#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader

[darkfaceuwu]

What do they do when they walk in on you in the bathroom?

Featuring: Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Aventurine, Sunday, Dr.Ratio, Boothill.

-why did they walk on you? their reaction?

-you're romanticly involved with them, not in a relationship with them yet.

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Phainon walks on you as an accident. You see, he thought you were in the kitchen . And as he woke up groggy , he's gotten dull senses. Ignoring the sound of splashing water, he opens the door like a ghost and marches toward the sink. He starts to splash his face with the cold water from the faucet. He starts to wake himself up slowly from coldness. Suddenly, he hears a gasp. He freezes, still in the position of splashing with full hands with water inches from his face. He decides to side eye an intruder. Behold the sight there you are , frozen looking like a deer in your full form. Phainon matches your scared face with redden cheeks, and then he tries to hide his gaze with his hands. In his panic, he forgets what he's been there for and gasps into his hands full of water.

You calm yourself down as you watch the coughing man before you. You take a towel, and you wrap it around yourself. You look down at the struggling man on his knees. You lower yourself and start to pat his back .

Phainon is still struggling to breathe. He can only wheeze: " I'm sorry, * cough * I didn't mean to *cough* I will now only stare at Aquila chambers to never *wheeze* to never... make a mistake like... this. " He almost faits there. With your strength, you punch his back, and he gasps from the impact. He regained his breath. With the most saddest puppy eyes, he turns to you in slow-motion and starts to beg you to forgive him. Who are you to deny him?

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Mydei walks on you when you call his name. It didn't click to him from where you're calling him exactly. He thinks it's from the bedroom. As he takes confident steps towards your direction. He hears the running water of the shower. He scrunches his nose in confusion. You wouldn't call from there, right?

He stops in front of the door of the bathroom. His face stonecold, his stance wide ready for the upcoming danger. Never in his lifetime did he think he would face this type of danger. This isn't what should warrior of his caliber fear. With heavy breath, he calls your name and opens the door as fast as he can. Why? Because if you fear something, you should face it sooner than never.

As you shower, you reach for soap. You glance at the product what you thought would be a soap. You read the label "Old Spice 3v1 shampoo man edition." You sigh to yourself. Of course, he would own that. You're sure he owns some pink flowery soaps . He just hid them in embarrassment. You mean, how else can he smell like flowers when he walks by. So you call his name. You hear footsteps. They stop. And nothing . You thought you heard footsteps, but maybe you imagined. He must be busy in the kitchen. Oh, well. You can quickly get him. You step outside of the shower and reach for the towl. As you reach for the towel, you hear a scream of your name, "Y/N!!" and BAM, the door flew wide open. You're not able to think quickly, so you can only stare at Mydei wide-eyed. There, he stands frozen in the middle busted door , all white-paled. You watch as he slowly places his hand over his heart. You snap yourself out of it. And immediately run toward the male. "Calm down, Mydei'" You scream at him as he slumps toward the door. His vision turns black.

Mydeimos, the crown prince of Kremnons, warrior, the immortal, godslayer, and many more names he owns sadly passed away from a heart attack.

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Anaxa walks on you because he owns this place. He has his needs. And his bathroom is a small one , connecting with the toilet . So he likes to live minimalistic. What's the problem with it? Today might be a problem, but not his.

Anaxa confidently opens his bathroom, ignores everything around him, and heads to the one direction of his need. He stares down and starts to unbuckle his belt. He stops, sighs in frustration, and glares at the disturbance.

There you are staring at him, horrified . You only got here and didn't even have time to pull the shower curtain over. Anaxa glares at you. "Would you mind closing the shower curtain. It's there for a reason." You gasp at him. How dare he... his glare is intense. And you don't want to argue with him today. So you shut the curtain aggressively. Anaxa only shakes his head in dissaproval. Now, he can continue peacefully. You glare through the curtain. If he could sneak peak at you, maybe you should too. You smugly grin one glance to scare him, and maybe he will understand what he's done to you. You slowly take the curtain in your grasp and start to slowly pull . "Ouch," you wince when he flicks your forehead through curtain . " No peaking." Is his final warning. You huff in protest. This goes for five minutes when you finally give up, and Anaxa can finally lower his guard.

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Aventurine walks on you intentionally. No remorse, only his schemes behind his gaze. As a very charming man, he offered to pay for a trip in Penacony for you and some of your friends. He doesn't care very much who they are. He hoped that you would share a room with him, but sadly, it didn't go as he planned. He can't exactly ask you shamelessly in front of your friends. So when the evening comes, he's ready to offer you the privilege to share his hotel room with you. It would be romantic in his eyes.

He asked one of your friends in which room you might be. He invites himself in your hotel room, closes the door, and calls for you. Weird, no response. He goes further into a room. He looks around, and then he sees light coming from the bathroom. Aventurine perks up at that. You are showering. Now, his chance to invite himself in. He quietly opens the door. He catches a glance of you. He must be again blessed by Gaiathra Triclops. You're a shining gem for him. But enough staring it's time to announce his arrival to you. He clears his throat: " You know , it's very rude to ignore your dear friend, don't you think gem?" He declared this with smug grin.

You were ready to hop into a warm bath when you heard someone behind you talking. You scream and turn around to see him. " What the hell, Aventurine?" You immediately cover yourself, scowling at the blond maniac. "No need to cover, dear . I loved what I've seen~ Mind me joining in, hmm~ " Ugh. Damm, his smile. You keep glaring at him with reddened cheeks. He's lucky you like him enough to not beat his ass. Aventurine is still smiling smugly. Then you realize something. Something very bad that could await this smug blonde gremlin. As you open your mouth to warn him. A creak of the door is heard.

Aventurine is smiling now widely when he sees you open your mouth to shut it immediately. Wait, you didn't give him an answer. Why? Now your face is morphed in shock . There was creaking sound of the floor. Aventurine turns his head where you are staring. Ready to defend you only to freeze when he meets the angry violet eyes.

"What are you doing in my bathroom." utters Acheron. She prepares her stance, unclasping her sword. Aventurine remembers her line very well. "I weep for the departed..." changed into " I weep for the r*tart*d. " Aventurine closes his eyes in acceptance. You fear you lost your charming suitor again.

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Sunday never wanted to walk on you. He was forced by the "dark forces" a.k.a, the trailblazer crew. They were trying to bond with Sunday. So they invited him to play hide and seek. He planned to decline but remembered your words that it would be good to try to spend time with everyone. So he nodded as an agreement with their antics. Sadly, he didn't know this would seal his fate.

Dang hang is the seeker, March, Stelle and Sunday are hiders. Stelle and March suggested they should hide somewhere in another parlor car. They drugged Sunday, of course. Dang hang counting starts to fade. Then they hear a bored yell, " Ready or not, here I come!" March's and Stelle's pale, and they turn to Sunday. " At least one of us must survive." And they shove Sunday into a room . They close the door and run to hide into other rooms. What a circus , thinks Sunday . He has planned to shift himself into a Welt and outwit Dang Hang. But it didn't go as he wanted.

He turns around from the door to look around his surroundings. Only to gasp horrified, and then he screeches like an owl. His wings clasp his face. He almost knocked himself out how fast his wings hit him in the face.

You turn around from the shower after hearing screech. You see Sunday almost knocking himself out with wings. You would feel uncomfortable with anyone seeing you naked, but his reaction is priceless, so you can only chuckle at him. Sunday still with the wings wrapped around his vision sputters words of apology. You cloth yourself back and try to calm him, insisting it's fine.

