also, I think that he'd like that the mc is so clever to think of and set up all the traps and such. As for favorite Christmas songs.... I actually don't think Blade cares for any of them in particular.

🎄 Let's talk gifts! If I'm being completely honest, I doubt that Blade would buy you anything. But! He he would still gift you something. His gift would either be something handmade or something that he found on a mission that reminded him of you. No ifs, ands, buts or in betweens. I believe that Blade would also like something personal and handmade, it would make the gift feel that much more sincere to him. Something like a scarf, gloves or socks would be perfect. You could carve or paint him something. Hell, even a woven bracelet would warm his heart. As long as it was made by you he'd be happy.

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[onmysundaybest]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 . . .

(📄) dish contains: jealousy (obviously) (sunday), fluff

(🖊️) owner note(s): aw man i made this on a saturday :(

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘’𝐬 selfish, greedy, and such a control freak…

…but inside him is a loving, caring boyfriend who you started dating out of your own free will; so really, what does that say about you?

it was night, the streets still busy as you were sitting with your beloved eating a quick dinner. it was a rather rare occurrence, but welcomed nonetheless.

peaceful conversations and periods of silence were exchanged, until—

“(y/n!)” someone called out behind you. turning your head, you see one of your longer-lasting friends rush up to greet you, wrapping his arms around you as you do the same.

sunday's wings twitch in annoyance.

“i've been swamped with so much work recently, we should find a day this week to hang out!” you say, stepping back from the embrace.

“not this week, love, remember?” sunday suddenly stands, placing a hand on your shoulder. “my schedule this week is freer than usual. i’m sure you two can meet up some other time.”

your friend freezes up at this.

you send a small glare at your love. “oh, that’s right. um, i promise we’ll schedule something soon. for now, would you like to eat with us?”

“actually, i’m still kind of busy… but it was nice talking to you again! i’ll see you around!” and he dashes off. the goodbye you meant to say died on your lips as you sighed and went back to sit. at least the seats outside were vacant, given it was near closing time. but still, the bystanders walking around certainly got a show.

well, now that he’s gone…

“sunday.”

“what is it, dear?” he faces you, innocent eyed and stoic faced, hinting at framing a confused look.

“don’t use that pet name on me. you know what you did.”

“it’s not my fault—”

“‘not my fault’ my a—”

“—it’s not my fault that he was being too touchy with you.”

you stop yourself from rolling your eyes before softly saying, “you were jealous.”

“how could i not be?” he said in return, intertwining your fingers together.

you kiss his cheek. then, cupping his face with your other hand, you let your lips rest on his. you feel him begin to smile before he uses his free hand to pull you closer.

when you separate, you can’t help but gaze into those golden, hazy eyes of his with the light— very light— dust of red adorning his face.

“better?” you whisper.

“not quite.”

[azewritessillystuff]

Illusion in shattered glass 

An: I promise I’m working on reqs but this was already in my drafts so 💙 I need more Mr. Reca content so I decided to make some! He’s a character with alot of potential 🫶🏼

A dream is just a nightmare you do not want to wake up from.

Inspiration: I can’t find the post anymore but there was a post about someone talking about Mr. Reca erasing his darling’s memories every time he confesses that to try to achieve perfection, if you find it plz tell me and I can add the link 💙 

An: I didn’t reread or review it so it might suck, but I did add effort. First few chapter are skip-able ish if your impatient. 

Summary: A picture perfect love story directed by Penacony’s greatest director.

Except it isn’t perfect.

You don’t remember any bit of this so-called ‘story’.

Because you-

—CUT!—

TAKE ONE 

“I love you, y/n.”

     “!?-Mr. Reca-I-do too…”

    Directors notes: Disapproved! Adding a title in the acceptance just makes there seem to be a distance or unfamiliarity!

TAKE TWO

“Ah. Y/n. I do adore you.”

         “-Reca…? In a platonic or a romantical way…?”

Director’s notes: Disapproved! The way in which y/n still must ask the intent of those words making them seem dense whilst they have much more intelligence then most actors.

TAKE THREE

“Y/n. Will you marry me?”

       “Gasp. I-ofcourse, Reca…!”

Directors notes: Mhmm…getting better! But it should be perfect! Therefore disapproved!

TAKE FOUR

Disapproved!

TAKE FIVE

Disapproved!

