#mr. Reca angst

[azes-silliness]

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

———

[worriedvision]

The inadequate act - Mr Reca

Gender neutral reader, Mr Reca may be out of character but screw it I thought this up. Happy ending I promise. Kind of suggestive at the end?

--

Being Mr Recas partner was difficult at times.

Specifically, it was difficult whenever someone fell in love with him to the point they would keep approaching him. You got with him as he was your best friend and you owed him a favour. He was fed up with people asking him out and not taking no for an answer.

So, you start dating, and you land up beginning to fall in love with each other. A pleasant surprise, you'd find out that he was a really good lover!

Unfortunately, one person who was an actor on a film Mr Reca directed also thought of him fondly.

A little too well. The actor thought Mr Reca loved them, to the point that during filming they found out your address to send flowers and gifts to. Your boyfriend brushed it off as an admirer at first, but you were uncomfortable with the idea of some stranger knowing where you lived.

And that's before the letters start - the gushy ones, the ones that rip your character apart, the ones that talk about how supposedly miserable Mr Reca was since your relationship started.

"What do you mean, 'it will stop soon'? This person keeps remarking on how I'm holding you back!" You huff, Mr Reca letting you speak your mind. "And why are you okay with this person continuously sending threatening letters to my - our - home?"

"Don't worry, darling. This is all going according to my plan." Mr Reca reassures you.

"Your plan for what? Breaking up with me?" You huff, Mr Reca unsure how to respond. "If you wanted to break up with me you could have at least told me yourself instead of getting an actor-"

"That's not what I was talking about!" Mr Reca roars, causing you to flinch. "I can't reassure you without ruining this plan. You'll just have to trust me."

"Relationships are about communication. If you can't even tell me of this plan of yours, how can I know you're not just trying to extravagantly break my heart?" You cross your arms, Mr Reca furrowing his brows before shaking his head.

"I would never embarrass you like that!" Mr Reca tuts, walking towards the door.

"You're leaving?" You ask, wincing after saying it as you realise you did create an uncomfortable house space via argument.

"We'll talk later." Mr Reca sighs, uncharacteristically quiet.

--

Hearing a knock on your door, you think it's your boyfriend. Opening the door, you're horrified to see the actor.

"I heard things haven't been too good between you and that director boy toy of yours?"

"Don't refer to my boyfriend like that. Besides, as an actor shouldn't you be able to maintain professionalism?" You retort.

"Well, just giving you a heads up, he's leaving you tonight. For me." The actor smirks. "I'm just here to get you to pack your bags. I'd help you, but I don't want to dirty my hands with your clothes."

"I want my boyfriend to-"

"Ex-boyfriend!" The actor corrects.

"To tell me himself. Not the homewrecker." You finish, closing the door before another word can be uttered.

--

Your boyfriend texted you, telling you to turn the TV to a channel. Taking a deep breath, you expect it to be a bit on your break up. He seemed rushed to test it to you, so it was obvious that this was running live.

"And today we have the honour of interviewing the one and only Mr Reca!" The interviewer smiles, the audience cheering and applauding.

"Mr Reca, I do hope I'm not intruding too much on your personal life, but can we get an update on your romance?" The interviewer starts. "You never confirmed publicly who it is you're dating, but there have been speculations online about an actor!"

You hear a series of ooh's in the audience, and you're reminding yourself to keep breathing as you watch on.

"Well, I am still happily in a relationship. With that being said, there has been a certain someone who's changed that." Mr Reca hums, waving for someone to be brought on stage.

To your understanding, it's the actor. They take a seat across from Mr Reca, and the way they're practically staring hearts at him makes you feel sick.

"It's so lovely for my boyfriend to make things official!" The actor giggles, the camera panning to Mr Reca who holds the most disgusted loom you've seen from him.

"And who is this boyfriend you speak of?" Mr Reca spits. "I've brought you here to address a concern."

"Thats right, Mr Reca!" The interviewer nods, turning to the camera. "This is not an interview like viewers will think. This is a PSA for those who cross both professional and personal boundaries."

"What is the meaning of this?" The actor chuckles, looking st Mr Reca as if they were innocent.

"My dear lover - not you, by the way - has been bombarded with horrible letters from you." Mr Reca sighs, the actor being cuffed. "The threats were serious enough, but to hear that you visited my partner to make them think I'm leaving them? For YOU?"

