#trailblazer x gender neutral reader

[worriedvision]

"Improve yourself" - trailblazer

Gender neutral reader, angst. Trailblazer is referring to either Caelus or Stella - the two protags for Hsr. Kinda neutral ending, didn't want to continue too much with it in case it went really haywire. Possibly ooc Dr Ratio but shh

--

"Don't worry, my honey bun, I love you. I only have eyes for you"

That was the first reaction they gave when you showed insecurity when they met someone who was attractive in your eyes. You knew you were lucky to have them as your partner, but they always made you feel like you were number one in their heart. You didn't quite believe it, but the way they hold you and treat you implies they are correct.

They do love you.

The second and third time, they reacted similarly but you begin to fear there's something bothering them when you're distancing yourself.

The fourth time is when they react differently. They meet Dr Ratio, a man that they could attest to being an abrupt man. Intelligent, yes, but he wasn't one for sugar coating things..

But from your perspective, they had been spending a lot of time alone, spending time on investigating something. You can't help but see how attractive Dr Ratio is, and you know it's not rational for you to think your partner would quickly be attracted to someone.

But there's that nagging part of you that tells you that you aren't enough for them. Looking in the mirror, seeing a body type you seem inferior in comparison to those around you, different face, anything you saw as attractive you knew you didn't have you think of.

And, admittedly, Dr Ratio did have very pretty eyes.

When you decide to keep yourself away, staying with Pompom, you feel your phone vibrate.

It's your partner.

'Where are you? :(' followed by a crying PomPom emote.

'At the Astral Express, had stuff to do'

A few minutes later, you get a message from them asking to speak to you at the station.

--

"Why do you keep running away when I meet someone new?" They ask, crossing their arms.

Uh oh, this wasn't a good sign.

"I mean, I know you're really insecure, but you can't run away from your problems." They continue, you unsure what to say. Were you supposed to say you distanced yourself because you knew you were being illogical?

"You know, I'm beginning to get tired of this." They rest their hands on their hips, attracting the attention of some eavesdroppers. "I mean, I can only love you so much. You need to work on your own flaws, you need to improve." They tut, walking back to a...concerned Dr Ratio?

You don't take in the expression he has on his face for too long, more focused on the fact your partner was clearly getting fed up with your jealousy. Part of you is worried, however, that they're fed up with being associated with you. Hearing whispers around you, you go back to the astral express and withdraw yourself to your cabin.

--

After that, you stop hanging out with your partner so much. You stop being clingy, you stop indulging in the food they usually are eager to get you to eat, and despite their attempts to get you to spend time with them you turn them down.

They realised they screwed up, likely after getting a scolding from Dr Ratio, but you've closed yourself off after doing some self-reflection and realising that the trailblazer was not an ideal partner for you.

Or, more accurately, you were not an ideal partner for them.

When you get to Penacony, you finally decide to let the trailblazer go. Explaining your reasoning being the Illogical jealousy you experience and your reaction to back away as you knew it was silly, they try to convince you to stay with them.

"But what about the time we spent behind closed doors?" The trailblazer asks, pleading to give this relationship one more chance. "We can work on this, both of us need to put effort into this relationship."

"Exactly. But I haven't been able to keep up with you in this relationship, trailblazer." You solemnly respond. "Of course, I will remain professional around you, however we will no longer have the romantic bond I've had the luck of having with you."

Meanwhile, Dan Heng and March 7th are awkwardly waiting for you guys to turn your attention to them, the room keys now in hand. They both feel out of place, having known nothing of this happening. Looking at each other, neither know what to do.

"Oh, the keys!" You chuckle, drawing the attention of Dan Heng and March 7th. "Sorry guys, probably should have waited until we got to our rooms to do that."

"I..uhh...yeah." March laughs awkwardly, nobody knowing what to say.

"...In public?" Dan Heng awkwardly asks, earning a death glare from March.

"I know, sorry!" You rub the back of your neck. "Let's just get to our rooms? Thankfully we have separate ones."

--

That evening, you got knocks on the door from your ex partner, them pleading to speak to you properly to get things resolved. You send them texts explaining the main problem was your insecurities, nothing to do with them, but you hear them still trying to knock on your door before hearing a familiar second voice.

"Stop knocking on that poor persons door. They clearly don't want to talk to you." Dr Ratio huffs.

"I'm trying to talk to-"

"Your ex, yes we all know. When I advised you to speak to your partner, I didn't realise you were too much of an imbecile to realise I meant to speak to them in private about your problems."

"But they also-"

"Yes, broke things off with you, but there's a difference between their discussion and yours - they took all the blame themselves." Dr Ratio explains. "Let the both of you grieve for the relationship, it isn't healthy to hang on like this."

So that's why Dr Ratio looked so concerned after the trailblazer spoke to you.

You decide to just open the door one last time, to let the trailblazer rest easy knowing it was your own problems that led to the failure of this relationship. When you open the door, the trailblazer goes to hug you, only to be held back by an unamused Dr Ratio. Dr Ratio looks at you, and he immediately realises you need some proper rest.

"Let's just go back to your room, give dear _ some space." Dr Ratio begins. "_, you have enough bags under your eyes to keep all the shops in Penacony happy for a year. Do you need a prescription to help you sleep?"

"No thank you. I'll be fine." You yawn, closing the door as you see the trailblazer being led away.

Looking in the mirror, you realise the doctor was correct - you really did have massive eye bags. It's concerning he was able to see that, yet nobody on the astral express had really realised it. Perhaps it was a gradual change that people saw, or they just didn't want to insult you by pointing it out.

Whatever the reason, you felt like you needed a proper nap. Dr Ratio seemed to be able to read minds, knocking on the door with some medication for sleep.

"Take one a day, after a meal." He explains. "I usually take payment, but considering this is partially my fault I consider this my payment to you."

"But my feelings are mine. I'm old enough to know to look after myself and to not let other-" you yawn, interrupting your sentence.

"Give yourself a break, for pitys sake." He spits out, coming from a place of empathy.

[eternityofend]

Thinking about how if HSR had an Aeon of Unity/Creation, which would be the reader-- they'd just be GIGANTIC.

Like?? I just love it, sure they can change forms but they choose to be large. Imagine having a normal sized Trailblazer, and then a fucking 100ft tall Aeon who created the ENTIRE universe behind them, giggling like a little child as they just poke Trailblazer's cheek with their large ass finger.

And the Trailblazer we all know and love, they don't even budge, they're just enjoying the pokes while someone sane probably watches the interaction, let's say Dr. Ratio right, he's just watching and he's like "Wtf.. how is this possible?"

Like, ever played Roblox VR? There are these tiny and real humans and then YOU, big person who play with them like toys.

Imagine Aeon!Reader who accidentally squished a bug once and now you're crying because you're either disgusted, feel sorry for the bug, or you're scared of bugs, it's gotta be one of those options, unless you're an ass who did it on purpose 😭

Writers! Whoever is out there! Listen to me!! Big Aeon of Unity!Reader x SAHSRAU/SAHAU!HSR, It's a cute concept I promise 🥰

[aventurineswife]

Could I request the Astral Express trio (you can choose Stelle or Caelus) with a reader (GN) who is also a member of the Express who is like an older sibling? Reprimanding them when they get hurt, or comforting them when they're upset?

No One is Alone

Summary: Life aboard the Astral Express isn't just about fighting enemies or exploring new worlds—it's also about looking out for each other. As the team's older sibling figure, you take it upon yourself to reprimand Dan Heng and Stelle after they return from a mission injured. Through scolding, comforting, and heartfelt conversations, you remind them that they're part of a team and don't have to face their struggles alone.

Tags: Astral Express Trio x Reader, Platonic, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Sibling Dynamics, GN!Reader, Protective!Reader, Team Bonding, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries (non-graphic), Mild guilt/self-blame themes, Emotional vulnerability and introspection.

The hum of the Astral Express filled the air, a comforting backdrop to life aboard the interstellar train. You sat in the lounge, scanning over a datapad while keeping half an ear tuned to the faint commotion from the infirmary. It was a sound you'd become all too familiar with since joining the crew.