TAKE SIX

Disapproved!

TAKE SEVEN

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TAKE EIGHT HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT

————1—————

Mr. Reca slammed his fist on the table as he re-watched the records for the nth time. “Ugh. Disapproved…disapproved…Y/n deserves only perfection, not this dogwash!” He cried, cupping his face between his hands in frustration, mumbling under his breath. “No…no…no….” He murmured, why was this so hard? He was the greatest director in the world! Why couldn’t he properly direct his own love story,..?

Yes, yes, he had tried all the cliché proposals and confessions, flowers, letters, even using a cat to carry on his letter. So what was missing in his grand vision of this ‘perfect confession’!?

———2———

{{This chapter is to give depth to the reader and extra interactions. Skip it you want though somethings may be a bit confusing 💕}}

“What I think of Mr. Reca…?” You echoed, tilting your head in confusion. This was…not what you had expected your friends to ask you during your truth or dare game. “Yeah! I heard you rejected him before!” They gasped excitedly, one of them bumping your shoulder and giggling, covering their mouth. “No. I never did that. He’s just my boss. Those are just rumors.” You clarify, shaking you head with a shy smile. You’d never reject him. Well, you’d never reject him if he asked! But that was just most likely your brain too full of those telenova romance movies you binge watched over the weekend. You looked down to your hands and shook your head lightly, trying to wipe those thoughts from your brain. “Anytyywwwaaayy…. y/n!” Your friend called, pointing at you, already seemingly forgetting their previous question, “You didn’t answer the last question, so you better answer this one!” They chirped in their usual bubbly manner, happily shaking your shoulder like a needy child. Oh no. They had a mischevious glimmer in their eyes. “Tell the truth…why do you only hang out with us in the dreamscape!?” They demanded, huffing while crossing their arms dramatically. Your pulse unknowingly quickened, but your expression was still positive. “I just am too busy outside of the dreamscape. Nothing secretive. Now….F/N!” You smile and point at your other friend in the same matter as the latter, grinning, “Truth or dare?”

———3———

Mr. Reca sat on his desk, Assistant Director across his lap as he went through script after script after proposal after proposal. How boring. It would be a hundred times more interesting to be spending these wasted hours with you. But oh well. Duty called, much to his chagrin. What an artistic block. Almost all of the scripts these days lacked individuality and creativity.

All but lacking stories with a totally predictable ending, boring characters and poorly suggested visuals. The director eventually ran his patience through, crumpling the paper in his hands and throwing it across the room in absolute irritation.

“Mr. Reca…? Are you alright?” You called, knocking on the door after you had heard his exasperated grunts. “Oh, y/n! Please, please, come in if you wish! of course I am alright!” He called, his mood already being lifted by your prescence and concern. As soon as you opened the door he ushered you in and had you seated on the couch in the far corner of the messy room in a matter of seconds. You glanced across at him akwardly, only given a few moments to settle where you sat before Mr. Reca began talking endlessly about the films he was working on, the potential-less stories and manuscripts he was forced to read and a lot of his day. In truth, most of it went over your head, merely keeping up your part of the conversation with the bare minimum occasionally nodding and throwing out “Mhmm”’s “Er-yes…” and “Totally.”

———4———

“Y/n. How do you feel today?” Mr. Reca smiled, drapping his jacket across your shoulders. Even though the weather in the dreamscape was hardly cold, today felt a bit different. “A bit…cold…” You offer, snuggling into his warm jacket and hunching slightly. You looked up to see Mr. Reca with a sad smile, which surprised you. “Is…something wrong?” You asked, looking at him with a concerned look. Mr. Reca never usually showed sadness, but now his expression also held something you never thought was possible for him.

He looked…in grief?

Before you could open your mouth to ask him again, Mr. Reca looked you straight in the eye, his hands clasping together nervously, “Y/n…I love you.”

Your brain could hardly comprehend that. You stared at him for a while, wide eyed and your mouth half open when you finally remembered to swallow. You looked down and turned to him with a joyful smile, “I do too, Reca.” Mr. Reca returned your smile, though it still seemed like he was thinking of something else. You put a hand carefully on his shoulder and hesitantly kissed his forehead. “Is there…something wrong?” 

You were met with some silence, which seemed incredibly heavy, not something you would expect the atmosphere of a confession to be like. You knew what was wrong. You did. 

But you didn’t remember. 