The next day, you see March and Stelle bowing to Sunday. " We're sorry, lord Sunday for our atrocious crime." You lift your eyebrow at Lord Sunday. March explains they are trying to apologize properly and convice Sunday to unclasp his wings. You only shake your head and step closer to Sunday. With a sweet voice, you utter his name and then grab his wings carefully. You gaze at him softly. There he is, red-faced uttering prayers for forgiveness to a "Tripple-faced soul." He utters small. "Forgive me, Y/n." This will take a long time for him to accept that you've forgiven him a long time ago.

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Dr. Ratio walks on you because of your provocation. You like to argue with him often. You call it friendly banter. He thinks of it as inconvenient conservation. You like to make his life difficult. And now you're hogging his bathroom .

Dr. Ratio can only sigh frustrated with you. He didn't give you enough attention. And now you have resulted in a childish manner to flaunt yourself like this. That won't do. He won't let you take his bathroom. You know very well when he goes to the bathroom, how long he needs to soak himself, and how much relaxing it is for him.

He stands in front of the door . He hears splashing of the water what you do intentionally to anger him further. He glares so much that he thinks he will pop a vein from his forehead. "Y/n last warning. Stop with the splashing like a child. Do you understand?" The splashing stops for a while and then starts again more aggressively. Oh, you tragic fool. Now you've done it. "That's it. I'm coming in." Ratio reports aggressively.

He opens the door widely. And his jaw almost drops. For a doctor who has seen many bodies in the medical field. He's in shock . Why are you not panicking like he is!? He, in 2 seconds, immediately hides his face with his math book. " Do you have any decency! Cover yourself now.!"

You stare at him with a grin. Finally, you caught him off guard, and now his all attention is on you. Ignoring the fact that he hides his face in his book. " Ratio, look here." Ratio scowl deepens at your demand. There's no way you're that shameless. He lowers his book so you can see his murderous gaze . He immediately screams at you. "Put it down . It doesn't belong to you." What you're holding is his yellow duckie. You smirks at him . "So it's yours. How childish doctor~" Not only did you prove him wrong about your intellect. It's more like your grudge is way stronger than anything rational. You did get back at him because he called you a "stupid childish fool." Now he commends you that you're just" stupid shameless fool. " Dr. Ratio is all embarrassed. He tsked at you and left in a hurry. " Y/n, this is not over!" It is indeed over.

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Boothill walks on you because of the concern. He doesn't have a problem with you using his shower. Far from it. He loves it. It's such domesticated behavior from you that he might start blasting his gun from happiness. Well, maybe not, but it brings him to smile.

He sits comfortably in his living room . He's swinging himself in the wooden chair. He's watching an old cowboy movie. What a good mother fudging life is it. In the background, he hears the sound of running water. It seems someone also has a relaxing time. He chuckles at the thought to only stop himself in the middle.

Deep breath and soft exhale. He didn't change the soap, did he? Yeah , he definitely didn't. Without a second thought, he leaps into the air and makes a run for it to his bathroom. Just wait Y/n he will save you from harm.

He nears the locked door and busts them open. As he suspected, there you are with the most dangerous thing in your hands. His soap. He lifts his gun up and aims it at the product from the distance. "Y/n, hold your horses and put it down slowly."

While you were showering, you glanced at Boothill's products. They seem old. You open a lid and sniff to it. Such a strong petroleum smell. You scrunch your nose in disgust. Well, you won't use that one for sure. You're ready to put it back when you hear footsteps running through the hall. They get near your bathroom. With an explosion, they bust open. You yelp from suprise , tightening your grip on the product. You stare pissed at Boothill as he raises his gun in your direction. He instructs you to put it down. Not only that, but hold your horses is his only statement towards this situation. " What are you doing." You growl at him. " I'm saving a fine lady like you." You glare at him further. "You call this saving. Are you serious?" Boothill nods. He's deadly serious. "Boothill, I wasn't going to use this soap." You deadpan at him. Boothill blinks twice , he lowers his gun, and only mutters "Well fudge me."

He only wanted to save you. It's not his fault that he uses car oil for his cyborg body. He realizes now how you look. Oh. It's time for him to leave you alone. He steadies his cowboy hat over his eyes as he slowly walks away defeated. " I know when cowboy is not needed." Are his last words as he carefully puts broken door over the place where they were supposed to hang there.

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The End~

[aventurineswife]

Hello! Could I request Aventurine x Vampire!Reader?

Maybe something like Reader and Aventurine are on some kind of mission and Reader does not have enough blood packets to sustain themselves for the last few days so is now making a poor attempt to ration them, ending up hungry, sad, and irritable. Aventurine manages to urge them into feeding from him, first from his wrist, before coaxing them to drink directly from his neck, kind of talking them through it as they go

Hopefully that was enough/not too much detail; first time requesting so I'm not too sure how this goes lol. If you do decide to write this then thank you!

The Taste of Trust

Summary: Stranded on a mission in Penacony without enough blood rations, you're left weakened, irritable, and spiraling into a quiet desperation. You try to hide it behind cold silence and restraint—but Aventurine sees right through you. In a rare moment of sincerity, he offers himself as a solution. What begins as a simple feeding from his wrist evolves into something far more intimate and exposing. He talks you through it, gently coaxing you to feed from his neck, revealing a vulnerability beneath his usual flamboyance—and drawing out a piece of your own you thought you'd buried for good.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Vampire!Reader, Blood Sharing, Hurt/Comfort, Slow-Burn Intimacy, Protective Aventurine, Emotional Vulnerability, Soft!Aventurine, Vampiric Hunger, Subtle Angst, Hidden Feelings, Power Imbalance, Mutual Trust, Intimate Feeding Scene, Sincere Moments.

Warnings: Blood consumption (vampiric feeding), Descriptions of physical weakness, hunger, emotional breakdown, Mild intimacy (biting, close contact, vulnerability), Mentions of trauma and control issues, Power dynamics explored with care, Aventurine being soft (and sincere, and dangerously charming).

A/N: Don't worry, you did a great job for a first time req! 🙏💖

The ship's interior hummed quietly, the low drone of its systems a dull backdrop to your mounting discomfort. Days into the Penacony mission and the supply crate—your crate—was still missing. Blood packs: gone. Rations: forgotten.

Your reflection in the ship's steel bulkhead was pale, even by vampire standards. Under-eye bruising, dull eyes, the twitch in your jaw each time Aventurine entered the room—it was all unraveling faster than you could fake control.

And Aventurine? Of course he noticed.

He noticed everything.

“You’re testy today,” he said, seated with one leg draped over the other, a playful glint in his eyes. “Let me guess—someone stepped on your coffin?”

You glared. “Not in the mood, Aventurine.”

A chuckle, smooth as silk. “Oh, I can tell. The brooding, the muttering, the way you’re gripping that datapad like it insulted your lineage…”

You stood, swaying a little. “I’ll manage.”

“Will you?” His voice lost its teasing edge, tone quieter now, less performative. His gaze sharpened. “You’ve barely moved from that bench all morning. I may not know the delicate art of blood management, but starving yourself isn’t part of your skillset.”

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you turned your back to him and slumped against the cold wall, knees pulled up, hands trembling slightly. The ache was no longer just physical—it was gnawing at your control, dredging up every suppressed emotion like old corpses rising.

A beat. Then—

“Come here.”