"How did you know about that?" The actor protests, the audience gasping.

"An admission of guilt. What a shame, I was hoping I could break your character down, however you are doing this all by yourself." Mr Reca laughs out. "Take them away, I'm filing a restraining order and therefore barring them from starring in any of my films."

"No, please, wait!"

"One final question." The interviewer asks, everyone on board as the screaming of the actor was far enough that it wasn't causing a big disruption. "Will we ever find out your lovers name?"

"The name I call them behind closed doors, or their real name?" Mr Reca jokes, before shrugging. "I'm afraid you'd have to ask them. I like having them to myself, after all."

"It was worth a try." The interviewer runs the back of their head before standing up to address the audience. "Thank you all for being here. Please enjoy the rest of your evening. Next up-"

You turn off the TV, the tears you only now realised were running down your face intensifying as you processed your boyfriend wasn't being dismissive, but rather taking things more seriously than you seemingly did. He got the law inforcement involved!

You think of how you could possibly apologise to him for being so harsh to him, for not trusting him, and you think a start would be by preparing a nice home cooked meal for him to enjoy when - if - he decides to come home tonight.

Before you can, however, you hear another knock on the door. Reluctantly opening the door, you see your boyfriend with a bouquet of flowers. He pushes the door open the rest of the way, eyes softening as he realises you've been crying, and he pulls you in for a hug before entering the home, closing the door.

Neither of you say anything, both of you just enjoying each others warmth as you begin to finally relax into him. You finally felt like you could relax, knowing the actor was not involved with your boyfriend at all.

"I thought about taking you out for dinner, but I think we can have much more fun at home." Mr Reca starts, caressing your face as you makes direct eye contact with you.

"Plus, I think actions speak louder than words for apologies."

[moviememokeeper]

Memokeepers can forcibly erase people’s memories can’t they?

Imagine Reca erasing all his lover’s memories of him specifically

It’s fine. It’s better this way.

Besides, he trusts them to find him again

They’re meant to be

just not now

[aventurineswife]

This idea has been stuck in my head like a pinball so I'm just dumping it here-

Mr Reca x reader x Dr Ratio

I just think the dichotomy would be SO FUNNY. Like one is high strung and eccentric while the other is stoic and aloof. Like both of them pining for the same person would be amazing- idk I thought it would be cute.

The Director, The Scholar, and You

Summary: Caught between the fiery passion of Mr. Reca, a renowned but eccentric film director, and the stoic intellect of Dr. Ratio, a brilliant scholar from the Intelligentsia Guild, you find yourself at the center of an unexpected love triangle. As the two men vie for your attention, their contrasting personalities create tension, hilarity, and surprisingly heartfelt moments. When the cosmos aligns their paths, you realize there might be room for both their chaotic creativity and calm logic in your life.

Tags: Mr. Reca x Reader x Dr. Ratio, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers (Rivals to Allies), Humor, Found Family Dynamics, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst.

Warnings: Mild emotional conflict (arguments between Reca and Ratio), Slight mentions of career-related disappointments, Themes of memory manipulation and dream exploration.

The cosmos was vast and unpredictable, and yet somehow, you found yourself at the center of an extraordinary dilemma.

Your time at Penacony Paperfold University College, where you worked as a guest curator of rare cinematic artifacts, had introduced you to two very different men. On one side was Mr. Reca, the infamous Memokeeper and film director whose intense creative energy could both inspire and terrify. On the other side was Dr. Ratio, a brilliant member of the Intelligentsia Guild whose stoic demeanor and sharp intellect could cut through any argument like a blade.

Both of them, inexplicably, were vying for your attention.

It began with Mr. Reca's sudden arrival at the university to conduct a masterclass on cinematic storytelling. His assistant—a mechanical frog with a camera lens for an eye—leaped onto your desk one morning, startling you.

"You!" Mr. Reca had declared, pointing at you dramatically. "You have presence. A raw, untamed aura of authenticity. I need you to assist me in my latest project."

Before you could decline, Dr. Ratio entered the scene, clipboard in hand. His hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights as his piercing eyes scanned the room.

"Mr. Reca," he said flatly, "your methodology is unorthodox, to say the least. You cannot simply commandeer the university’s staff for your whims."