Dan Heng and Stelle—recovering from yet another scrape they shouldn't have gotten into.

The infirmary door swished open, and March peeked out, her expression torn between amusement and sympathy. "They're ready for the scolding..." she chirped.

You sighed, setting your datapad aside. Rising to your feet, you felt the weight of your role—neither a fighter nor a strategist, but the de facto big sibling of this unconventional family.

The scene in the infirmary was almost comical. Stelle sat on one of the cots, a bandage around her upper arm, her usual unbothered expression firmly in place. Dan Heng stood nearby, his arms crossed over his chest, looking stoic despite the gash on his shoulder that hadn't been there when the mission started.

"Care to explain?" you began, arms crossed and gaze level.

"It was just a minor miscalculation." Dan Heng replied calmly.

"A 'minor miscalculation' doesn't leave you bleeding, Dan Heng," you said pointedly, turning to Stelle. "And you—didn't I tell you to call for backup if things went south?"

Stelle gave a sheepish shrug. "I thought we could handle it."

"You thought wrong." You sighed, your tone softening as you crossed the room. Grabbing a chair, you sat between them, your expression gentler now. "I know you're both incredibly capable. But even the best make mistakes. You're part of a team—you don't have to shoulder everything alone."

Dan Heng's gaze flickered to the floor, and Stelle's shoulders slumped slightly.

"You don’t need to push yourself to the point of breaking to prove anything," you added, standing to place a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders. "We're in this together. If something happened to either of you, we’d all feel it. And you’d feel the same if it were March, right?"

Both nodded, though they didn’t meet your gaze.

"Good. Now, promise me you’ll call for help next time."

"Promise." Stelle said, a small smile tugging at her lips. Dan Heng gave a slight nod, his stoic mask cracking just enough for you to catch the faintest hint of guilt.

Later, in the privacy of the archive, you found Dan Heng surrounded by stacks of books. He looked up as you entered, his expression as composed as ever.

"You didn't just come here to read, did you?" you asked, pulling up a chair.

"...No," he admitted after a moment, his voice quiet. "I thought I could avoid putting others at risk by keeping things to myself. I didn’t think about how that might affect the team."

You smiled softly, resting a hand on his. "Dan Heng, you're not a burden. You're not just running from your past anymore—you’re building a future with all of us. And we need you to trust us enough to let us help."

He hesitated, then gave a small nod. "I'll try."

Later that evening, Stelle found you in the lounge, sitting with a warm drink. She plopped down beside you, her usual confidence dimmed by something you couldn’t quite place.

"You were right," she said, uncharacteristically subdued.

"About what?" you asked, setting your drink down.

"About asking for help." She stared at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes. "I’m used to going it alone. But... it’s different with you guys. It’s like, I know you’ve got my back, and that’s scary because now I care. You know?"

You smiled, ruffling her hair like a younger sibling. "That’s not a bad thing, Stelle. Caring means you’re not just surviving anymore—you’re living."

She leaned into your side, her head on your shoulder. "Thanks, big sibling."

"Anytime," you said, wrapping an arm around her. "Just stop scaring me with the near-death experiences, okay?"

"I’ll try." she mumbled, and for now, that was enough.

(yonagi on X)

[l0vergirlatheart]

⚝ roses protrude from the sidewalk like my love seeping out of the cracks of my once cold skin

sculptor!reader x caelus, sampo, argenti (separate) your creations suddenly escape from the clay that encased them, and they seem to know you're the one who made them oh-so-perfectly. ⚝ = dark content. cw yan-ish and religious-esc themes. "creator, god, divine," etc. playing... YABABAINA by SatapanP div. from @/cafekitsune

YOU just finished sculpting one of your favorite creations. Placing your brush down after just completing varnishing it, you decide it's finally time to take a break while you await the final layer to dry, unaware of how their eyes had now shifted to your now seated form.

At least, not until you heard something begin to crack. You look up, thinking maybe the wind knocked something over? Had one of their props fell off and you needed to re-do it? But when you glanced over at them, chunks of dried clay were breaking off of their figure, revealing a rather human-like appearance beneath them.

You shot up immediately, knocking over the water cup that held your brush, but you paid it no mind as you watched your creation in shock. You wondered if you were hallucinating, even. But you were suddenly aware of the feeling of the dried paint that was on your hands, the way your breathing grew labored, and the way your heart beat faster in your chest.

CAELUS 326 words HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU, he promises. It's at times like this he really wishes he could have anything other than jokes and unserious remarks flowing in those two brain cells of his.

He raises his hands in a sign of peace, meaning no harm as the last of clay falls from his now flesh body while you stare at him, wide-eyed. It's a long while until you get settled with him, and now you suppose it's not horrible to have him around. Sure, he may be straight brainrot and a little stupid sometimes, but honestly? He's gentle in general. Excluding when he's not very aware of his surroundings and swings his bat into one of your toolboxes.

He at least helps you clean everything up, his doings or not.

He thinks you're amazing. You've got the power to create life from clay, and you created him without even realizing it. However, he wishes that you didn't discover it until a little later. Now, you want to create more when he's right there.

His arms snake around you from behind as he leans his head atop wherever he can reach while you're getting your tools in order to create another sculpture - one that'll hopefully come to life just like he did.

"If you don't let go of me," You sigh as you try to pry his tight hold off of you, or at least enough to get your things in order. "I can't make anything at all, for either of us."

"Do you really need another?" He grumbled, almost sounding like a dejected dog as you simply roll your eyes and attempt to shove him off you by his head.

"You're so clingy. Calm down, you're still my first." You state simply, watching as he lights up and smiles at the realization, causing you to just groan. He still hadn't let you go yet.

♫ Thick, splendid, clever, can't stand it, good second generation!

SAMPO 252 words HE DEFINITELY WANTED TO SCARE YOU. Him and his stupid pranks, scaring you from his creation to even now, however, it doesn't mean he's all mischief. He's like, 89% mischief and 11% normal.

He's generally a good person, you could trust him with your life (albeit hesitantly,) but not your wallet. This freak loves money for some reason, and is too good of a liar. His lies never do harm you, however.

How could he harm his lovely creator who introduced him to many things?

You're so intriguing, so powerful that he genuinely can't help but stare at you while you're working, as if you were the sculpture. But don't be fooled, he whines the entire time after you learn of your powers and decide to make another.

"Whaaaat? Psh, no!" Sampo laughs as he directs his eyes away suspiciously, hands behind his back as you stare directly through him. Your arms are crossed over your chest before you sigh and hold one hand out towards him.

"I know you hid my supplies, Sampo." You say as you stare at him, slight annoyance visible on your face as you demanded for them back.

After a bit of bantering, he eventually has to give in. But only in exchange for him basically attaching himself to you for another hour.

(That's a lie, he's stuck to you for the rest of the day. You can't even finish a thing.)

♫ Huh? Huh? Huh? Can't hear anything, nothing at all, never admit a mistake!

ARGENTI 310 words HIS DIVINE GOD, HE TRULY MEANS NO HARM. And it's kind of obvious from the moment he opened his mouth, nothing but praises immediately falling from his lips as you stared at him in a mix of shock and oddity. It was a whiplash effect at first, but the longer you're with him, the more it grows onto you.

He's extremely nice to be around as long as you're okay with hearing him ramble about beauty, how amazing your skills are, how perfect literally anything you have in your home is. It could be the ugliest thing ever and he'd find some way to compliment it. He's a real confidence booster, you'd say.

The only real problem is that he's a real chatterbox. And it's not for the weak.

You're divine to him. Celestial beauty, ethereal looks no matter what angle he looks at you from. You create things almost as lovely as you are, even if you've only just learned of it. He's the few who actually encourage you to create more sculptures. Just don't forget about him, okay?

You're placing down your tools after just finishing the base of your next sculpture when he arrives. He looks a little dejected before he speaks to you, "Have you finished for today?"