You blinked, turning to find him standing now, hat off, glasses pushed onto his head, eyes too earnest for your liking. Too real.

“I’m not—” you began, voice cracking.

“You are,” he interrupted gently, stepping closer. “And I’d rather not watch you fall apart just because of pride. Drink.”

You blinked again. “From… you?”

He shrugged off his blazer, exposing the elegant lines of his dress shirt. “Why not? I’ve survived worse gambles. Besides—” he raised a wrist, adorned in gold rings and a sleek watch, “—I’m feeling generous.”

“Don't joke.”

“I’m not.” His voice dropped, earnest and low. “You need this.”

You stared at him. The pulse under his skin. The temptation. The unbearable thought of hurting him. “I can’t. I might not stop.”

“You will,” he said, taking your hand, guiding it to his wrist. “You always stop. Because deep down, you’re more in control than you think. And I trust you.”

That—trust—was the dagger.

You hissed softly, then pressed your lips to his wrist, the moment intimate in its quietness. The first taste was dizzying—hot, rich, uniquely him. A velvet fire against the coldness eating at your soul.

Aventurine hissed, but didn’t flinch. His fingers twitched once, then steadied on your shoulder.

“You always take risks alone,” he murmured, voice almost fond. “Let me take one too.”

When you pulled away, breath shaky, he tilted his head, revealing the smooth column of his neck, where veins pulsed in rhythm like a dare.

“I know you’re still starving.”

“I can’t,” you whispered.

“You can. You just don’t want to need someone.” He tilted his head further. “Let me help.”

The scent of his blood was maddening here—closer to his pulse, warmer, louder. He placed your hand on his chest, above his heart.

“Feel that?” he asked, a low hum under his words. “I’m not scared.”

You leaned in. Slowly. Every nerve in your body screaming. Your fangs grazed his skin—and he didn’t move. Didn’t tense.

“I’ll talk you through it,” he whispered, his breath brushing your ear. “You take what you need. No more. No less. I’ll pull you back if you go too far.”

Your fangs sank in.

His breath hitched. His hand gripped your shoulder tighter. But still, he held still. Not a single movement of resistance.

“That’s it…” he whispered hoarsely, threading his fingers gently into your hair. “You're doing fine.”

You fed in silence, eyes fluttering shut, the storm of emotion and hunger settling into something warmer, softer. Your trembling ceased. Your hands steadied. The ache faded.

When you finally pulled away, his neck marred with twin pinpricks and the hint of a smile, he looked at you like you'd just played your hand and finally trusted him with the cards.

“There,” he murmured. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, unable to speak.

Aventurine just held you there.

No theatrics. No teasing.

Just him.

Just this.

A rare moment where neither of you were bluffing.

And for the first time in days, you didn’t feel like the monster at the table.

You felt… seen.

[astralexpresspassenger]

AAAAAAA! This is so cute! I love softness & how intimate it feels without much intimacy happening really. This was really sweet! I loved it! 🥰🥰🥺🥺🫧🫧

“ and in my dreams, i see you. ”

notes. by the law of jay i have been tasked with making my first post here a dan heng one. everyone say thank you jay.

premise. a nightmare of your demise causes him to seek your comfort.

wc. 1.3k

warnings. gn!reader. reader is a member of the astral express, depiction of reader dying but it's not real, blood and injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, not proofread.

nightmares were something dan heng was incredibly familiar with. it's not something he's let get to him, and he didn't have as many nightmares as he used to. but for one reason or another, that seemed to change.

it started off small. bad dreams of explorations gone wrong, of memories he could no longer remember. these were ones he had been used to, ones that he expected to have when his nightmares would rear their head.

so when he had drifted off on a seat in the parlor car while reading one of the books he had recently bought from their travels, dan heng didn't expect to dream at all.

but it seems as though his subconscious had other plans.

the feeling of blood on his hands left him feeling sick to his stomach. he stared down at his hands, dazed and confused before becoming aware of the strained gasps for air coming from behind him.

he couldn't see his surroundings. everything was dark, covered in a thick fog that burned his eyes.

"dan heng," the gasped sound of a voice he could recognize anywhere filled the silence, and dan heng's body was moving before his mind could fully process what was happening around him.

his eyes strained, but he could make out your figure lying on the ground. blood was pooling beneath you, and the deep gash in your chest was enough to make him feel dizzy.

he was on his knees next to you before he could blink, his hands shaking as he carefully gathers you in his arms. you wince, and he can feel blood—your blood—seeping into his clothes, staining his skin.

"you're going to be okay," were the first words he uttered. his voice sounded foreign to him, shaking and quiet. like if he spoke any louder, you'd disappear from his sight.

there's this quiet voice in the back of his head, a brief feeling of awareness. this wasn't real.

but that knowledge did little to comfort him.

your head rested against his arm, your gaze unfocused as you stared up at him. your lips were moving, but dan heng couldn't hear a single word you were saying.

his ears were ringing, his gaze zoning in on your injury. the rapid rise and fall of your chest, and the way your eyes were taking longer to open with each blink.

"no. no, keep your eyes open," he says, panic bleeding into his voice when you close your eyes. it was like the entire world came crashing down when you stopped breathing.

but before dan heng could mourn your death, he was jerking awake with a harsh gasp, shooting up from his seat and nearly knocking the table over from the sheer force of his movements.

the book he had been reading had fallen onto the ground, opened on some random page. his chest was heaving, sweat clinging to his skin, his heart pounding.

his hands shook as he glanced down at them, and the relief he felt was almost overwhelming when he saw they were clean of blood.

"dan heng?" the sound of himeko's voice snaps him out of his stupor, and he meets her gaze. she had a small cup of coffee in her hands, and he didn't miss the look of concern etched in her features.

"i'm fine." he responds, not giving the woman a chance to voice her concern, "...i'm sorry if i startled you." he adds in a quiet murmur, bending down to pick his book up from the ground, setting it on the table.

there's no way he could focus on reading anymore, his mind a mess. he excuses himself rather quickly, making a silent note to apologize to himeko for brushing her off later.

right now, all he wanted was to make sure you were okay.

he was painfully tense as he made his way from the parlor car to the passenger cabins, and he hesitated to even enter your room, standing outside your door.

you were alive. it was just a dream.

yet... he feared. what if he opened this door, and you were gone? it's stupid, irrational, and devoid of all logic. but still.

with a soft knock on your door, he doesn't open it until he hears your voice grant him permission.

you were laying in your bed, wearing your pajamas and scrolling through your phone. you were probably about to sleep before he had dropped in. it made him feel bad, but he couldn't stop himself from stepping into your room, the door softly shutting behind him.

"you okay?" you ask, sitting up a bit. it wasn't unusual for dan heng to end up in your room.

you were the person he was closest to the most out of everyone else on the express, and he found himself naturally gravitating towards you.

but it was no doubt obvious that he was not okay.

he'd been half tempted to just tell you he was fine and leave without explanation. he almost did, too. but the words get caught in his throat, and when he's finally able to speak, he says something entirely different.

"can i sleep here tonight?"

even he was shocked by his request, brows furrowing just a bit to convey his inner confliction.

you stare at him for a few seconds, but you nod and scoot over on your bed, setting your phone and and pulling the covers back. if he weren't in the state he was, he'd probably be embarrassed by how quickly he got into the bed next to you.

fixing the covers so its over the both of you, you lean back, your back pressing against the wall as you stare at him, "sooo... gonna tell me what happened to make you wanna have a sleepover?" you ask, keeping your tone light.

he liked that about you. the way you voiced your concern without making it obvious, giving him the option to be as detailed in his explanation as he wanted. it was small, something you probably didn't even notice.

but he did.