"And you," Reca shot back, "are precisely the kind of soulless bureaucrat that stifles creativity. Let them decide."

Caught between the fiery passion of the director and the icy logic of the scholar, you couldn’t help but feel a strange pull toward both of them.

As the days passed, their rivalry only grew more intense. Mr. Reca insisted you accompany him on his location scouts, dragging you to surreal dreamscapes and haunting memory fragments, all while his mechanical frog documented every moment.

“Feel that?” Reca asked, his voice low as he gestured to a shimmering dream bubble suspended in the air. “That’s the kind of truth I want to capture. Unfiltered, raw. Like you.”

Meanwhile, Ratio countered with intellectual challenges, inviting you to observe his lectures and philosophical debates. He had a way of making even the most abstract concepts seem approachable, and his occasional smirks hinted at a softer side beneath his austere exterior.

"You are far more capable than Reca gives you credit for," Ratio remarked one evening, as you walked back from a lecture on the nature of perception. "You have the potential to contribute to something meaningful—beyond his... theatrics."

It came to a head one night, during a university gala. Mr. Reca had unveiled a short film he’d been working on, a medley of fragmented memories and dreamlike visuals. As the audience applauded, he turned to you, his eyes filled with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“I made this for you,” he admitted. “To show you what I see in you.”

Ratio, standing nearby, let out a soft scoff. “Touching, but sentimentalism rarely withstands scrutiny. I believe our friend here deserves more than just flattery.”

He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You are brilliant. And you deserve partners who recognize your mind as much as your spirit.”

The tension between the two was palpable, and you found yourself caught between their gazes. Both of them offered something unique: Reca’s passion and creativity, Ratio’s intellect and stability. And both of them, it seemed, had come to see you as their muse.

The night ended with the three of you standing under the stars, the gala behind you. Reca leaned against a railing, his normally fiery demeanor subdued.

“I’ll be honest,” he said. “I’m not used to losing. Especially not to a stiff like him.” He gestured vaguely toward Ratio, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“But,” Reca continued, “if I had to lose, I’d want it to be to someone you trust. Someone who makes you happy.”

Ratio crossed his arms, his tone softer than usual. “The decision is yours. Whatever you choose, I only ask that you stay true to yourself.”

Their words hung in the air, and for the first time, you realized you didn’t have to choose.

Weeks later, you found yourself at the center of an unlikely collaboration. Reca had begrudgingly accepted Ratio’s involvement in his latest project, and Ratio had agreed to lend his analytical expertise to Reca’s chaotic vision.

“It’s still nonsensical,” Ratio muttered, adjusting his notes as Reca’s mechanical frog leaped onto his shoulder.

“And you’re still a bore,” Reca replied, smirking. “But... maybe you’re not entirely useless.”

You laughed, watching as the two of them bickered. Somehow, amidst the chaos, you had found a way to bring balance to their dichotomy—and in doing so, discovered something extraordinary.

Perhaps you didn’t have to choose after all.

[mrrecaswife]

In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night.

(cw: mention of reader death, all in all general angst, presence of oc should you squint, talking about oc, do you guys want a full written character sheet about my two hsr ocs?? Also, did you get the reference? If you did, have a 🍪)

if the theory that Mr Reca is a cremator in the MemoKeepers is true, then he'd surely burn all the 'uninteresting' memories and only keep the 'good parts' for his works.

Except those including you. Especially those including you.

For some reason, especially if you have left him in any kind of way, he can't seem to even want to touch them, prefering to gaze solemnly at those fragments of your life. It's such a drastic change that his Assistant Director and everyone else around him cannot help but notice.

He can't touch them. It sickens him to his core to even think about it, as if he would have committed something unforgivable if he did.

So he doesn't. Instead, he puts those memories on repeat only for his eyes to see.

(He misses you. More than what anyone could imagine. Even that strange friend of yours, as much as he enjoys the company, cannot seem to tear him from them.

He sees the glimpse of an empathetic gaze, but doesn't comment on it nor budges. That girl probably considers this as part of her data to collect. (She doesn't, and he knows, but he can't get over the fact that you had to leave)

He really hates the fact that you had a mortal body that had to decay.)

[fisshbones]

Come, Sweet Death.

Summary: You die. Pairings: Mr. Reca x actor/actress!reader, Blade x (implied) stelleron hunter!reader, Furina x human!reader.