You glance back at him before sighing and smiling fondly. You'd pretty much had only seen him in the morning, having been cooped up in your art room the entire rest of the day. "Yes, I am."

He lights up before eagerly beginning to ramble about what he saw today, about how beautiful you and your work-in-progress are, and you just nod along to his words whilst putting your tools away.

It's okay to pack up early for once, right? He's clearly missed you.

♫ If there's only now, isn't there no time to do unpleasant things?

[bakubonez]

Blank Space

Caelus x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: Caelus is bad at interior design. Maybe letting him stay in the cardboard box was a better idea.

A/N: wow this is proofread unlike my many other fics,,, based loosely off the most recent event thingy where the trailblazer gets their own room on the express. reminder to go do it if you haven’t already because it gives LOADS of stellar jade!!!

You were thrilled when March excitedly told you that Caelus was getting his own room on the express—especially such a spacious one! Putting him in the storage room was quite a good idea. It almost made you curse yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You were slightly less thrilled when he dragged you into renovating it with him. Sure, you were handy enough and the task of decorating on its own wasn’t a daunting one, but add having to help Caelus do it to the mix and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea.

Everyone knows that you two adore each other. You truly are two peas in a pod. But really, Caelus’ style when it came to living spaces was… not ideal. Especially compared to your own. Listen, that man was sleeping in a cardboard box of all things with no issue prior to being graced with his own designated space on the express. Did anyone expect him to have interior design skills?

“No, that completely clashes with everything,” you argue, trying to steer Caelus away from the ugly, blinding colours that he seemed so intent of throwing into his room with no regard for a sense of coherency.

“It does not,” he argued, reluctantly letting go of his ‘dream’ to have pee yellow pillow cases and a miserable looking grey-yellow colour for his sheets. What was his obsession with ugly yellows? We’ll never know.

At some point, you and March had genuinely developed a mild concern for Caelus. No truly mentally sound person would make the creative decisions that he did. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his cardboard box. Giving him a room with free reign over what to do with it may have been a lapse in judgement.

Despite the hassle that reasoning with Caelus over room decor was, it paid off. After some time, and a lot of effort(like a ridiculous amount. It should not have been this difficult) from you and March, you finally find the happy medium between a layout that isn’t completely horrific and something that Caelus likes.

The room turns out to be quite cosy, and you find yourself being a little bit jealous of Caelus’ big bathtub. Though, he has welcomed you to use it yourself from time to time. You’ll most certainly be taking up that offer.

All in all, you and March—ahem, you, March, and Caelus, did a good job on decorating the space. It is a step up from the cardboard box.

Unfortunately, giving Caelus a luxury room all to himself isn’t going to stop him from dumpster diving and finding his way into the vents, but that’s his problem now, not yours.

Now, you can bask in the fruits of your labour and enjoy as many lavish baths as you want while he goes to cause trouble. Perhaps you’ll join him.

[mid-stars]

Love me, end me

Blade x reader, dan heng x reader

Part 1 >

As the walls of the chambers rattled, only blade remains inside. If only the script allowed him to leave. This will have to suffice.

"Tell me blade.. How much love have you held just for their blood to spill?"

"..."

"Hah.. You killed them, so I have to bear their blood in my hands..." The silence was illuminating "fuck you. Fuck You... Hah..." Stop crying dan Heng. "You killed them.. Why them? You loved them as much as I. As much as he."

"..."

"I never said such words" "of course you didn't" gazing eyes of one another. "I never expected anything from you. You heartless monster." "Pfft.. apparently n/n wouldn't be proud of you either" he stares at blade "you have no right to—" "Would they really have wanted this? Knowing that I am now held prisoner by your hands.. They wouldn't have been proud." As dan heng marched forward, he was held back by the other two

"Dan heng! Get a hold of yourself!" March yelled, as she continuously tried to hold back her dragon friend "he's too out of it march!" Pulling on his clothing. They hold him back as much as they could "how dare you!?"

"Heh.. It leaves me questioning why they would date a fool like you" stop enraging him "you know, it would be best if you could just—"

"..."

"Haha.. Hahahaha!" A spear was pierced into his chest "it looks like I was right all along.. You are nothing but a replacement to dan feng"

Dan heng gritted his teeth as he fell to his knees.. "How could you do this to them... To [name].. You loved her and you killed her.."

[rinsanityy]

ACT ONE , CHAPTER 0.0 - A Monster's Prologue

synopsis: IN WHICH you've been cursed with tremendous power that you hadn't asked for, now the entire galaxy is against you and aims for your decapitated head. In this game of hide and seek across the galaxy, who will come out triumphant? Hunter or prey?

warnings: mentions of injuries

chapters masterlist

2860 AMBER ERAS AGO

The eclipse gazed down upon the land as it served as the evening's light. It looked down on the mortals who walked and ran, shining them almost as if the spotlight was on them. It shined on everything, the children, the adults, even the animals. 

The eclipse also shined on a child who was being chased around by hunters. Desperate breaths escaped the child's mouth as they ran for their life away from those who wish to stab a blade through their heart. The dark cloak that was being worn by the child flowed at the back of said child, almost giving the hunters an opportunity to take the child by their cape.

Unfortunately for them, they were stabbed in the leg by an arrow. It only made their heart beat faster as they ran while staggering. Though they knew they needed to shake the hunters off, they couldn't see or think properly through their blurry eyes because of the tears.

Their body started to move on its own with the sole goal of escaping by passing through the border that surrounded the entire nation. They knew beyond the border was filled with dangerous monsters that prey on anyone or anything they see but that reason was solely why it was the perfect place for soon-to-be monsters.

Monsters like them.

The younger one grunted out in pain the moment a swift blade came in contact with their right shoulder. The wound was pretty deep meaning the bleeding was also deep. They desperately held one hand over the wound tightly, they thought that it could've at least slowed down the bleeding yet it was only false hope.

They could feel their ears ringing, the numerous hunter's voices was replaced with a loud ringing that only they could hear. Eyelids started to grow heavy and their running was starting to slow down, they were getting tired.

They, the wounded child that was being chased by many hunters, started to panic even more inside. They were about to pass out but they knew the moment they went unconscious, the sooner their young life would to come to an end.

' I'm so scared.. I don't want to die. Why are they chasing me anyway?! I haven't.. am I gonna die? Did I.. do something wrong..? '

They knew no one was going to answer but they couldn't stop their final thoughts as their impending death was near. As much as they could remember.. They turned ten years old today. 

In the midst of what they thought were their final moments, their body was met harshly with a solid hard and rocky surface. When they recovered from the impact, they realized that a tall and large cliff loomed over their small figure. Perhaps it was truly the end for them. Right here, right now.

"Ah!" They let out a scream of surprise when they heard the sound of an arrow fired. The child looked to the side and realized that the arrow had narrowly missed their head as it pinned itself to the sturdy surface of the cliff.

The child backed away from the hunters in pure fear. They tried to put as much distance away from the hunters yet their attempt to do so was proven futile when they felt their back make contact with a rock hard surface. Their trembling eyes met the hateful gaze that belonged to the people who are about to bring an end to their life.

"Nowhere to run, kiddo. Unless 'ya wanna let the monsters outside the safe zone deal with 'ya instead, I don't mind watchin' them tear you apart." The one who led the group of hunters intimidated the child. He got off of his horse and began to take slow steps towards them. He unsheathed the sword from his belt and pointed it towards their head, the blade shone in the moonlight.

The child's grip on their bleeding shoulder tightened as their heart started to beat louder in their chest. Their leg that was pierced by an arrow during the whole chase had blood trickling down onto the grass, staining what was once full of life with impending death. 

They closed their eyes tight, choosing to accept the fact that this was the end.

As they prepared themselves for their impending doom, that's when they felt it.

Before they knew it, a surge of power began to overwhelm their small and fragile child body. It was painful for the child because they unexpectedly began to kneel over as they grasped their head in pain. The hunters were disturbed by this revelation and were even more confused when the child began to let out screams of pain and torture. 