"i had a nightmare," he simply responds. he doesn't offer more explanation than that. how is he supposed to tell you that his nightmare had been about you dying? that the feeling of your blood on his hands had terrified him to his core in such a way he's never experienced before?

and you don't press for more. you just softly hum, "yeah, i get it. nightmares suck," you say, a short yawn coming from you as you slowly shimmy down until you're laying down.

dan heng finds himself following suit, staring up at the ceiling as you roll onto your side to face him.

"but that's all it was. a nightmare. instead of focusing on something your mind made up, you should focus on something real, yeah?" you lightly poke his side as you speak, causing him to look over at you.

the dim lighting in your room bathed you in a softness that had dan heng's heart stuttering. the small smile on your face did nothing to help.

"...yeah." he quietly responds, finding it impossible to say anything else. your smile grew just a bit, and you're rolling over so your back is facing him, whispering a soft 'goodnight'.

the room falls quiet after that, save for the sound of your breathing. dan heng doesn't know how long he lays there, listening to your breaths. it does more to comfort him than words ever could, his body slowly relaxing as he slowly rolls on his side to stare at your back.

for months, he had been running from his blossoming feelings for you. it had been easy to ignore, but not anymore. not when he's become painfully aware of the fact that he could lose you at any given moment.

he reaches out, but stops just shy of touching you. his hand twitches, desperate for the contact, before it falls onto the mattress with a soft thud.

"i love you." he whispers back.

his confession goes unheard, and he lets his eyes close.

[hellfire1991]

Imagine

cw: ooc

Aventurine trying to subtly "court" his stoic! bodyguard who is extremely oblivious to his advances, taking everything he says literally.

Attempt 1) The Classic Bed Situation

"There's only one bed.. You're planning to share or am I the lucky one tonight?"

"my body is conditioned for 36 hour of vertical rest"

"Hm, standing above me all night is unnerving, don't you think?"

"I'm also trained in concrete floor sleeping"

Attempt 2) Flirt Through A Bet

"Let's play a little game. If I win, you owe me a secret. If you win... I owe you a favor. Anything you like"

"I am not to share classified information. But I can recite my favourite field rotation, if that qualifies. As for the favor, I would request early access to the weekly mission report"

"...sure"

Attempt 3) Implying Affection

"You always sit so far. You don't have to."

"the distance allows optimal coverage of both entry points and lines of fire. Sitting closer would compromise my reaction time"

"you're lucky you're cute.."

"I am trained to be non-threatening in civilian zones. If my appearance is a tactical advantage, I will continue maintaining it"

Attempt 4) Trapped Together

"Funny, how quiet it gets when it's just the two of us."

"This structure is soundproofed. No external traffic in a 400 metre radius."

"You always keep track of your surroundings with such precision?"

"Yes. Including yours, Mr. Aventurine"

"Even now?"

"Your breathe rate has slowed. Likely due to low light and reduced adrenaline"

Attempt 5) Crossing The Line

"Tell me, if I kiss you right now... would you stop me?"

"...If it is part of your distraction technique, I will not interfere. However, I must advise that such behaviour could compromise situational awareness"

"You really have no idea what you do to people, do you?"

"Negative. Should I request an external assesment?"

Note: These are just prompts. Feel free to use them

[danijaci]

"oh how the tables have turned" ft. aventurine

what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? based on @iceunhie post! that fic speaks to me fr

common ratio w

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⩩﹕IN WHICH Phainon finally works up the courage to confess his feelings for you. He’s prepared for the worst, but his overly enthusiastic and hilariously awkward confession turns out to be the very thing that melts your heart.

wc: 2.7k 𐔌 ᯓ fluff + crack, reader is a member of the astral express, english is NOT my first language, probably ooc, i might disappear again after this helpp

It all started with a simple glance. The moment you, Caelus, and Dan Heng arrived at Amphoreus and were saved by him, something shifted. He couldn’t help but take notice of you the instant your eyes met. Was it the way you stood your ground against the Strife Titan’s soldier minions? The steady strength in how you cared for your comrades? Or perhaps it was just you, intriguing in a way he couldn’t quite place.

The first time Phainon spoke to you, he found himself trying his best to impress you with his words. Were you the type to be drawn to intelligent people? The kind who could be charmed by facts, theories, or well-timed historical references? He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to find out. So he made it his mission to impress you with what he knew, slipping little details into conversation about Amphoreus’s ancient architecture, the myths behind its sky, or the lesser-known mechanics. His voice would drop to soft, thoughtful tones whenever you were near, as if every word he spoke was carefully chosen just for you.

Tribbie noticed it too. There was a subtle difference in Phainon’s voice whenever he spoke to you. It carried a softness, something warmer, something more genuine than the way he spoke to anyone else. On the way to Okhema, Tribbie couldn’t help but sneak glances at the two of you, quietly cheering for Phainon in her head. Even Dan Heng, ever observant, seemed to sense the way Phainon’s attention lingered on you a little longer than it should.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" Phainon asked, his gaze settling on you.

Fate must have been on his side when he asked if you wanted to ride the dromas with him, and you agreed, especially since Caelus and Dan Heng were already sharing one.

"I haven't, actually," you replied, your eyes drifting over the unfamiliar surroundings, taking everything in.

"Then once we reach the city gates, we can go eat. My treat, of course!" he said, his voice laced with excitement.

You could almost imagine a pair of puppy ears and a wagging tail behind him as he spoke, the image bringing a chuckle out of you.

"Sure, I'd like that," you replied, accepting his offer with a warm smile.

Because of the battle against Nikador, the little ‘date’ Phainon had planned was postponed. A week had already passed.

Now, Phainon stood outside the room you shared with Caelus and Dan Heng, quietly muttering to himself as he worked up the courage to knock. He kept rehearsing the words in his head, wondering how he should invite you to eat. Was he always this nervous? Or was it only like this when it came to you?

Trying to steady his nerves, Phainon took a deep breath and knocked on the door, his hand hesitating for just a second.

There was a long pause before a voice called out, "I’ll get it."

The door creaked open, slow and unhurried, and Phainon felt his heart climb all the way to his throat. For a moment, he was sure it would burst out of his chest.

But when the door finally opened, it wasn’t you standing there — it was Dan Heng, his expression calm but curious. The sight brought Phainon a small wave of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. If it had been you, he swore he might have collapsed right then and there.

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow, studying him for a second longer than usual. "Looking for someone?" he asked, though the knowing tone in his voice suggested he already had the answer.

Phainon cleared his throat, trying to piece together his scattered thoughts. "Are they here?"

Dan Heng glanced over his shoulder toward the room before stepping aside. "They’re inside. I’ll call them."

As Dan Heng turned to call your name, Phainon felt his heart pick up speed all over again. No matter how much he tried to prepare himself, it seemed that just the thought of seeing you was enough to stir something deep in his chest.

You heard Dan Heng call your name from inside the room, his tone as calm as ever. At that moment, you and Caelus were in the middle of teasing each other over some silly in-joke, the kind that only the two of you seemed to find funny. He nudged your shoulder with a grin, and you rolled your eyes playfully before excusing yourself.