Warnings: Major character death, hurt/no comfort, semi graphic depictions of injuries, mildly vague death descriptions, fontaine aq spoilers & implied suicide (Furina’s,) gn reader, not proofread, probably ooc, written before Mr. Reca’s release. Let me know if I missed anything. I have a migraine and have gotten 0 sleep so sorry if this sucks extra bad. 🙏

Mr. Reca 🎞️

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant acting, this death scene is truly magnificent! … You’re acting right…? It hits him like a cold bucket of water, that your unmoving body is not just you practicing for your upcoming movie. Ha. Reca is completely unmoving for not knowing what to do next, just lifelessly staring down at you. He realizes too late that you’re gone, so long that there’s no longer a way to go back. So he moves on.. or at least tries to. You were his muse in all his recent works you can tell they were inspired by you. But in a more grotesque way. What happens in the movie is just a big experiment on how things could have went differently. In a way where he recreates your final days and moments on the big screen. Only unlike with you the actor gets to continue onwards with their life. By the end of the shoots there’s frequently a ping of jealousy in his heart that they’re able to reunite with their lovers after this; yet he cannot as his has started to rot.

Blade 🗡️

What the hell were you thinking. Blade is livid, literally seething. He’s yelling out at you, letting out sorts of profanity. It’s almost out of character. All the while cutting through every enemy in sight. Do you think he’s that weak? He could’ve easily taken that hit. He would have lived, could’ve walked it off like it was nothing. But you? You’re bleeding bad, he’s scooping up in his arms to get you guys out of here. Your blood is soaking through both his and yours clothes. No amount of pressure applied to the wound will stop the bleeding, must’ve hit an artery. It’s as if Blade’s feet can’t move fast enough, your body is getting colder and colder. When he finally gets where someone can treat you it’s already too late. A slightly paler tint to the skin, cold and unmoving. If anyone should have died it should have been him. You weren’t supposed to die at least not in his life time.

Furina 🍰

Furina never expected this, or at least for things to get so bad. While it was known that you’ve had struggles with your mental health she was still unprepared for something like this. Though I don’t think most people are prepared to see their lover unmoving in a- Furina stepped into the mess upon the floor and immediately tried to us her hydro vision to try and heal you, but it was clear nothing could be done. She still tried to get you help from others but all had the same response; as well as the standard”I’m sorry for your loss.” You seemed so happy leading up to this day; what went wrong? Furina partially blamed herself for this tragedy. Maybe if she had been honest about her archon status maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Was the shock that lead to this, or maybe it was the fact that she kept such a large secret from you? Was this incident the thing that broke the camel’s back? Whatever the reason was there is still a tiny voice in the back of her head saying it’s her fault you’re gone. Furina can now live a life as a human being, but what was the point if she couldn’t spend this new life with you?

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Use those when requesting so i know what you want

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If you want a child or something like that write it in the request

The characters that i write for:

Genshin impact:

Diluc

Al haitham

Kaveh

Lyney

Wriotheslay

Neuvillette

Kinich

Keaya

Thoma

Ayato

Wanderer/ Scaramouche/Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi

Arlecchino

Beidou

Kazuha

Baizu

Cyno

Tighnari

Sethos (kinda)

Zhongli

Of course i can write for the rest too

Honkai star rail

Argenti

Boothill

Blade

Aventurine

Dan Heng

Dr. Ratio

Feixiao

Gepard

Jiaoqiu

Jing Yuan

Kafka

Luocha

Mr. Reca

Sunday

Welt

Those who will be only platonic

Balilu

Hook

Misha

Herta

Silver wolf

Huohuo

Clara

Sellie

Bronya

Those who can be in both if the reader is the same age as the or looks like THEM

Yanqing

Fu Xuan

Welt

Of course i can write for the rest too

EXPECT FROM JADE

Zzz

Von Lycaon

Seth

Anton

Billy

Platonic

Jane Doe

Rina

Corlin

Of course i can see if i can write for your character

Also for a little here for mote details that i nay have forgotten to add here

[minolikeswords]

Welcome to my honkai: star rail masterlist! <3

I hope you find what you’re looking for, and if not- feel free to leave an ask!! <333

Boothill!