The child's teeth began to grow sharper until it resembled a pair of fangs. Horns started to sprout out of their head, it's shape deformed and looked like the horns of a demon. Their eyes gazed upon the moon in the midst of their transformation. Eyes that transformed into a dark and bloody red and sclera turning pitch black widened upon realizing that it was a Lunar Eclipse that shone down that fateful night.

The leader of the hunters set his gaze back on the child who had their head down and knees to the ground. With determination, he rushed forward with his blade that shone in the moonlight and aimed to slice their head off. His blade was inches away from the child's neck before realizing that this was not the frightful child he had been chasing this whole time.

Oh he made a grave mistake indeed.. for they were no longer a human child with a target plastered on their back.

This.. was a beast driven by anger and grief.

[dancingrain9625]

Attendant of Change and Growth

Why did I write this?

I dunno I was bored and Elizabeth has been on my mind a lot.

Velvet Room Attendant Reader x Honkai Star Rail Various

The reader is pretty much Elizabeth for the HSR universe.

—

Trailblazer

Memory [Name]: First Encounter Meeting them was a bizarre turn of events. Defeating the doomsday beast at Herta's Station with their mere arrival and taking its place as our opponent as a way to "apologize to us." Had the stellaron inside me not awakened and drawn Nanook's gaze I'm not sure what may have happened but... I think [Name] would have spared us either way. Memory [Name]: Nickname The second time [Name] and I had met they called me by a new monicker. Or a new title they clarified after some misunderstandings. I was the Fool. Memory [Name]: Their Search [Name] had once unveiled to me that they were looking for a question. A journey for them to embark on. I asked whether they'd join us but I was quickly turned down with the response that this was my journey. One whose destination I would have to reach on my own terms. Not that they were against a sudden "Twist of fate every now and again. I'll be sure to make it up to you." I fear what that may entice.

Black Swan

About [Name]: Parlor Tricks I remember a time I had attempted to gaze into their memories only to be met with the response "Such parlor tricks can get stuffed!" About [Name]: Dancing They have quite a bizarre way of dancing you know? I can't say it doesn't suit them though. Like a storm, you simply have to move along with it lest you risk getting swept away. I did enjoy teaching them how to dance in a ballroom properly afterward. About [Name]: Divining Fate Have you had your fate divined by them? I was able to convince them to do it for a few people. Despite their strange conventions and cards the fates they predict often come true. Something that I can tell disappoints them seeing as how they often predict hardship or challenges that the recipient tends to not want to face. Not because they brought about that hardship but because despite their warning the person doesn't prepare themselves.

HuoHuo

About [Name]: A Demon?! Hair as white as snow and yellow piercing eyes..! They're a demon in mortal clothing I'm sure! Yet you sure like spending time with them! Haha! You kept asking when the next time they'd come back would be! About [Name]: Courage Training No more! No more, please! I prefer the comedic horrors I watch to the scary monsters in their book! They're perfect for training! You should be thanking them for such perfect sparring partners! Especially if you get to fight these scary things without your life actually being at risk! About [Name]: Talisman We made a few sealing talismans together once before, but when I used them on a spirit, it was exorcised completely. I wanted to ask for more but- No way! Not until you can make one like that on your own!

Thoughts?

[plasmasimagination]

oh new hsr writer!! okay can I request welt yang with a reader who often gets spells of lightheadedness and has fainted a few times? projecting my illness orz

A/n- Hi love!! And ofcourse,I haven't written for welt yet so YAYY,also I'm really sorry if I said anything wrong I don't have much experience with writing such topics so I'm really sorry please correct me if I said anything offensive/incorrect!

Have a nice day don't forget to eat and drink <3

When he noticed you feeling lightheaded for the first time he felt uneasy,he asked you about it and asked you to elaborate so he can understand it completely

From then on he would keep an eye on you just incase you might need his assistance if you feel lightheaded

Will definelty research about it to try and find a way to help you in some way

If you ever fainted and he was nearby he would ,not so surprisingly, be very calm, on the outside. He is low-key feeling a tini tiny bit of worry in him but he doesn't show it

Would probably manage to catch you before you manage to fall and hurt yourself, would gently lay you down on the nearest place. And then just sit there,holding your hand gently stroking it and occasionally checking your puls, just to be sure...

When you open your eyes he felt a wave of relief go over him. he's still holding your hand and calmly explaining what happend

After that time you fainted he will be extra careful and whenever he sees you feeling lightheaded he will keep an very close eye on you.

Incase you need water or any liquid, he's your man, will carry it around just incase you need it,and even if you don't he will encourage you to drink but won't force it.

Will let you take your time if you need to stand up slowly, or anything like that, your health is more important than anything in the world and he wants to make sure his darling is safe!

[renn-phrs]

Trying to write a one-shots / drabbles for HSR, any recs what character should it be? (I don't do teens unless it's like a highschool au!)

I mostly do 1-3 chara (the charas with the most votes will be featured and the rest will be on upcoming ff) & Gen-neutral!

Ps: Idk why I put svarog but I just need to put it for funsies 😭🤍

[fairykazu]

head over heels hcs ft. dan heng + stelle

masterlist

in love! dan heng would always remember your favorite foods, what kind of books you read, how you like your coffee brewed and what kind of notes you like in your perfume / cologne.

in love! dan heng ensures that you're always comfortable no matter where you are and even if it sacrifices his own comfortability.

in love! dan heng burns cds for you for songs that remind you of him.

since he is an archivist, in love! dan heng always restocks your favs so it always seems like there's an infinity amount of them. he is so insane

in love! stelle would go dumpster diving or thrifting to find items that remind you of her

in love! stelle is very stubborn at times but likes to playfully annoy you. such as pretending to be very annoyed of you if you asked for a certain task before she does it anyway.

in love! stelle sings you to sleep and if she's terrible, which you don't tell her about, she forces march and dan heng to teach her to serenade you better.

in love! stelle dms you randomly on tiktok or instagram of random funny videos or couple videos tagging you and going "us :3"

[kotoku]

Could I request Dr Ratio, Aven, and Sunday (separately) with a partner who calls them edible as a weird form of compliment? Like “awww you look so cute and edible!”

And maybe they sometimes bite him, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to be uncomfortable

Please and thank ya!

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ, ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ

pairings - sunday x reader / aventurine x reader / dr ratio x reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ established relationship/ reader has their own way of expressing their affection lol

warnings - none

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

“Aww you look so cute and edible!”

“Edible? Is this in reference to my wings being called chicken wings?” 

↻ Sunday has literally no idea what you are talking about but he appreciates the compliment

↻ Whenever you call him ‘edible’ he just gives you a smile and says thank you, continuing on with his business

↻ At one point he would probably ask his sister what it means to be called ‘edible’, getting a laugh and a not so helpful description in response

↺ He’d probably ask the Trailblazer about it since they seem on par with your slang (boomer Sunday lol)

↻ Sometimes you’ll randomly bite him, especially on his wings which always get a extreme reaction from him 

↺ He can’t tell whether he likes it or is uncomfortable with it, nonetheless he politely advises you to bite anywhere else besides his wings (he might experiment on that later in private)

↻ Like your ‘edible’ comment, he’ll find your biting a little weird but dismisses it as your way of showing that you adore him (maybe it’s some sort of mating ritual? who knows)

↻ If you call him ‘edible’ or bite him in public, he freezes– how is he going to explain this!? 

↺ He probably has numerous of bite marks on his skin from you, not like you bit too hard for it to hurt but it was definitely hard enough to leave a mark (he gets flustered everytime he looks at them, desperately trying to cover them up before leaving the house)

↺ If someone says something about it, he’ll shrug it off and say that’s how you show your affection for him, giving them a look that urges them to not talk about it any longer

“I’m cute and edible? Thanks, you’re cute and edible too, _____.”

↻ Aventurine partially understands what you mean

↻ He’ll call you ‘edible’ as well as a little joke, giving you a playful smile

↻ Honestly, Aventurine would take the ‘edible’ compliment as something suggestive, calling you ‘edible’ with a knowing look in his eyes as you burn up underneath his gaze

“Not in that way, Aven!”