And you can’t remember why.

“Wrong? No. We are actually following the ‘right’” Mr. Reca finally replied, shaking his head whilst forcing a smile. He pulled you into an unexpected embrace, burying his head into the crook of your neck as his shoulders seemed to sag. “And in the will of fate we can never be together.” 

You stared at him, though you weren’t confused. Yes, because this happened before.

Eight hundred and eighty eight times, to be exact.

This was what the aeons had written in both your destinies.

“Yes…yes…”

“Because you never existed in the first place.”

———5———

Mr. Reca was now hugging his empty jacket, devoid of the warmth it used to hold. 

And he cried.

It had never gotten easier to accept every time that you were a mere memory zone meme.

A fragment of his consciousness and the embodiment of his wish.

Salty tears fell one after the other in a bitter waterfall as Mr. Reca bit his lip, trying to regain his composure as his breath hitched and more tears spilled.

It was an ironic, almost funny thing

The missing piece in his ‘perfect confession’ had always been you.

———

TAKE EIGHT HUNDRED EIGHTY NINE

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[gh0st-onesh0ts]

Flufftober 2024!

Note- No requests will be done/taken during this month

Day 1: dr rato

day 2: Moze

Day3: Argenti

day4: welt

day5: Aven

day6: Gallagher

day7:Geperd

day8: Aven

day9: Jing yuan

day10: Dan heng

day11: Boothill

day12: argneti

day13: Moze

day14: Luocha

day15: Geperd

day16: Jiaoqiu

day17: Dan heng

day18: welt

day19: Jing yuan

day20:Sampo

day21: Gallagher

day22: Aven

day23: Argenti

day24: Luocha

day25: Dan heng

day26: Luka

day27: Dr ratio

day28: Blade

day29: Sunday

day30: Boothill

day31: Sunday

[antimatterz]

Hi! I really like your self aware au, could I request Jing Yuan, Blade and Dan Heng(IL) seeing reader crying over Simulated universe swarm disaster? ( it's kicking me in the ass and I'm stuck at difficult 2 :') )

SIMULATED UNIVERSE: a literal disaster

jing yuan, blade, dan heng (il), gepard x gn!reader

summary: you struggle with the new swarm disaster event while you cleared the rest of honkai: starrail's content with ease, how to they react?

cw: self-aware au, comfort

enyo's note: i combined two requests because they were very similar, i hope that's okay! also this was so relatable, i strongly dislike swarm disaster 💀

her personal taglist: @hiraethsdesires

content under the cut | masterlist

jing yuan

honestly, i can see him being amused at first.

you never really struggle with anything in the game – even the hardest boss battles won't get you and your team down.

so seeing you struggle like that with the new swarm disaster event, that's a rare sight and he just can't help but find your little fit of frustration kind of cute.

but when it gets out of hand, his amusement is quick to fade away. tears form in your eyes when you fail the challenge again and now the general gets worried.

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks as you exit the simulated universe. there is no playfulness in his voice, only worry.

you shake your head. "i don't know what i'm doing wrong."

jing yuan helps you through this tough event to the best of his abilities. he tries a little harder in battle, going past his own limits to get the job done. he gives strategic advice and coordinates the rest of your team alongside you, like a true general.

to him, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, he's proud of you for not giving up immediately. he's there to catch you after another defeat and celebrates with you when you finally clear a new difficulty level!

blade

he definitely shares your frustration.

not a part of him is entertained by your struggles. if any, he's just as upset as you are. when the two of you work together, nothing ever goes wrong. then why can't you get past the swarm boss?

but even now, his soft spot for you resurfaces when you tear up in sheer frustration. another defeat. another failure. you just want to give up. to shut down your device and punch a wall. although blade is more than ready to commit a sin as well, he tries to keep his cool for you.