- sandwiched between him and Argenti (nsfw)

- Poly! Boothill x reader x Argenti headcanons (Sfw & nsfw)

Mr. Reca!

- Think We Should Make A Documentary- Reca x F!Reader (nsfw)

Jing Yuan!

- Perhaps it is the greater grief after all, to be left on earth when another is gone- Jing Yuan x GN!Reader (angst)

[pinkeos]

Welcome! This is a blog dedicated to writing fanfics for mostly male and gn readers! If you don't identify as one of those or you're a minor, kindly click away.

Fandoms I write for/currently obsess over: Honkai Star Rail (More will be added depending on my hyperfixations)

Author's personal favorite characters they might write more for: Tighnari, Cyno, Dr Ratio, Freminet, Gaming, Sethos, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, Mr Reca

Genshin Impact

Freminet ::.

The Tides Beckon || Freminet x Merman!Reader (Pt.1)

Neuvillette ::.

AFAB!Neuvillette x AMAB!Reader SMUT

Wanderer ::.

A Bit of Banter || Wanderer x GN!Reader FLUFF

Honkai Star Rail

Caelus ::.

AFAB!Caelus x AMAB!Reader SMUT

In Your Mouth || Caelus x M!Reader SMUT

Blade ::.

AFAB!Blade x AMAB!Reader SMUT

Sunday ::.

AFAB!Sunday x AMAB!Reader SMUT

I Love You || AFAB!Sunday x AMAB!Reader SMUT

I Love You Still || A Pt.2 to “I Love You”

Jing Yuan ::.

A Bit Shy || Jing Yuan x M!Reader FLUFF

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AFAB!Argenti x GN!Reader SMUT

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Professor!AFAB!Ratio x Student!AMAB!Reader SMUT

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Bf!Ratio modeling for your painting

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Bf!Scaramouche with an amurta darshan scholar reader

Just moments with some of the HSR men

Playing in the snow with Bf!Gepard

Aventurine with a rich!reader

Where Jing Yuan likes to sleep

Brushing his hair for him

Bf!Ratio has trouble denying your requests

Sunday loves yapping to you

“I had a dream where you cheated on me” Aventurine, Dr Ratio

Jing Yuan with a mortal reader

Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jing Yuan, Blade when you bring home/adopt a puppy

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[tieredentropy]

Hello - You can call me Sunny <3

I’ve decided to open this blog to write headcanons and short stories for Honaki Star Rail and potentially an occasional Genshin post!

My requests are open unless otherwise noted. Please note my blog is 18+!

In order to quickly access all of my posts for a certain character, click on the #TE(character name) tag I add to my written posts!

Characters I write for include: Argenti, Aventurine, Boothill, Dan Heng, Dr Ratio, Kafka, Robin, Ruan Mei, Welt, Asta, Gallagher, Sampo, Mr Reca and Sunday.

I won’t write stories that involve assault, incest or anything underage.

I do write nsfw, as well as angst, fluff and any other kind of content!

Please note I have the right to decline any request if I do not wish to write it! Alas please don’t be shy and send them all in. <3

Since I have a job, study and I’m pretty ill I may take a bit to reply to requests but please don’t hesitate to send a few!

That’s all for now! Pleased to meet you all <3 let’s be friends.

[imbibitorz]

⌞what hurt me was actually me, myself ⌝

⸝⸝ the silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea ⸝⸝

⸝⸝ {f} for fluff ⸝⸝ {a} for angst ⸝⸝ {s} for smut ⸝⸝ {h} for headcanons ⸝⸝ {lp} for longer (or chaptered) fics ⸝⸝

DAN HENG

CAELUS

MR. RECA

DR. RATIO

SUNDAY

JING YUAN

BLADE

MOZE

WELT

[worriedvision]

A marriage of convenience - Mr Reca

Gender neutral reader, sitting on this one for a while. Angsty ending, basically yet another example of poor communication and misinterpreted comments from both parties.

--

"Oh, dear you need to get married soon! You still have years to get your career sorted, but finding yourself a good spouse is a different story!"

"Still no ring on your finger?"

"No bitches?"

These are comments various family members just kept asking you. It didn't make sense to you, your personal life was your own business and you didn't ever think to move on the comments. You'd brush them off, but after they never stopped you began to vent to your best friend, Mr Reca.