↻ Aventurine lets you call him whatever you want as long as it’s nothing too extreme, especially if it’s in a public setting

↺ However, being called ‘edible’ isn’t inherently a bad thing to be called so he just shrugs and lets you call him that

↻ I can imagine him buying some sort of pastry/cake of himself to live up to that compliment of yours

“See ____, I’m literally edible now.”

↻ If you bit Aventurine as a way of showing your affection, he’d do the same to you without any shame

↺ The fucker would do it in public too, right in front of his subordinates or coworkers

↻ You’d mainly bite his forearm, cheek, or neck (right on his tattoo), which always elicits a reaction out of him

↺ Sometimes it would leave marks and he wouldn’t even bother covering them up, in fact, he’d display it with pride

“Oh this? My partner gave it to me, that’s how they show their affection.”

↻ He couldn’t give two shits about what anyone has to say about them

↻ The bites you give him are a not that uncomfortable, he’d probably like the feeling a lot (masochist -_-)

“Edible? _____, you can't eat me. That would be known as cannibalism, which is frowned upon in most places.”

↻ Veritas has no clue what the fuck you are talking about.

↻ Edible? What do you mean he’s edible?? Are you planning on eating him???

↻ He just stares at you to see if you’re joking, but you’re not, so he massages his temples as he gives you a disappointed sigh

“Out of all the compliments you could’ve given me, you chose to call me ‘edible’.”

↻ He respects your effort and appreciates the compliment though, never giving it a second thought if you call him that again

↻ Honestly, Veritas would probably do some research on what it means, taking it a tad bit far

↺ Is it something the people on your planet did? Was it a courting thing? 

↺ You’d have to reassure him that it’s just a compliment you came up with and that it just means you love him a lot (spoiler alert: he doesn’t believe you for a second and thinks there’s a hidden meaning behind it)

↻ Watching him invest his time into this compliment is something that both intrigues and worries you, but you let him go until it gets too far

↻ If you bit him as a way of showing your affection, he’d probably go down a whole ‘nother rabbit hole about its meaning

↻ If your biting left some marks on him, he’d cover them up to the best of his ability

↺ If someone noticed them, he would immediately glare at them, effectively preventing them from talking about it

“Not a word.”

↻ You probably like biting his biceps lol

↻ If you bit hard enough to where it was uncomfortable, he’d probably politely tell you to stop and that if you’re going to perform your weird mating ritual, you need to bite softer

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

[fuxuannie]

* pairing(s) : various hsr x gender neutral reader

* prompt : drabbles abt hsr charac's and smth they like abt u?? idk im having brainrot spare me <\3.

* authors note : this was a cute idea, lowkey made me miss having a crush HAHAHA. if this does well i promy on my left toe ill do a part two (REAL).. maybe ooc, i'm just brainrotting huhu

DAN HENG was.. oddly uncomfortable but comfortable with the feeling of liking you. You two hadn't been together long, but the short amount of time had him noticing all the little quirks that you'd do, how you'd tap your pencil whenever you were stuck on a problem, the routine you had every morning and the little notes you'd leave for the trailblazers inside their rooms.

The part that made him feel a little iffy was that.. he wasn't used to being like this. He was never the type to care much about the quirks and habits of people, but considering the amount of time he spends with you (and staring at you), he can't really blame himself. He was absolutely smitten for you, so maybe those changes weren't so bad.

"You're so cute." He chuckles as he leans on his doorframe, catching you red handed as you stick the 'anonymous' sticky note on his desk. (Everyone figured it out it was you since you were the only one who wouldn't recieve one.) "Heyy, how did you catch me?" You say with a giggle, as he walked towards you and pulled you close from your waist. "The little things about you give everything away, my love."

Saying that MARCH 7TH adored you was an understatement. She absolutely LOVED being with you, all the time, everywhere. She'll be clinging onto you like a koala and if you're busy or Welt tells her to stop being so affectionate she'll pout and cross her arms. "Why can't I be with my partner?!" She'll say with an annoyed tone, "Because you have a mission, March." Welt would reply, rolling his eyes as you only chuckle in amusement.

You already knew how clingy she'd be, and infact you loved that about her, it was so sweet with how much she cared. She'll take and shoot thousands of arrows for you, to protect you and make sure you'll always be safe and happy to cuddle her before sleeping.

Speaking of which, shes in your arms, softly snoring as you two snuggle closely on her bed. You can't believe she's yours, the most pretty, bashful and caring girl in the universe. And she loved being with you the most.

BRONYA frowned as she stared at the clock in her office, 9PM. She was still forbidden to go home, and knew how lonely it must be for you. She was your lover, but could barely find time on most days to be with you. "It's okay!" She remembers you saying, but she can't help but feel guilty imagining all the times you slept alone in a shared bed.

The sound of her door creaking open caught her attention, and she watched as you peeked your head through the door and giggle. "(name)?!" She says with a shocked and confused voice, watching you open the little sling bag that you brought with you and pull out a lunchbox. "Eat. I know you haven't eaten." You demand, putting the neatly put together meal that you made for her.

Even if you had done this so many times, it still surprised Bronya every time you had these little surprise visits. "Dear.. I appreciate all of this but it'll be late if you leave now-" But a puzzled expression is plastered all over her face as she watched you make a little comfy sleeping corner with a pillow and a hood you were wearing as a blanket.

She sighs at your stubborn nature, knowing she won't change your mind. You notice her pulling up a chair and putting it next to hers, she sits down and pats her lap. "You can.. try and see if that's more comfortable." Finally, her worried gaze turned into a smile as you're eyes sparkled in delight. Before you sat down, you plant a kiss on her cheek and lay down on her lap.

"I love you, Bronya."

"I love you more, (name)."

Dating JING YUAN might be the hardest quest you've accepted, the DOZING GENERAL was on quite a handful of lists of men that parents want their daughters to marry. And hell, they've even tried throwing their daughters in his way, but he's effortlessly avoided them all. As you were the only person who had truly mattered in his heart.

He knew that his popularity can be.. suffocating. Even when he was simply courting you, he asked Tingyun to stop selling photos of him, so you'd know that he was completely serious on being a better man than he ever could be for you. But that alone can't stop the delusions of obsessed women, and Jing Yuan spent no time reassuring you that you're the only one who gets to hold his heart and say it belongs to you.

In a crowded area, his eyes never stray far from your figure that stands next to him and holds his hand. Despite the whispers, or the fawning women (and men), his eyes were locked on yours and his gaze wasn't going anywhere.

During his meetings (where he'd sometimes be dozing off..), he'd notice how you'd actually be paying attention and smiles at your adorable serious face like the most smitten man he is in the galaxy.

You can generalize it and say that Jing Yuan has made it so painfully clear to everyone that he was inlove with one person, and had no intentions of entertaning anyone else.

HERTA, despite her puppets scattered everywhere, her main body was always nervous when it came to being around you. Maybe you were used to it, always seeing her around, but she had not quite been used to human to human contact in a while. It's natural the way she tries to brush off the way she profusely blushes after your fingertips brush against her, because she's not used to spending so much time with someone as herself. She can't just pretend something isn't there anymore, because around you, she's just an absolute mess.

You watched Herta as she works on yet another puppet for the station, putting a hand on her shoulder as she jolts at the touch. "Hehe, no need to be startled. It's just me." You tell her, but she pouts a little in response. "I am an utterly perfect being. Little things such as that do not invoke fear in me."

Humming as a response, she finds it hard to find any interest in her work now. Why would she? You're right next to her, and you were far more interesting and pretty than any of the other things she's created.

She leans on you and you look down at her, "Hm? Have you lost interest in it already?" You ask, already familiar with her habit of losing motivation in a task when uninterested. She looks up at you and smiles a little. "How could I not when you're here? I might even say, you're the most interesting thing in my entire life."

GEPARD was a man who thought that loyalty was to be earned, not given freely. So when he had met you, his heart knew that no one was as deserving of his loyalty than you. You were apart of the Silvermane guards, and so naturally he was your leader. On the first day, you were very kind to not only Gepard, but your fellow guards as well. Many believed you were the kindness that the Silvermane guards deserved but never recieved, and he couldn't help but agree.