"let's try again," he growls, tightly gripping his blade. "i'll bring those bugs their demise."

every time you want to quit, he convinces you to go on, and blade keeps pushing his boundaries just to get you through another level.

defeat only fuels his fire, and he won't rest (and won't let you rest) until you clear another difficulty.

because he does everything for you.

dan heng (+ imbibitor lunae)

as a nameless in his human form he already tries his hardest for you. he knows you are frustrated and so is he, limited by the aforementioned human form.

he doesn't really show it, he doesn't complain. he just stays quiet and does his very best, urging you to move through the various panes with a silent nod.

dan heng hates seeing you struggle, especially since he knows you got through the game's previous content without issues. he's also quite confused, why is this so difficult?

okay, at some point you start noticing his frustration too, as he grows a little reckless during fights. there's anger in his usually solemn gaze as he goes on.

yet, regardless of his own frustration, he still consoles you after every defeat, pretending to be confident in winning at some point even though he isn't confident at all.

so when he gains access to his vidyadhara form, unlocking a newfound strength, he goes all in again, just for you – with newfound hope.

it actually goes better now, but as you reach the swarm it proves to be quite difficult still. but he convinces you to not give up, no matter how many attempts it takes.

when you finally clear a new difficulty level, you might even catch a faint smile. "you did well, y/n."

gepard landau

the captain of the silvermane guards always gets you through whatever the game throws at you. with his strong defensive abilities, he keeps your team shielded and alive in the hardest circumstances.

so he's slightly caught off-guard when your team keeps dying in the new event.

while he writes it off as an unfortunate coincidence after the first few defeats, he seriously starts doubting his capabilities when your team dies again. he doesn't show it but he's secretly afraid that you're disappointed in him for not keeping the team alive.

but his will never falters and every time you try again, he too tries harder and harder. even when you get so frustrated that you're about to tear up, he motivates you to go at it regardless because he wants to make it up to you.

"we got this, y/n," he speaks resolutely.

'giving up' isn't in his vocabulary, so he too pushes his own limits. but it pays off, because you make it past the swarm boss at some point and clear the difficulty level you had deemed impossible.

gepard is so relieved that he prove his worth again; he got you and your team through a difficult challenge, successfully fulfilling his duty.

he's proud of you, and please tell him you're proud of him as well!!

[officallunar]

Horns of destiny: Honkai starrail

Context:

This fanfic is where the reader have horns like Danheng in his imbibitor Luane form but the readers horns are those upright horns and isn’t as sensitive,so the reader thinks that Danheng’s horn also work like that (lol)

Warnings: none

Another og idea 🥳

Gn!reader x Danheng il

In the bustling world of Honkai Starrail, a mysterious anomaly had occurred. Our protagonist, an avid Starrail player,which is you, had awakened one morning to discover that you now possessed a pair of upright horns, just like Danheng in his Imbibitor Luane form. Unlike Danheng's exquisitely sensitive horns, these new additions were surprisingly less delicate.

Curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but wonder if Danheng's horns functioned similarly. You decided to embark on a quest to unravel the secrets of Danheng's extraordinary horns. To do so, they first needed to get closer to the enigmatic Imbibitor Luane himself.

As luck would have it, you found yourself participating in a Starrail competition where Danheng was a key player. During a heated match, you strategically positioned yourself next to Danheng, your heart pounding with excitement. As the match intensified, you couldn't resist reaching out to touch Danheng's horns.

The moment your fingers made contact with Danheng's sensitive horns, a surprised gasp escaped Danheng's lips. His cheeks flushed crimson, and his normally composed demeanor faltered for a brief moment. Unconsciously, his serpentine tail, usually coiled gracefully behind him, wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer. (Oh my goodness)

The silence between both of you was electric, the tension palpable. It was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in that suspended moment. Danheng's breaths were shallow, and his heart pounded in his chest.

Finally, he cleared his throat and turn to walk away in embarrassment,hoping you will forget this ever happened. (Go ahead tease him about it)

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After reading a bunch of fanfic on him I decided to come up with this questionable idea,anyways you can use this idea all you want.It’s also my first few fanfics so it’s not the best.

[breedbun]

☁️(⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠) × breedbun! 🐰🍓

🚫‼️fem-aligned blogs, fujos, DNI!!

๑⁠♡˖⁠꒰⑅⁠꒱ what i will write; 🩷💫

genshin

honkai starrail

jjk

male/ftm/amab/gn reader

found family/familial

platonic

oneshots

imagines

smut

fluff

angst

full fics

SOME kinks (eg. breeding, bondage, size diff)

my ocs x reader/oc x oc/ ocxcanon

self indulgent

dubcon

men

homosexual relationships‼️‼️

🦴🪷 ; what i won't write ! ꒰⑅⁠꒱˖♡๑

rape/non-con

romanticising mental illness/abusive relationships/health issues

incest

racism

homophobia

underage

minors

fem/mtf/cis afab reader (not my thing!)

wlw relationships (occasionally, but not my thing!)

top reader (not my thing!)

weird kinks (eg. poop, piss, racism, etc)

anythn weird or gross

„ what i usually write ! ” ★

genshin

hsr

twinky ass reader

kinky shit

self indulgent

gay..

amab reader

size diff, breeding

smut

fluff!