"Ah, why don't we use this as an opportunity to explore a marriage! It'll help be with my, uhh, my scriptwriting!" Your friend stumbled momentarily before rounding off confidently.

It made sense at the time - both of you were single, he needed 'script material' and you needed the comments to stop. It was fortunate you had the chance to work with your friend through this, and it was more likely he was just seeing this as a chance to see his next film idea come to fruition.

--

As time moved on, and you got married with a large extravagant wedding - filmed on old cameras - you begin to realise just how infatuated you were with your husband. When he was in public with you, he would be non-stop gushing to people about how amazing he was for landing someone as amazing as you. The public affection, the fact he would take any chance to get you something nice.

It wasn't there as much behind closed doors, and it made you yearn for more private moments with him. He was a busy man, however, so it proves difficult.

You try, though! Making him packed lunches, kissing him on the cheek whenever you got the chance and trying to initiate hugs at home.

None of it seemed to do much, though. He wouldn't react, but it wasn't a good thing. It was like he was thinking 'yes, this is what a marriage should be, good job _!' instead of a quiet appreciation.

You yearn to have more moments, and it doesn't help that the press have clocked that your affections carry out privately as opposed to the public. People accuse you of being a gold digger, of being a leech that's too stupid to realise it's being a leech.

Once you get home after a particularly difficult day, dealing with dirty looks, you decide to bring up divorce with your husband. It breaks your heart how willingly he is to accept a divorce like it was nothing. It had been a while, you'd have thought he would care even if it was just for script-writing. Part of you thinks he's just wanting a sad dramatic end for this chapter, but he can write a much better ending than the one you're about to provide.

The paperwork gets signed and filed away, cameras around you as the two of you leave the building, and you turn to your now ex-husband to say some parting words, and to leave him with one last act of affection.

"I'm sorry, I fell in love with you. You're a wonderful man, you'll find someone who can treat you better than myself." You smile, Mr Reca seemingly only realising in that moment you actually had feelings for him. You grab him by his cheeks lightly, delicately yet passionately kissing him before pulling away, tears brewing in your eyes as you pull off your wedding band and drop it.

Before he has time to stop you, however, you run off into the crowd, the crowd swarming him for interviews now that he was a newly divorced man.

[moviememokeeper]

Reca is a perfectionist

…to a concerning degree

Nobody quite figured out why he obsessed so much about every detail of every project,

or why he got so frustrated when a mistake slipped through the cracks,

at the end of the day, people still praise his works like masterpieces

All he can think of however is his fathers voice ringing in his head

Never enough

He’ll never be good enough

Not unless everything is perfect

[mrrecaswife]

Oh captain, my captain! (You will be missed)

(CW: death (heavily implied to be reader), heavy angst, I'm so sorry but so not sorry at the same time, I'm rolling along with the 'Mr Reca is a cremator' theory, also guess who saw that one YouTube short of Jimmy Fallon's tribute to Robin Williams, remembered that they watched Dead Poets Society a couple of months ago, and got sad, do you really want a 🍪 if you got the reference right this time...?)

He knew it had to happen at some point, he just didn't know that it had to be now.

Mr Reca always prided himself on his composure and genius mind. Even if he was crazy, he could direct perfectly well, and all movies whom he deemed worthy to be associated to were masterpieces to be remembered.

You were the greatest he had seen in a while. The way you glided effortlessly on set and the voice coming out of your lips was worthy of worship.

And worship you he did.

The only instances you were on screen were when he was the director. The way you looked at him made his heart beat like crazy. He couldn't get enough, and the role that you landed as an eccentric teacher in a slice-of-life drama about souls of poets in a school nearly made him tear up at your honest performance.

The way you went about, showing all the children in school and all the children in potentially the universe itself the meaning of that one saying, Carpe Diem, was honest and heartwarming.

'Oh captain, my captain!' you started as you stood up on the table, ensnaring the director into your performance. He reaches out and-

The memory slips though his hands, a fragment of the past long gone.

The reel clicks, and the screen goes blank. The memory ended, but Mr Reca can't seem to pull himself off his chair, instead preferring to stare dumbly at the screen, his hand still held out. It takes him a while to realise where he is, and what he was doing.