When you two began dating, he never noticed how much softer he had gotten. The way his gaze lingered on you when you left the room, the gentle kisses he'd plant on your cheek, and the way he enjoyed making you flustered. Those things were actions that the Captain didn't know he could enjoy, until you had come into his life, and practically changed the trajectory of it.

You were rambling on about something, and as usual Gepard sat next to you and listened. Smiling a bit at your excitement of whatever you were so passionate about, eventually his gaze went from your eyes, to your lips and at that realization he nervously looked away and stared at his shoes as if the most interesting thing in the world.

"Gepard? Are you alright?" You noticed how he he had looked away, and he was silent for a few moments before swiftly planting a kiss on your lips, something unexpected considering you were both in a public space. When he pulled away, a clear blush decorated his cheeks in such a color that made him look so pretty. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

SAMPO adores messing with you, little teases to get you riled up. (but never taking it too far.) How could he not? When you have such a pretty expression when you were getting teased. But other than that, he was surprisingly domestic. He liked cooking for and with you, washing clothes, eating together in the morning and generally just liked doing house work with you.

You'd wake up to breakfast in bed more often than not, and a smiling Sampo waiting for you to wake up in the side opposite to you. "Good morning, sleepy head." or "Good morning, sleeping beauty." on other days, he was such a sweet man to you, to a point you were unsure of what you did to deserve him.

And he knew you thought of that, so every night he'd whisper all the little things he grew to love about you. His own little way to let you sleep without a heavy heart.

You were the child of a swordsmith, YANQING adored swords. Need I say more? You two loved to go on and on about different swords, how they're made, how they're used and the history. Yanqing loved to talk about this with you, as many people thought he was almost crazy for his love for it, but you never judged him. That little thought alone made his heart flutter and eyes sparkle in adoration.

You let him be the little excited nerd he was whenever you invited him to your job, admiring the photos of different swords you helped make on the walls and if he was good, you'd make him a new one to take home.

"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" He'd gush, admiring the newly forged blade in his hands as you chuckle a bit at his excitement. "Your welcome, love."

[purple-plum-petals]

⊱ You Can Do Better Than Me ⊰ || Boothill X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮        Character(s): Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail)        Reader Type: Human, Not the Trailblazer (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)        Warning(s): Break-up (Miscommunication/Assumptions… Not Permanent), Negative Body Image/Self-talk (Regarding Boothill), Use of Petnames (Boothill calls Reader “darlin’” and “sweets” and Reader calls Boothill “honey” and “love”), Slightly Suggestive Ending.        Genre: Drabble, Angst, Fluff (Hurt/Comfort), Pre-Established Romantic Relationship        Word Count: ~2500 words       Prompt: “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”        Author’s Note: Hello everyone, I come back to you briefly with a random Boothill drabble because this cowboy has been on my brain for the past three months and I needed to get something written for him ASAP. I actually got both him and his lightcone on release day, so I’m still hyped about that (didn’t even need to break my F2P status either hehehe 😎). I will get around to writing a multi-chapter fic for him as soon as my summer semester is over and all of the current requests in the ask box have been answered. I’ve been managing the workload relatively well so far, but it’s genuinely been so overwhelming in terms of content/information that my brain can barely form coherent sentences after class and work. 😭 Anyways, have some self-conscious Boothill and my beloved hurt/comfort. Maybe instead of saving the horse, we should save the cowboy. Also… let me know if anyone is interested in a part two, and I’ll be happy to write it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)             Tag-List: @anonima-2 – I know you wanted me to tag you if I got around to writing a Boothill X Reader fic, so here it is! It may not be a multi-chapter one, but I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡ ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

���﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

You had known Boothill for quite some time now. You had crossed paths with the elusive Galaxy Ranger throughout the years, so many times that you eventually lost count. Three times was uncommon, five times was rare, but over twenty times? That was absolutely unheard of given the vast expanse of space. It got to the point where you both noticed how frequently you would meet, the two of you making jokes that the universe was pushing you together.

Boothill had thought for a while you were sent to capture and/or kill him by the IPC but, after a particularly intense “discussion” (where he proceeded to hold you at gunpoint, as he frequently did with most people), you were able to confirm that all of the times you two had met were indeed just an exceedingly rare coincidence. It was something you would occasionally bring up to tease him about nowadays, poking fun at the fact he had literally held his future partner at gunpoint. It was a memorable event to reminisce on when asked by others ‘how did you two meet?’.

Years had passed since that unforgettable interaction, and both you and Boothill were happy and content in your current relationship. All of that time together with him had given you insight into how the cowboy typically behaved. He could be brash and rush into trouble head-first, but he was also immensely intelligent and could think of a plan on the fly to get himself out of even the stickiest situations. He was the type of person who frequently spoke his mind, not allowing his tampered-with Synesthesia Beacon to completely censor what he wanted to say… which is why you were as worried as you were lately.

Your boyfriend hadn’t been as talkative as he usually was. He had returned from a three-month-long trek around the galaxy a few days ago, and he had been distant ever since he came back. His replies had been clipped, and he had a strange look in his eye whenever he glanced your way; he hadn’t even looked at you for more than a few seconds since his return.

Tentatively, you made your way over to where he was sitting by an open window in your home, the breeze gently blowing the strands of his black-and-white hair to and fro. You stepped closer to stand next to him as you asked, voice tender as you spoke, “Boothill, honey, what’s wrong? You’ve been more reserved than usual these past few days, and I just want to check to see if you’re ok–…”

Then, he spoke, his voice firm as he cut off the rest of what you were going to say, “…I wanna break up.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach at his words, and you felt your palms begin to clam up with sweat as you whispered, “W… What?” You swallowed harshly, stepping closer to him as you asked, double-checking to see if you had heard him correctly, “What did you just say?”

“I said I wanna break up.” He says once more, voice rough as he turns his head ever-so-slightly to watch you from his peripheral. It felt like the world had stopped moving when he confirmed what you had always hoped you would never have to hear, and you feel your eyes begin to water. He finally, after so many days, looks at you directly after what has felt like eons. Whatever expression was on your face caused him to flinch before he looked away once more, staring at his hat on the nearby table.

Boothill sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he continues to speak, his voice gentler than usual as he tells you, “I don’t think this,” He pauses, taking his hand and gesturing toward himself before finishing his thought, “…is good fer you.”

Your emotions were fluctuating so quickly that your mind didn’t know what to do with all of them. First, you were worried about your boyfriend, then you were heartbroken when he said he wanted you two to go your separate ways, and now? Now you were angry, a sudden burst of frustration filling your veins at his reasoning behind wanting to end your relationship. Your heart aches as you exclaim, trying not to pay attention to the wetness forming along your lashes, “Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about?”

Boothill is back to refusing to look at you, so you try to move into his line of sight as you ask, your hands flailing about as you speak in a desperation-laced tone, “What, exactly, isn’t ‘good for me’ Boothill?”

He turns his head to look at you, standing up from where he had been sitting as he holds his hands out, trying to placate you as he says hastily, “Listen don’t – don’t get the wrong idea, alright?”

“How can I not get the wrong idea when you suddenly tell me you want to end our relationship!?” You yell back, feeling the tears begin to trickle down your cheeks. You were angry, sure, but the soul-crushing feeling of separating from the man you loved so deeply pierced your heart like a knife. Your frustration quickly began to be tainted with sorrow, your voice coming out softly as you ask him, your mind desperate for some kind of answer as you place a hand on your chest, “Did I… Did I do something for you to come to this decision?”

Panic floods his expression immediately as he reaches out, his hands resting on your shoulders as he leans down to look at your face. He quickly tells you, one of his hands coming up to gently cup your cheek as his thumb brushes away your tears, “No, no, no, no – you didn’t do anythin’, darlin’. You’ve been perfect in every way, I just…”

He pauses, gaze traveling to the ground as he thinks of what to say. His cold, metallic fingers against your skin are comforting to you in a way you couldn’t describe – comforting in a way no one else would be able to understand. Boothill’s eyes meet with yours once more as he continues speaking with a bittersweet smile, “You could do so much better than me, sweets. I don’t want to hold you back.”