@breedbun 2024 ⟩⟩ 🐰🍓💫

[nanamisbitch]

@nanamisbitch

₊˚⊹♡ GENERAL

⊹ do not share my work on any other platform. do not copy, edit, modify, translate or repost my work.

⊹ this is a jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact and honkai starrail based blog + I write nsfw and sfw content on a 50/50 ratio

⊹ my sfw is gn!reader and fem!reader while my nsfw is fem!reader or afab!reader

⊹ all characters are aged up if minor, in nsfw (exceptions can be made: dorm room setting)

⊹ requests are open always except on rare days (all requests will be done just slow posts!)

⊹ English is not my first language, please please inform if any errors are noticed!

⊹ most of the work will not be cross-checked

₊˚⊹♡ DON'TS

⊹ no character x character, only x reader!

⊹i will not write male!reader, amab!reader, non binary!reader

⊹i will not write nsfw for female characters

⊹ sub!characters are avoided

⊹i will not write for: albedo, Bennett, gaming (sorry I didn't participate in the event!), mika, xingqiu, aoi todo, Kiyotaka Ijichi etc.

⊹ absolutely no incest (+step, pseudo), necro, minor x adult, anal, pet play, food play!

₊˚⊹♡ otherwise ask your heart away sweetheart!

©nanami's bitch 2024 do not modify, repost, translate on any platform

[sun4ki]

“ You got those eyes that drive me crazy “

“ i got eyes to watch you sleep . . . “

❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀

Fandoms i write for:

ZZZ (Zenless Zone Zero)

HSR (Honkai: Starrail)

GI (Genshin Impact)

ᨏᨐᨓ RULES ᨓᨐᨏ

✩

➻ by all means, i ONLY do non men x non men.

➻ I only do fem/afab/gn!reader and NOT male!reader

➻ I do NOT want men interacting with my acc

➻ if you are a homophobe LEAVE MY BLOG aswell

➻ this blog is only for sapphics and supposedly a safe place for the members of the LGBTQ+ community.

༆ Please know if you’re going to be mean i WILL be mean to you aswell

༆ Men being dumbasses who interact with my blogs and go to my asks i WILL be calling you a piss/bitch boy

✵

༺⦇REQUEST RULES⦈༻

༺ i do NOT write for minors, the things i write is mostly smut so its a no go for me

༺ like i said i do NOT do male reader

༺ male cannon characters is a no go for me too

༺ when you request something, be polite. I do NOT want someone demanding a fic/drabble/hc from me and think i would do it from how impolite you are.

༺ ABSOLUTELY NO TO INS3ST, P3D0PHILIA, OR EXTREME KINKS LIKE P!SS KINK. IT WOULD MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE.

༺ i have dyslexia and adhd (and slight autism) so please be patient with me

༺ for now i only do hsr characters but i can also do genshin characters as long as its a woman you’re requesting

𒆜 IF REQUEST DOESNT FOLLOW THESE RULES I WILL DELETE THE ASK.

[maplleaf]

《 Spark 》

[Boothill (HSR) x GN! Reader]

Boothill is a leaked char, but no story spoilers. Just his general vibes from the leaked pics I saw.

Very short too lol, I'm trying to get my motivation back for the dr ratio fic

"Ouch, can't ya' be a bit gentle, Spark?"

Your brows furrowed at the remark and nickname. The sound of mechanical parts malfunctioning is heard clearly, all due to the work of your hands.

"For the last time, I'm not a fucking mechanic. You just keep on insisting I fix you up," you scoffed, but still trying your best to somehow fix his arm. "And what does Spark even mean?! I told you I don't know any of your slang."

Boothill laughed, "why don't you ask your family fellas?"

The half cyborg could see the shudder that went down your spine as you attempted to fix his robotic arm. "They'd kill me. Even touching you would make me lose my upcoming projects."

"Ya' wound me, Spark..." Boothill remarked, feigning a wound on his heart, despite him placing his hand on his right chest.