As you stepped toward the door, still smiling faintly from the banter, Phainon felt his breath catch in his throat. Even though he had spent a whole week trying to find the right words, now that you were standing in front of him, his mind went completely blank.

You tilted your head slightly, noticing the way his gaze flickered away for just a moment. "Hey," you greeted, your voice light and easy, unaware of how much weight the simple word carried for him.

Phainon rubbed the back of his neck, forcing out the words he had practiced so many times. "About the meal... I was wondering if you're still up for it. I mean, if you're free, of course."

There was a pause, short but enough for Phainon’s heart to hammer against his chest all over again as he waited for your reply.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” you said, a small spark of realization flickering across your face. You looked at him with an apologetic smile, your tone light but warm. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Phainon felt the tension in his chest ease, his lips pulling into a bright, genuine smile. Without wasting another second, you turned your head back toward the room.

“I’m heading out with Phainon,” you called out, making sure both Caelus and Dan Heng could hear. Caelus gave you a playful wave from where he sat, and Dan Heng gave a small nod, his usual calm expression softening just a little.

Once you had said your goodbyes, you stepped out of the room and walked alongside Phainon. His steps felt lighter, and the shy glance he gave you couldn’t quite hide the excitement flickering behind his eyes.

“Snowy!” Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon all called out in unison.

There stood Phainon, his face redder than Mydei’s robe.

“What happened, Lord Phainon?” Castorice asked, a polite smile resting on her face.

Before Phainon could even try to answer, the sound of armor echoed through the bathhouse as Mydei strolled in, adjusting his gloves. His expression held the usual sharp edge of someone who knew far more than he let on.

“Oh, I can answer that,” Mydei said, his tone light and teasing. He stopped just a few steps away from the group, crossing his arms. “Deliverer here is fresh from a little outing, aren’t you?”

Phainon’s shoulders stiffened as Mydei glanced his way, that playful glint dancing in his eyes.

“Such an adorable sight too. Sharing a meal, walking side by side, and that little moment where he almost looked like he could steal the whole sky with one smile.” Mydei paused, clearly savoring the attention of the room. “Who knew the Deliverer had it in him?”

The room went silent for a moment, all eyes on Phainon, whose face somehow managed to burn even hotter.

Phainon opened his mouth to speak, maybe to deny it or maybe to change the subject, but all that came out was a strangled, “I—”

“Didn’t expect that, huh?” Trianne whispered to Tribbie.

Phainon turned away, covering his mouth with one hand in a poor attempt to hide the shade his cheeks had turned. He could still hear Mydei humming behind him, clearly enjoying himself.

His thoughts flickered back to just a short while ago. After their meal, the walk back had been warm, soft, and a little awkward, but in a good way.

“You didn’t have to walk me back, you know,” you had said, glancing at him from the corner of your eye as the two of you walked along the path leading to your room. The sky above Amphoreus was still the same as ever.

“I wanted to,” Phainon replied, not quite looking at you. “It’s only right to make sure you got back safely.”

You had chuckled at that, a quiet, content sound.

When you reached the door, he lingered for just a second longer than necessary, and you noticed.

“I’ll see you soon?” you asked.

Phainon nodded quickly, trying to look composed even as he backed away. “Y-yeah. Definitely.”

The memory dissolved the moment Mydei spoke.

“Speaking of,” Mydei said with a smirk, glancing toward the lift. “Look who decided to join us.”

Phainon turned around and froze.

There you were, walking in alongside Dan Heng and Caelus, your eyes scanning the room. Dan Heng gave a polite nod to the group, while Caelus stretched his arms up with a dramatic sigh.

“Apologies, we’re late,” Dan Heng said. “Aglaea asked us to come too.”

Phainon blinked, his mind short-circuiting. “Oh. You’re... here too?”

You tilted your head slightly, amused. “Didn’t expect us?”

“I, uh, well, I just—” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “I thought you’d be resting. After, y’know, earlier.”

Caelus narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion. “Why does that sound suspicious?”

Mydei let out a low hum. “It was suspicious.”

Tribbie giggled behind her hand, and Trianne barely suppressed a laugh.

You glanced at Phainon, your expression unreadable for just a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “You didn’t tell anyone about the part where you almost tripped over a bench, right?”

Phainon let out a groan, covering his face as the others erupted into laughter. “Please don’t.”

The market was buzzing with chatter, and the air smelled faintly of roasted nuts and fresh bread. Tribbie was holding a small pouch of star-shaped candies, but her focus was far from the snacks.

“So…” she began, tugging lightly at your sleeve as you walked. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Phainon lately.”

You glanced down at her, amused. “Have I?”

Tribbie grinned up at you, swinging her arm slightly. “Don’t pretend! He’s always sticking close to you — and I’ve seen the way you smile at him too.”

You paused, pretending to study one of the stall’s trinkets, though the question sat warmly in your chest. After a short moment, you finally answered.

“I guess he is interesting,” you admitted. “He’s smart, funny... and honestly, kind of charming when he isn’t trying so hard.”

Tribbie’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, clearly delighted by your answer. “And handsome?” she asked, her voice full of playful innocence.

A soft laugh escaped you. “Yeah, that too.”

Tribbie let out a happy little giggle, skipping beside you as the two of you continued walking. “I knew it! I knew you thought so.”

Tribbie, still beaming from your little confession, skipped ahead a few steps before turning on her heel to face you, walking backward with the confidence only a child could manage.

“You should tell him, you know!” she chirped, her voice light as the breeze. “I bet he’d be super happy.”

You shook your head, amused at her boldness. “It’s not that easy, Tribbie.”

She tilted her head, puzzled. “Why not? Grown-ups always make things more complicated.”

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed softly in your pocket. You pulled it out and saw a message from Dan Heng:

Dan Heng: Caelus is getting hungry. You heading back soon?

You smiled to yourself, typing a quick reply.

You: On my way! Tribbie was stalling me.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you turned to Tribbie. “Come on,” you said, gently taking her hand to guide her away from the crowd. “I need to head back before Caelus starts eating my secret snacks.”

Tribbie skipped along beside you, humming happily under her breath. But even as you walked, your thoughts lingered on Phainon — the way his voice softened whenever he spoke to you, the way his nervous smiles felt so genuine, and how his whole demeanor seemed to ease the moment you were near.

Unspoken feelings hung in the air, light but impossible to ignore, and you couldn’t help but wonder if, somewhere, Phainon was thinking about you too.

The sun hung high in the sky as you and Phainon found yourselves standing by a quiet corner of the bustling marketplace, far from the noise of the crowd. The moment felt like it was meant to be, but Phainon looked a bit too tense for it to be anything “casual.”

He shifted on his feet, clearly unsure how to start. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You alright?”

Phainon’s face turned a little pink, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… so... you know how we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately?”

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face as you could already sense where this was going. “Yeah, I think I’ve noticed.”

“I’ve been thinking... a lot.” Phainon scratched his head nervously. “And I just... I need to say this before my brain explodes. It’s important.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his serious tone, though you kept it to a smile so as not to interrupt his flow. “Alright, lay it on me.”

He took a deep breath, staring at you like you were the most important thing in the world, even if his face was all sorts of red. “Okay, here goes... I like you. Like, a lot. And I’m not talking about, like, ‘Oh, I like you as a friend’ type of liking you. I mean, I like you like you. Like, if liking you was a sport, I’d be the world champion. That’s how much I like you.”

You blinked, trying to suppress your laughter. “Phainon, are you... are you trying to tell me you have a crush on me?”