The anger you had felt was suddenly back in full force as you asked him, brows furrowed as you questioned, “How?”

Your hands come up to hold onto his, the one that was still lovingly cupping your face as you ask, leaning forward toward him as you speak, “How could I do better than you? What are you holding me back from?”

Boothill shakes his head, saying with a frown, “There’s so many things I can’t give you… I can’t give ya a peaceful life, I can’t give ya a family…” His voice cracks slightly at the word, but he continues to speak as he begins to pull his hand away from your face, “You deserve someone who’s around more often – someone who can be there for ya whenever you need ‘em.”

Boothill chuckles bitterly, removing his hand from your grasp as walks over to grab his hat off of the nearby table, and you’ve never felt so cold and empty in your entire life. You watch helplessly as he places the hat on his head, staring as he begins to make his way toward the front door as he tells you, “You deserve someone who doesn’t cause you to jump every time their freezin’ cold hands touch ya – someone who can actually feel ya.”

You step toward him, reaching out to take his hand in yours and effectively stopping him in his tracks as you say firmly, “Boothill, shut the fuck up. Aren’t you going to at least ask me what I think about this?”

Boothill sighs, turning back around to look at you as he speaks. He doesn’t do anything to remove his hand from your grasp, instead gently squeezing it in a comforting manner as he tells you, “Listen, sweets, I just think it’s for the better that–…”

“No, it’s not.” You say, your voice strong despite the tears that had begun to flow down your face. You look up at him, bringing his hand to place on your chest as you tightly hold it over your heart, telling him firmly and genuinely despite the way your voice cracks, “I don’t care if you can’t give me those things. When did I even say that’s what I wanted in life?”

“Why wouldn’t you want that?” Boothill asks, looking down at you as if you had grown a second head, as if everything he said he couldn’t give you was something that everyone would want. He looks conflicted as he tells you, trying to take his hand back as he steps away from you and closer to the front door, “You deserve to be happy – you deserve to have someone who’s there for you.”

“What if all I want is you, huh?” You tell him, refusing to let go of his hand – refusing to let him leave your life in such a way. Your hold on Boothill’s hand was tight because you knew, deep down, if you let his hand slide out of yours, you’d never see him again. You look up at him as you speak, a spark of determination in your eyes which causes Boothill’s cheeks to flush a light shade of blue, “No one else can give me you. You’re the one that makes me happy – not some dream life, not some perfect family – just you.”

“You don’t want me, darlin’ – I promise, once I’m gone, you’ll move on an’ another lucky fella will have the honor of being able to love ya.” Boothill tells you with furrowed brows and a smile, his sharp teeth peeking out from behind his lips as he tries to convince you he’s not what you want. You could feel your eyebrow twitch in frustration at his words, your tears slowing down as you refute his claim.

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” You ask him, a tinge of hurt and frustration mixed in your voice as you reach out to firmly hold both of his hands in your own. Boothill allows you to do so with no fanfare, a conflicted expression on his face; his fingers twitch in your hold. He watches as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before once again looking at him as you whisper, “Listen, if you want to leave, I’m not going to stop you or hold you back, but…” You pause, smiling warmly at him before continuing, “but I want you. I want to be with you, not this hypothetical ‘fella’ you’ve envisioned who would give me a perfect life.”

Before Boothill could open his mouth to try and argue again, you quickly add on as you bring one of his hands to your lips, pressing a light kiss to his digits as you tell him, “I don’t care that you’re cold to the touch – I don’t care that we won’t have a picture-perfect life together…” You feel the tears beginning to form on your lashes again as you run your thumbs along his knuckles, telling him sincerely, “I’ve never imagined a future without you in it, love.”

Boothill looks down at you, his expression a clash between his adoration for you and the heaviness of the situation. He shakes his head, bringing one of your hands to his lips as he presses a kiss to the back of it as he tells you, voice uncharacteristically quiet as he admits, “I… I don’t want to leave, sweets. I just…” He hesitates as he makes eye contact with you, raising a brow as he once again gestures to himself as he asks, “Are you sure this is what ya want?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life,” You tell him, letting go of his hands as you instead wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your bodies press against one another. His arms wrap around your waist on instinct, pulling you close to him as you press your foreheads together. You stare into his eyes and bring a hand to his cheek, placing your palm against his face as you run your thumb along the skin under his eye. He leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as you tell him with a smile, “Rain or shine, good or bad… I want to be beside you throughout it all.”

“Heh, well… I’m glad I get to be by yer side.” Boothill says, opening his eyes once more to look at you. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your temple as he whispers, almost as if he didn’t want the world to hear him – to keep this tender moment a secret between the two of you, “…Thank you for choosin’ me out of the rest of the blokes in the galaxy, darlin’. I’m a real lucky guy to have someone as wonderful as you.”

“I’d choose you in every universe, Boothill. That’s a promise.” You reply with a smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, almost as if you were teasing him.

He smirks at both your words and your actions, saying with a raised brow as he leans back, tilting his hat up with one finger as he speaks, “That’s quite a big promise there, darlin’. Sure you can keep it?”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You reply, matching his expression as you huff, “Don’t doubt me, cowboy.”

“I won’t, I won’t…” Boothill says with a chuckle. He pauses, his smile faltering slightly as he looks down at you. Your eyes were still slightly red, and the stains your tears had left on your cheeks were still present. He pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck as he takes a deep breath in, muttering against your skin, “Aeons, I love ya… I love ya so fudgin’ much.”

“I love you, too, honey.” You reply softly, running your hand up and down his back when an idea pops into your mind. It was a mischievous one, and the mere thought of it causes a smirk to grow on your lips. You reach up and grab the hat from his head as you instead place it on yours, asking him flirtatiously, “Why don’t I show you just how much I love you?”

“Well… I certainly like the sound of that.” Boothill replies lowly, his eyes half-lidded as he gently caresses your face, smirking at his hat now resting atop your head. He leans down and kisses you, whispering against your lips in a sultry tone, “Plus, I’d like to apologize for makin’ you cry… Can I, darlin’?”

The tone of his voice was enough to make your heart start beating faster, and you could feel your cheeks begin to warm as you replied quickly with a simple, “Please do.”

[alekthefox]

Overheating

Boothill fic because I'm OBSESSED!

Have you noticed he has some sort of large plug socket on the small of his back? Mmmmmmmmmmm I have ideas~

(Do tell me in the comments what person you prefer to read in, first person, second person, third person. I really don't know. I just roleplay a lot so this is the type I'm most used to.)

Tags: Boothill has nerve-like sensors on his body, he can indeed overheat, teasing, banter, mention of alcohol, rough Boothill, failed smut (he stops so he doesn't hurt reader) Pairing: Boothill x gender neutral reader (not trailblazer+no mention of lower private parts), 3rd person Context for reader: The reader is a bounty hunter who occasionally teams up with Boothill. They waited outside the workshop for Boothill to be repaired. That reckless man might be good at dodging bullets, even dancing in the crossfire, but a well timed grenade tore him apart. Luckily, his pretty face is unharmed. After several hours he came out. They were on their phone, checking the transaction that just came in as a reward for their work. "Fifty, just as agreed upon. Wanna get a drink, big guy?" Fifty million credits was very little to bounty hunters. It should have been an easy job, like a little thrill-seeking. But this dumbass of a man has no sense of safety. They got away with just a few scrapes unlike him. "You invitin' me on a date, eh?" "Hah, you wish." "Aw, you wound me~ at least let me buy you a drink." They rolled their eyes and started walking, expecting him to follow, and that he did. Not only that but he gracefully passed them like a skilled dancer, walking ahead. Their eyes traced over his literally sculpted body. The man not only chose to make himself have NO ass, but also metal fucking abs... and a jacket that covered nothing. But... there was some sort of exposed hole on the small of his back. A plug socket? It was too large to logically be for anything they can recognize. Out of impulse they put a hand on his back, which he didn't mind, smirking. That smirk was soon to drop. Their hand slid down the middle of his back until their fingers slowly traced the rim of socket. He stopped walking, his back arched and he covered his mouth. He stumbled forwards before spinning around and grabbing their wrist harshly. "What the fudge do you think you're doin'?" Well, that was an unexpected reaction. If that part was so sensitive, why was it exposed? "Curiosity killed the cat. I didn't expect you to be such a whore, exposing a sensitive part for everyone to see." "Well nobody thinks to fudging touch it. I'm gettin' real tired of yer teasin'. Always got yer eyes on my body, always sneakin' in small touches, leanin' in close, stealing my hat--which I'd kill people over-- it's fudgin' annoyin'!" "I plead guilty~." At the mention of his hat they reach up with the unbound hand but he leans away, still holding their wrist. Now the grip gets tighter. Cold, metal fingers like a deadly vice, locked joints so there isn't a way to escape it. He might leave bruises at this point. He turns them around and grabs both wrists to pin them behind their back, pushing them against the nearest wall. The display attracts attention from strangers. Nobody stops to form a crowd, but eyes are certainly on the two of them. They laugh. "Either tell me to stop or do something about it, cowboy." "Fudge."