The sentiment made your roll your eyes, going back to the task at hand.

Both of you remained in a blissful silence after, your whole focus on Boothill's arm, not even realizing the pair of grey eyes staring at you under the shadow of his hat.

A small chuckle escaped his lips, 'a sight better than any dreams,' he thought. Shamelessly staring at you, leaning back against the chair and enjoying his view.

Your focused face brought him glee. The way your lips pout as another error came up in your attempt to fix his arm, the brief moment where he could see stars in your eyes, only to be shrouded in dissapointment once more as another failure struck.

He relished in your... everything. The way you agreed to help him despite knowing barely anything about his robotic parts made his heart melt, knowing that you just want to help him.

Just looking at you made him giddy inside, the thought that you're touching his arm can motivate him to fight the entire Bloodhound Family on his own.

He didn't care if he got roughed up in the fight, any losses he might've gotten in any fight is a win if it means he'll be seeing this.

Before he knew it, you noticed his gaze fixed on you. "Your sharp-ass teeth isn't making the staring comforting..."

Hearing that made the latter laugh again, taking off his hat and using it to cover his mouth, but his vision still locked onto you. "This' better, Darlin'?"

The sudden nickname made you stop in your track, Boothill's frustrating smirk hidden behind the hat. With a scoff, you grabbed his hat, throwing it right at his face before standing up from the chair.

"Fix this arm by yourself. I'm heading back to the Golden Hour," you spat out, dropping the tools on the table, walking over to the glowing blue 'pond' that became the entrance to the dreamscape.

"What? A nickname ruffled ya' up?" Boothill teased, seeing you lay down and close your eyes. His words were met with a middle finger coming from you, right before you drifted off to the dreamscape. The furrowed and irritated face turned into a peaceful slumber.

Seeing you asleep, Boothill sighed, wearing the hat back on his head. Mechanical sounds could be heard from his arm, and a few moments later; he stretched the robotic arm, as if nothing was wrong in the first place.

He walked over to you, making sure you were truly sleep.

The cold mettalic hand went to your face, moving away the strands of hair on your face.

He smiled, his sharp teeth showing faintly beneath the smile. "Good dreams, Spark," he murmured softly.

"... one day I'll tell you what it means."

--------------------------------------------

Spark – A lover, a beau.

[yurinaa-world]

Hii! Read your works from hsr and saw that you have open request so here I am ^^ Could you maybe write something about Gepart having an So from the Underworld? Like she's the complete opposite of him, and kinda acts like a Sampo, but well, more trusted. Maybe now even dating but something like his crushing on a villain and she's always flirty with him when they meet and enjoys making him flustered? Or from meeting to dating (they could meet because even through she doesn't really step out of the Underworld she came to rescue Sampo from trouble and after that she just kept pooping out somewhere around him, when his alone on duty but the soldiers are gone somewhere. SO SORRY IF IT'S TOO LONG BUT THIS MAN JUST HAS ME :`)) if u don't wanna write it or want to change something that's completely fine! Idk for what genter you prefer writing (or just didn't notice if u write that somewhere, sorry! +) for and even trough I would ask for a female any other is still fine by me! Hope you'll have a wonderful day/night because u deserved it and remember that you're amazing!!!

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Gepard x Female Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gepard with a S/O from the underground

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, there might be some spelling errors.

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: I hope you liked it :)

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

The sight of Belobog was beautiful from the tall wall you were sitting on, with the cold air hitting your skin and making your body shudder. The surface was way colder than the underground to you, and snow fell from the clouded sky, making its way to land on top of your hair. "Wow, it's really cold out," you said to yourself before sneezing and rubbing your nose with your hands before crouching down. "Now, now where are you?" you said, squinting your eyes, looking around for your dear lover.

Before your eyes narrowed down to the familiar blonde hair of Gepard, he looked so charming in armor, almost like a prince, which you admire. It seemed that he was talking to some Silvermane Guards. Waiting for those guards felt like an eternity, but if they saw you, you would be thrown behind bars. But you wanted to get closer, so mumbling some incoherent insults under your breath before jumping off the wall and landing softly onto the soft white snow over the concrete before quickly dashing behind a wall.