He nodded vigorously, still rambling. “Yes! But it’s not just a regular crush, okay? It’s like... the kind where I’d write you a song if I knew how to play an instrument. Or maybe I’d bake you cookies, but only if I had a recipe. Which I don’t. But, you know, the point is — I like you. A lot. And I can’t keep pretending that I don’t. So there, I said it.”

There was a brief silence, and you stared at him, blinking slowly, trying to make sense of his very enthusiastic confession. Then, you burst out laughing.

Phainon’s eyes widened, his face going even redder. “Wait, wait! Is that—was that bad? Did I mess it up? I can try again—”

You waved your hands, still chuckling. “No, no! It’s just... I wasn’t expecting you to be this nervous about it!”

Phainon gave a weak laugh, scratching his head again. “Well, it’s not every day I tell someone I like them, you know? I mean, this is serious stuff. It’s like, ‘here’s my heart, don’t drop it’ kind of serious.”

You put a hand on your chest dramatically. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not gonna drop your heart. I mean, you’re not that bad. You did make me laugh.”

Phainon sighed in relief, a little grin appearing on his face. “Okay, so... you’re not running away screaming, right?”

You grinned. “Nah. But only because you said it in such a funny way. You’re lucky I find that charming.”

Phainon blinked. “Really? You find me charming?”

“Sure,” you said with a teasing smile. “For a world champion overthinker.”

His grin grew even wider as he nudged you playfully. “Well, if you ever need a partner in crime for overthinking things, you know where to find me.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I think you’ve already got me.”

Phainon blinked, then broke into a big smile. “Wait, did you just say yes?”

You gave him a wink. “Maybe I did. But you still owe me those cookies.”

“Deal!” he said, a little too enthusiastically. “I’ll start baking immediately... once I find a recipe.”

[iceunhie]

— PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.

premise. as someone who's always believed in the term “try and try again,” (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)

...or, when you play hard to get with them.

— ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.

warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.

a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity 😇 n MY FAVES RAHHH

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SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.

foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.

no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.

nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)

in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.

so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest gift—a jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) “i'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.”

the utter silence that follows is torture to him—but he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.

“i understand, mr. sunday.” the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper ‘sunday!’ makes his face twitch. “but please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.”

(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)

when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at ease—but it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.

instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.

it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.

and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).

“absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she says. “but in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?”

sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).

the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.

surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.

it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.

so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.

“wait, don't go to that gambler just yet.” he's breathless, he's chaotic—and something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. “i... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.” (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).

you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing after—you see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.

“please.” he says. almost begs. “i can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.”

and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)

(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?

....no, most certainly not.)

if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful “friend” rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.

the first thing he notices is that you're kind—though he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a “did you get home safe” or a “i bought you this because it reminded me of you”; at this point, it was like you two were dating.

was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all day—because that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).

(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friend—never a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)

and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caring—so unlike him—that aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.

if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you would—you were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his arms—and that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?

so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.

and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coiling—making him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he just—suddenly interrupt?!

(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)

he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine made—he never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.

so, he does something very unexpected.

at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.

“perhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC member—who is clearly head over heels in love with them—giving them mixed signals.” ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.

you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.

yes, he supposes he is the fool here. “ah.”

“yes, ‘ah,’ indeed. now, let me propose a question.” the purple-haired man says. “will you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?”

“...what?”

“they will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.” ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. “i can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.”

...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.

(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.

“did it work?” he asks.

you laugh, “splendidly.”

indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.

“that will teach him.”)

as a quote unquote ‘old man’ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.

it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standards—if your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his way—and he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.

in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.

(“heh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.”

and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, “i'm glad, general.” it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.

that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.

“did something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?”

“i just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.”)

now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the ‘hard to get’ part comes in.

it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interest—you never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).

he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.

(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.

your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.

of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.

when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)

it's a little disheartening—and while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.

it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.

he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.

....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.

when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.

so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?

a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily

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[moonsaver]

Do u guys think that when sunday starts expressing himself around the express more his wings kind of end up acting like a dog's tail?? Like imagine complimenting this man and he responds with a soft "thank you" only to be hit by 300 mph winds with how frequently his wings start flapping bc hes just THAT happy.

Like imagine saying keywords on topics he knows and watching his wings perk up like saying "treat" in front of an excited dog.

[miyaz6ki]

modern au for hsr men again, anaxa edition!

once you guys get married, there's no stopping here.

"my spouse—" "my partner—" "oh. you know (s/o) does that exact same thing." "that reminds me, my (s/o) also does that."

anaxagoras xenidis, who took pride in speaking his name aloud, is now as proud to say your name beside his last name, becoming yours too.

he couldn't lie, he's always thought (s/o) sounded a lot better with xenidis anyway,

not to mention the subtle flexes he makes out of the oh-so-expensive gold-adorned diamond wedding band on the left hand he always leaned his cheek on.

sighing as he says how much he misses his significant other, please his coworkers could probably tell you about yourself just as much as anaxa does!

but it also rang like wedding bells in his ears whenever he heard the cashier register say "mister xenidis, and mx. xenidis? your table is ready." or maybe it was the first time hearing others call out your full name as a joke, and hear his last name. it was satisfying. very satisfying.

and it only would get more annoying to the people around him whenever anyone brought up interests you had. or habits you had. or even things you mentioned before, never ever EVER let this man hear that you found interest in flowers.

next day in bed, your nightstand had a bouquet of those flora you had previously mentioned. a true yearner I feel.

anaxa loves hi s/o sososososo much it annoys his students

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

༊˚. HOW THEY CUM !

໒꒱. characters : mydei, anaxa & phainon.

໒꒱. warnings : gn!reader － nsfw/smut, cow girl, doggy style, feminine pet-names are used (pretty, etc.), man handling, just h*rny men in general, hair pulling, spanking and dumbification!

Mydei cums with a shuddering breath, golden eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide as his grip on your hips tightens. He’s always so teasing, so smug with that sharp grin of his, but when he’s close—when he’s buried deep inside, feeling the way you squeeze around him—his voice turns breathless, almost desperate.

He groans your name, dragging you closer, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts one last time, his body tensing. Then, warmth floods inside you, his breath hitching against your lips as he grits out, “Take it.” His voice is hoarse, wrecked, but there's still that edge of cocky amusement—like he knows you love the way he fills you up, how you tremble in his grasp.

And Mydei—he doesn’t stop. Even after, he stays buried in you, rolling his hips lazily, making sure you feel every last drop of his release. His lips ghost over your ear, whispering, “Messy already? Mm, don’t worry—I’ll keep going until you can’t even think about standing.”

Mydei doesn’t give you a moment to recover. He stays pressed close, his cock still buried inside, his breath warm against your ear as his hands slide down to your hips. His fingers dig in, gripping tight before he flips you over with ease—manhandling you like you weigh nothing, forcing you onto your hands and knees.

“That's better,” he murmurs, his palm smoothing over the curve of your ass before giving it a sharp slap. A pleased hum escapes him as you jolt, a whimper slipping past your lips. “You look so fucking good like this. All needy and dumb for me.”

Your thoughts feel slow, thick, clouded with nothing but the ache of wanting more. Mydei knows. He always knows. You arch your back, pressing against him, your voice trembling as you whine, “M-Mydei—mmh, want it—”

He chuckles, dark and amused, leaning in to drag his lips over your shoulder, fangs just barely scraping your skin. “Want what, sweetheart?” His hands knead your hips, thumbs digging in as he rolls his cock against you, teasing but never giving you what you need. “Use your words.”