He presses them against the wall with his body. But his body isn't cold... They can hear the fan inside his torso spinning loudly, the metal heated. He's flustered. His voice is gravely in their ear. "Can't tell if I wanna shut ya up or make you scream." "Well make a choice, big guy. Leave, take me to the bar, or take me to private place." Boothill huffs then hesitantly lets go of them and starts walking. It's unclear which he chose but he did stop to see if they're following so the choice isn't 'leave'. They follow, eyes trailing over his body again, never getting enough. It's his carefully constructed body, it's the way he moves through the crowds, those heels that are actually a part of his legs--of course they are--and the...

He lead them to a hotel. A quite nice hotel. They smile wide with a raised brow. Now this will be interesting. They wonder just what he's got packing seeing as he's literally 90% metal. He pays for a room for one night, and slightly strangely, the next day as well. He opens the door for them and places a hand on the small of their back as they both walk in. As soon as he turns to close the door they hug him from behind, feeling up and down his torso. He huffs, his cooled body now heating up again. They swear they see a bit of steam come from his mouth. He places a hand on the wall in front of him as their hands explore his body and eventually land once again on that plug socket. Gently circling the rim, his body grows hotter, his breathing gets heavier. He's letting them do it but they can tell he's barely holding back. They put a soft kiss between his shoulders as two fingers slip into the hole to see how deep it goes. It goes about to the second knuckle and the moment their fingers brush the end he bends forwards to hit his head on the wall. "That feel good?" He doesn't respond with words, instead with haste he turns around and grabs their hair and pulls them into a bruising kiss. His other hand grips their hip, pulling their bodies against each other. Knowing very well how sharp his teeth are he gently bites their lip. Then he moves onto their neck, leaving kisses, sucking on the skin, and sometimes biting just enough to leave tiny marks of a shark bite. The hickeys aren't enough to mark them, anyone can leave hickeys, but the bites are his mark without a doubt. He wants everyone to know who they belong to. Their hand sneaks to his back again, abusing that sensitivity. He really, truly, growls in their ear and recklessly bites their neck hard. Their entire body reacts to the pain. He apologetically licks the blood off, savoring the taste of iron in it. He's uncharacteristically silent. Luckily he had enough of clarity to bite more towards the shoulder.

They tug on his belt which is an extremely dangerous game. "You want it off? Do it yourself, baby."

URGH, this man is so damn annoying yet so damn hot. They start with the belt, then pants, then underwear, one after the other. But before they can look down Boothill spins them around as if they weigh nothing to him, once again they're pressed chest first into the wall. They protest by pushing back into him. Which is an extremely smart move because then they feel it. It feels like... a silicone dildo. How the fuck can there be nerve-like sensors inside silicone? Then again... how can they be in metal as well? Buuuut then again a lot of planets around the cosmos have different levels of technological advancements. Now was indeed not the time to dwell on the logic of it. Especially as his hand went from their hip to underneath their shirt and up their torso. Cold fingers pinched the left nipple as his teeth grazed their neck. After he was satisfied with their reactions, their sounds, his hand moved lower, his body pressing them into the wall out of excitement, his body almost scalding hot. Just as his hand was to reach there he stops and backs away abruptly. They whine and turn around only to see his head is hanging low, hat obscuring most of his face. Some of the plates on his body have shifted to be ajar for the literal steam to come out, fan whirring loudly. "Well fudge... Had to stop so I don't burn ya. I promise, when I cool down, I'll take care of ya. I swear it."

Author's notes: I am not fucking sorry for ending it like this. Suffer. :)

[moist-for-xavier]

Why didn’t they arrive?

♡ summary: the trailblazers never came to Penacony (Sunday x ballet! gender neutral!reader)

♡ genre: smut, bit angst

♡ warnings: non-con/dub-con, mind control, size difference, SPOILERS FOR 2.2 MAIN QUEST

♡ word count:553

♡ a/n: I’m not entirely sure if I portrayed him correctly. But I’m still working on it

➽───────────────❥

The music flowed all around you as you danced in the Grand Theatre. The Harmonious Choir sung beautifully everywhere, from every corner of the theatre. Their divine voices were almost deafening, forcing themselves into your head and causing an uncomfortable colourful hallucination at the edges of your vision.

You moved en pointe with your arms above your head, your chest heaving. As a popular ballet dancer from the Iris Family, you were invited into the Charmony Festival program. You diligently practiced in the theatre under the watchful eye of Sunday himself. Sometimes he’d even come over to help you stretch or bring your leg closer to your torso during a penche. His lithe hands always traversing your body, pushing you closer together, not stopping even when you whine and cry out in pain. Even going as far as to push you further. Only for him to yank his hands back as if your flesh burnt him. He’d glance down at his hands and stomp off, leaving you crumbled on the floor in pain.

It felt strange dancing under such a large machine watching you. You knew Sunday was inside. You heard his voice, his disembodied voice calling from all around the Theatre about how beautiful you are. That your dance is neat and orderly just how he always imagined it. The Choir fell silent as you took a deep bow not in front of the benches where the audience was meant to be, but towards the large machine that has grown known as ‘Dominicus the Wisher of Harmonious Choir’ or just Dominicus. At first it was meant to be Robin, guiding the Harmonious Choir during the performances. But Sunday has taken up this position after Robin refused to serve the Order.

Dominicus reached out its hand to you, looking at you despite having no eyes.

“Come!”

Sunday’s composed voice boomed from everywhere around you, prompting you to shudder and climb up onto the enormous golden hand of the Harmonic String. You stumbled as it brought you up towards the unmoving alabaster lips of the mask the Dominicus had. You felt the stare of the Chordmaster on you, making you whimper in fear. You reached out your hands, touching the cold mask and reaching out to press a chaste kiss towards its lips. You thought this would be the end of it, until Sundays disembodied voice sighed in pleasure, making you jump back. The hallucinations around the edges of your vision got brighter, the pounding in your head more severe. You tried to jump off his hand despite the risk of death but your body wouldn’t move. It just stood there while the hand moved up towards the centre of Dominicus’ headpiece that opened up to reveal Sunday. His wings spread around his body and head, puffing up in arousal as he gazed upon your willing form.

“Come, my love. I can finally have you without your struggle…”

He smiled and outstretched his hand to you which you involuntarily grabbed and jumped across the gap into his arms. Your mind screamed and cried, your consciousness getting a beating from the mind control he’d been using. A single tear streaked down your cheek as he kissed you gently, his hand travelling up your thigh under your skirt.

Why didn’t the trailblazers arrive with their invite?

➽───────────────❥

♡ a/n: I’m inclined to write more for ballet!reader because I just love the idea. But lmk if I should or shouldn’t. I’ll write for almost anyone. Just request something. I’m out of ideas :,)