Your disappearance had come as a surprise. The up and coming star had faded away before it could shine at its full potential. He still couldn't believe that you, who showed so much potential, just left him like that. Did you not care for him? Did your relationship with him mean nothing?! Whywhywhywhydidn'tyousayyoulovedme-

Simply put, you were gone.

And you'll never come back again.

(Oh, captain, my captain.)

(Seize the day. Look at things from a different perspective. Learn to live.)

(If anyone saw his red eyes as he got out of the projection room, no one commented on it.)

[n0tamused]

Honkai: Star Rail

❣ - fluff ★ - smut ✿ - angst

BootHill:

Please can't fix ✿

Twilight ✿

Playful ❣

Characters as dragons

Stubborn dragon❣

Blade:

Sick S/O ❣

Broken memories ✿

HSR characters as dragons

A haunted house✿

Jing Yuan:

Comfort ❣

Workplace Love ❣

Little Sparrow ❣ ✿

Characters as dragons

Overworked❣

A Haunted house✿

Luocha:

HSR characters as dragons

Jiaoqiu:

Medusa and her lover ✿

Dr. Veritas Ratio:

Reader like Itto - crack hcs

Reader that's like Bronya Zaychik hcs

Helping you study ❣

Short s/o - hcs ❣

Owltio ❣

Shampoos❣

My muse❣

HSR characters as dragons

Sleeepless ❣

Rises of the moon ✿❣

Blind Genius

Touch-starved - hcs

Publicly defending him hcs

Welt:

Crew is our family❣

Sunday:

Long day of work ❣ ✿

Characters as dragons

Mr. Reca:

Comfort fluff hcs ❣

Argenti:

Characters as dragons

Stubborn dragon❣

Aventurine:

Characters as dragons

Gift-giver❣

Various headcanons

Trailblazers:

Characters as dragons (Stelle and Caelus)

˚ˑ༄ؘThe dragon awaits the arrival of new letters...

[royalfriday]

Hello hello !! Uhm could I request Mr Reca x gn/fem reader angst where they get in fight after Reca started spending more time on making films instead of spending it /w reader and furious reader throws at him her engagement ring (let's say it was like month after engagement 😭) and leaves him 👍👍 (I TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY BAD ENGLISH, IT'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE 💔💔💔)

(also don't worry English isn't my first language too. So i won't attach you about it 😺)

Mr reca x f/gn. reader

"Sometimes we get out of our scenarios for good"

You love your soon to be husband

But there is a little problem

Well that always was there but while you were dating you hadn't noticed how big his obsession with making movies was

Actually you did but you thought after he proposed to you his little obsession would get smaller

But it somehow you would say that it got a little bit worse

Since you would do your thing and he would look at you and then you would leave because you remembered something about he would told you to not move because it will destroy his creativity that you just gave him!

Well at first you found it cute but later it got annoyed

Of course you tried to tell him nicely that you can't do that and what about he somehow control his obsession with movies when he us with you?

He said he understands

He doesn't

Or he really does and choose to ignore

That lead too argument after argument

You can't leave like this

Like your a muse

Only his muse to create movies

Like your a fictional character that the life can be completely under the control of the director

And when you whold try to talk to him about it

He would sart to panic and start telling you to bot get out of our script

"our"

Well today was the same

In the morning was fine

Later you would be remembering why your argument would exist

And in the evening?

Well it was that time of the day since he proposed

It not like he wants that and you know that but he can't see the problem

But that was the last drop in the cup

You couldn't take this anymore so you just

YOU KNOW WHAT ? IF WE CAN'T GET THIS EORK THEN WHY DON'T WE END IT!

WHAT !!? MY DEAR! ARE YOU EVEN HEART THAT WHAT YOU JUST YELL! WITH THIS LINE WE GET OUT OF OUR DAILY SCRIPT !ALREADY -

OOO SHUT UP FOR ONCE ABOUT THAT SCRIPT!THIS IS REAL LIFE.....But let me tell this in your language... Our love is dieing ! I CAN NOT DO THIS ANYMORE!

And then as fast you could your hand goes in your finger where your engaged ring was and without thinking you just throught it to him

And then you just went into your shared bed room

When you close the door

He was left there

All alone

Then all click in his mind

But

One thing was for sure

You needed space and time something that he us willing to give you until he thinks is the right time you will be in the mood to even face him

No wrong

For him yo face you after all he put you in

I hope you enjoyed it 😺

Until the next time