A frustrated little noise leaves you, your head dipping forward as your fingers clutch at the sheets. Everything is too much—the heat, the pressure, the way his voice drips with amusement, like he knows you're already too fucked out to think properly.

“P-please,” you manage, your voice barely above a breathy whimper. “Need you—need your cock—”

Mydei groans, fingers tightening, nails pressing into your skin as he drags your hips back. "That’s more like it." And then he’s sinking back inside, stretching you open all over again, knocking the breath from your lungs as your arms nearly give out beneath you.

“Fuck—” Your voice comes out broken, mind slipping further into hazy pleasure, words falling apart as he sets a ruthless pace, snapping his hips forward with enough force to make you jolt. “M-Mydei—! Hh-ah—feels—”

“Feels good, huh?” He smirks, watching the way you shudder under him, how your voice turns soft and slurred, all the fight melting from your body. “Gods, you're so fucking cute when you're dumb on my cock. Just a pretty little thing, letting me fuck you stupid.”

His grip tightens, dragging you back onto him, forcing you to take it—every inch, every deep thrust that leaves you gasping, trembling. The only thing left in your head is him. His voice, his touch, the way he fills you up, stretches you out, ruins you completely.

And Mydei? He loves it. He loves watching you melt, loves turning you into his perfect, dumb little mess.

★

Anaxa cums with a deep, shuddering groan, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs, forcing your head back so he can see the blissed-out look on your face. His cock twitches inside you, buried to the hilt as he holds you down on his lap, keeping you there—keeping you full—while he spills deep inside.

“Fuck—” His breath is heavy, voice rasping against your ear as he grits his teeth, rolling his hips up in slow, shallow thrusts, dragging out every last drop of his release. His other hand is firm on your waist, holding you steady so you don’t squirm away, even as you tremble in his grasp.

“You feel that?” Anaxa’s voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s something raw underneath it, something possessive. His cum is already leaking out around his cock, but he doesn’t let you lift yourself off him, his grip tightening as he presses you down harder. “Not letting a single drop go to waste.”

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking from how deep he is. But Anaxa only smirks, yanking your head back further so you meet his lidded, hungry gaze. “Mm, what’s wrong? Already too fucked-out?” His hips jerk up suddenly, forcing out a sharp, breathy cry from you.

His smirk widens. “Oh, sweetheart… we’re not done yet.”

Anaxa doesn’t give you time to recover. His grip in your hair stays firm, keeping your head tilted back as he rolls his hips again, slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock inside you. His other hand slides up your waist, fingers splayed against your skin, possessive and unyielding.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement as he watches you struggle to keep up. “But you can take more, can’t you?” His hand slips from your waist to your throat, not squeezing—just resting there, just enough to make you feel how easily he could take control completely.

Your breath hitches, your hands scrambling against his chest, nails raking over his skin as he shifts beneath you, planting his feet for leverage. “A-Anaxa—”

His smirk darkens. “Good. Now ride.”

He tugs your hair, forcing you forward until your lips nearly brush his, making sure you see the way his eyes burn with hunger. You whimper, your body moving on instinct, rolling your hips over him, dragging his cock in and out at a slow, teasing pace. But it’s not enough—not for him.

Anaxa growls, both hands snapping to your waist, and suddenly you’re lifted and slammed back down onto his cock, the force of it knocking a broken, helpless moan from your lips. “That’s it—fuck, that’s it,” he groans, tilting his head back as he watches you bounce on his lap, completely at his mercy.

His grip tightens, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he takes control, dragging you up only to fuck you back down onto him, using your body to chase his own pleasure. Your thighs burn, your mind going hazy with every deep, ruthless thrust.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” Anaxa rasps, voice thick with desire as he feels your walls clench around him, as he watches your eyes glaze over, lips parted, words reduced to broken whimpers. “Dumb little thing—just a cock-drunk mess, letting me use you how I want.”

His pace turns brutal, slamming up into you with enough force to make you jolt in his grasp, a choked-out sob leaving your throat as pleasure builds, tight and unbearable. His name spills from your lips in a breathless plea, your body trembling as he yanks your head back again, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Gonna cum again?” His smirk is sharp, knowing. “Go on, sweetheart. Cum on my cock—milk every fucking drop out of me.”

And the moment you do, he groans low in his throat, slamming you down onto him one last time, holding you there as his cock pulses, filling you up all over again. His breath is heavy, ragged, his fingers still tight in your hair as he forces your lips to his, kissing you slow and deep as his cum leaks out around him.

But even as you tremble in his hold, Anaxa doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let you move.

☆

Phainon cums with a sharp, ragged breath, his composure finally breaking as his grip on your hips tightens. He always tries to stay in control, to keep that teasing, knowing smirk on his lips—but when he’s buried deep inside you, when your body clenches around his cock just right, he falters.

His head tilts back, blue hair falling messily over his face as his hips jerk forward one last time, pressing you flush against him as he spills inside. A quiet, breathless chuckle escapes him, like he’s half-amused, half-drunk on pleasure. “Mmh… look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as he pulls you closer, rolling his hips in slow, lazy movements to make sure you take everything. “So good for me. So—hah—fucking perfect.”

Even as his breathing evens out, Phainon doesn’t pull away. He stays pressed against you, enjoying the warmth, the way your body trembles slightly in his grasp. His fingers trace lazy circles against your skin, his lips ghosting over your temple.

“Don’t think we’re finished, sweetheart,” he purrs, amusement laced in his voice. “I need to see you fall apart for me a few more times.”

Phainon doesn’t give you a chance to recover. His hands stay firm on your waist, keeping you pressed against him as he rolls his hips, still buried deep inside you. His cock is still hard, still throbbing, and you can feel the warmth of his cum inside, slick and messy.

You whimper, legs shaking from the overstimulation, but he only chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Sensitive already?” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—the same smugness he always carries, but now tinged with hunger.

His fingers ghost over your lower back before gripping tight, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “You can take it,” he purrs, tilting his head to press a lazy kiss against your temple. “After all… you were begging for it just a moment ago.”

He thrusts up suddenly, forcing a broken moan from your lips. His smirk widens. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”

The heat inside you coils tight again, overwhelming, your mind slipping further into hazy pleasure. Phainon watches you with half-lidded eyes, drinking in every little tremble, every desperate noise.

“You’re such a mess,” he hums, dragging his lips along your jaw, his voice a low murmur. “All fucked-out and pretty for me. Think you can last a little longer, sweetheart?”

His grip tightens, and he smirks against your skin. “Let’s find out.”

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[aventoru]

“mydei,” you peer down at your boyfriend laying face down on your lap, “you need to get up.”

“mmm, just a little longer,” he groans (practically purrs) when he feels you brush through his hair once more. you had indulged him in a little relaxation after a tiring morning. after yet another attack from nikador, the chrysos heirs had been busy with damage control. luckily, the damage was kept to a minimum, leaving mydei with time to rest before having to attend a meeting.

“don’t you have a mission to complete with phainon in 10 minutes?” you nag, but your stubborn boyfriend refuses to budge from the comfort of your thighs. you push him, hoping to get some kind of reaction only for him to roll over, showing off that smug smirk on his lips.

at times like these you can’t help but view him as a cat : somewhat aggressive and distant in public, yet soft and clingy as soon as you two got home. you lightly tap his nose, to which he scrunches cutely in response.