Hearing guards and Gepard's conversation coming to an end. "You all should be on the lookout just in case the underworlders come back." Gepard told the guards before dismissing them back to their regular stations that he closed his eyes and took a long breath. As you slowly popped out of your hiding place and gently blew his ear, making him flinch and snap his head towards you, "You shouldn't be here!" he covered the ear you blew him with one hand.

"What, can I not see my lover anymore?" You said, pouting, "If the guards see you, do you know what the consequences would be?" Gepard scolded, "I know I'll be behind bars." You sigh dramatically, "But I haven't been caught yet." You added before grinning at him mischievously, "I have something to give you." Before Gepard could say anything, you kissed his cheek.

Seeing his face go a little red from your actions, "you shouldn't be doing those in public," he blushed. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Come on, you want to give me a kiss, don't you?" you grin. Gepard sighed before pulling you into a small kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds. "You're such a tease," he mumbled.

"I know,"  you giggled as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "You should get going before a guard sees you." "aw well, when you're alone, I want a bunch of kisses." You wink at Gepard, who turned a shade of red before giving him one last peck on the lips. You wave happily as you disappear around a corner.

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[scaraandshitposts]

Master Post

♡ hi there ! ♡

☆ rules for requests ☆

welcome to my master post! here's where you'll be able to find fics I write! 🍒

you can call me cherry, I use any pronouns pronouns and I'm bisexual !🌸

i post and write fanfiction but ill also be free to chat over asks and do my best at requests !💕

im still a beginner at writing really, so ill be rather slow and my work won't be of the best quality, but im trying my best and doing what i love !🍒

this blog is about writing for genshin characters, possibly honkai starrail if i start playing that again but expect genshin here for now 🌸

my favorite characters shift often but im currently focusing on 💕 scaramouche 💕

🍒 - 🌸 - 💕 - 🍒 - 🌸 - 💕- 🍒 - 🌸 - 💕 - 🍒

♡ masterlist ♡

fluff - ♥︎

smut - ♠︎

angst - ◆

scara comes first, no explanation needed.

Scaramouche

♠︎scara x afab reader soft sex♠︎

♠︎scara x afab reader ft kazuha♠︎

♥︎poly anemo boys x fem reader♠︎

let's take a trip to! ☆mondstadt☆

♥︎scara x gn reader (ft childe and lyney) halloween/fall hcs♥︎

♥︎scara x gn reader drabble for his birthday♥︎

Diluc

♥︎husband! diluc x fem reader♠︎

Venti

♥︎poly anemo boys x fem reader♠︎

let's take a trip to! ☆liyue☆

Xiao

♥︎xiao x gn reader comfort♥︎

♥︎poly anemo boys x fem reader♠︎

Zhongli

◆zhongli x gn reader drabble◆

let's take a trip to! ☆inazuma☆

Kazuha

♠︎kazuha x afab reader ft scara♠︎

♥︎poly anemo boys x fem reader♠︎

Heizou

♥︎poly anemo boys x fem reader♠︎

let's take a trip to! ☆sumeru☆

♡update coming soon♡

let's take a trip to! ☆fontaine☆

Lyney

♥︎lyney x gn reader (ft scara and childe) halloween/fall hcs♥︎

let's take a trip to! ☆natlan☆

♡update coming soon♡

let's take a trip to! ☆shneznaya☆

Childe

♥︎childe x gn reader drabble ♥︎

♥︎childe x gn reader (ft scara and lyney) halloween/is hcs♥︎

☆ more coming soon ☆

[dozinggen]

# RQ RULES

WILL DO:

honkai: star rail requests.

fluff, and angst

different au’s (excluding animal!reader or character, omega universe, etc)

scenario, headcanons, Drabble, oneshot (if necessary)

female and gn reader

WILL NOT DO:

dark content, incest, nsfw

ships. I only do character x reader

Romantic relationships with minors. Such as Yanqing, hook, Clara, etc.

specific traits for the reader (ex. “reader with blue eyes” “reader has freckles”)

male reader. I don’t have experience, sorry.

Any other fandom, i am a starrail centered blog

EXTRA

If you do not specify if you want a certain gender I will resort to fem reader.

I will pick requests to do first. (Yes I will have favorites.)

My works will always be short, unless you have an extremely detailed prompt and request otherwise for a longer piece.

when you request, you could at-least please be respectful. Something simple like starting off with hello and ending with thank you. I love people who do that. ^^ this isn’t a necessity btw!!

TO BE ADDED..