“babe, you have things to do,” you try to pry his eyes open only for him to swat your hands away. yeah, definitely a cat. “it can wait, i’m getting comfortable…and sleepy,” he trails off, obviously drowsy from the warmth of your lap. “no, no, wait,” you hastily shake him awake.

“how about a deal?” you ask.

“what deal?” he cracks one eye open.

“if you go to work now, i’ll reward you later,” you lean down to whisper in his ears, “with lots of kisses.”

“hah, that’s not gonna work. i’m a warrior, i don’t need that lovey-dovey crap,” he said haughtily.

“really?” you inquire, placing a kiss on his cheek. then his nose. and forehead. and hair. and then you hovered dangerously close to his plump pink lips before swerving to the side and kissing the corners instead. and then you stopped, completely.

“hey why’d you stop?” he complains.

“thought you didn’t need those kisses.”

a faint blush forms in his cheeks before he clears his throat, “you’re right, i don’t. well then, i’m going to work now.”

mydei practically pounces on you, demanding those kisses as compensation for a tiring day right as soon as he got home that night. you can only laugh and kiss him to his (and your) heart’s content.

but you can’t say you’re surprised.

lions are a kind of cat, after all.

masterlist

[ariichive]

WHITE DAY ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

celebrating white day with the man who’ll do anything for you <3

cw: gen. neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, moze is a bit weird, sliiiight possessiveness, astral express sunday, kissing, lmk if i missed anything :)

boothill, aventurine, jing yuan, mydei, anaxa, sunday, moze, and phainon ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

boothill ᯓᡣ𐭩

you giggled as boothill led you through the empty, infamous clock studios theme park. "this can't be allowed," you whisper-shouted at him, who had a ginormous grin.

boothill, however, only flashed you that devil-may-care grin of his, tipping his hat back as he casually strolled forward, seemingly not bothered by the rules—or the late hour. “aw, darlin',” he drawled, looking over his shoulder at you, “ain’t no harm in a lil’ late-night stroll. the park’s still runnin’. they got their folks takin' care of the rides, but they ain't watchin' every corner.”

you shot him a disbelieving look, glancing around at the still-bustling park—there were still families and groups laughing, enjoying the remaining hours. but with how boothill had his hand around yours, there was no turning back.

“boothill, there’s security everywhere. we’re gonna get caught.”

“nah,” he said, a wink thrown your way as he led you further into the park. “what makes you think they can catch us? you just gotta know where to go and when to disappear.”

“and you know where to go?” you said, trying to sound incredulous, but you couldn’t hide the excitement rising in your chest.

“oh, darlin’, i’ve been around these parts enough to know where the real fun happens after hours. all the good stuff happens behind the scenes,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “we’re just gonna skip the line and see the real show.”

it was a known fact boothill was a wanted man; ipc and other factions wanted his head.

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re absolutely insane. this is—”

“fun?” he finished for you, smirking as he pulled you toward one of the smaller, quieter corners of the park, away from the main attractions. “that’s exactly what it is. don’t let the suits and tie-wearin’ folks fool you, sugar. there’s always something hidden behind the curtain.”

you followed as he led you down a narrow, slightly hidden path between the many gift shops and food stands. there were fewer people here, and the sounds of the park seemed a little more distant. a quiet buzz lingered in the air, one that made your heart race with anticipation.

“what are you planning?” you asked, your voice low now, the playful tone taking on a hint of curiosity.

“i’ve got some connections ‘round here. places they don’t show the public. places you might not expect.” boothill's grin was unrelenting, his eyes scanning the area, like he was constantly on the lookout, always one step ahead.

you furrowed your brow. “so we’re sneaking into some secret area where nobody goes?”

“exactly,” he said, his voice dropping to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “and you’re gonna love it. it’s the part of clock studios they never show—the real behind-the-scenes stuff. think of it as a treasure hunt, sugar.”

you swallowed hard, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline you got whenever boothill pulled you into one of his schemes. “and what’s the treasure?”

boothill sent you a smile, one that was more gentle than the previous ones. "you just gotta see for yourself. just a lil' somethin' to show you how much i enjoy spendin' time with ya.”

you raised an eyebrow. "oh really? and what makes you think i want a date in the middle of clock studios at this hour?"

boothill grinned wider, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "because i know ya, darlin'. you got a wild streak in ya. and i can tell you like a bit of adventure—so i figured we'd skip all the usual fancy stuff and give ya a night you'll never forget."

you snorted softly at his confidence. “well, i’m curious, i’ll give you that.”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he led you down the winding path, eventually reaching a large, circular room lit by soft lanterns hanging from the ceiling. as the door closed behind you with a soft click, you took in the scene before you.

there, in the middle of the room, was a cozy little table set for two. delicate white candles flickered on the table, their soft glow casting dancing shadows across the walls. the table was covered with a cloth, and on it, there were plates of food, wine glasses, and a single rose in the center.

your breath caught in your throat. “boothill... is this...?”

“yep,” he interrupted, chuckling. “a lil' somethin’ special just for you. dinner in the heart of clock studios.” he motioned for you to sit down. “now, don’t be shy. i reckon you’ll like it here. no crowds, no distractions, just you, me, and some damn fine food.”

you shook your head, still trying to wrap your mind around the situation. “this is... unbelievable. you really planned all this, didn’t you?”

“sure did,” he said, pulling out the chair for you like a gentleman. his usual rough demeanor was softened by the genuine care in his eyes. 

you squeezed his hand, your heart beating a little faster as you looked into his eyes. "this... this is perfect, boothill. thank you."

“anything for you, sugar,” he replied, his smile softening as he poured the wine. “anything for you.”

aventurine ᯓᡣ𐭩

"w-what the—"

when you woke up, you were met with an eerie sight. two beady eyes stared back at you from the foot of your bed, gleaming in the dim light. your breath caught in your throat as you turned to the side, only to be greeted by another pair of eyes—this time from the nightstand.

you froze, unsure whether you were still caught in a strange dream or not.

then, hurried footsteps approached, the blinds were thrown open, and bright daylight poured into the room, revealing the full scope of the situation.

the room was filled with them—hundreds of teddy bears. stuffed animals of all sizes, arranged in perfect rows, surrounding your bed. their stitched eyes all seemed to glisten with an unsettling lifelike quality, staring at you from every angle.

“a-am i still dreaming?” you whispered, unsure whether you could still trust your senses.

you shut your eyes tightly, squeezing them shut in a vain attempt to block out the madness. but when you opened them again, the bears were still there, their beady eyes gleaming.

before you could say anything else, a voice that was too calm for the situation echoed through the room.

"not exactly the reaction i was going for. how unfortunate."

you snapped your head toward the window, finding the source of the voice: your lover, aventurine. he stood there, leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he observed your shock.

you exhaled a breath of relief—at least he wasn’t part of the teddy bear invasion. his gaze, filled with gentle amusement, was the only familiar thing in the room that grounded you in reality.

“aventurine...” you trailed off, still trying to process what was happening.

“yes, yes, i know.” he straightened up, stepping into the room, his voice smooth as always. “you were probably expecting something a bit more romantic, were you not? perhaps a flower delivery or a candlelit dinner?” he gave a dramatic sigh. “but no, instead, you get this."

his arms gestured around the room, and you couldn’t help but blink at the absurdity of it all.

“what... what is all this?” you asked, your voice wavering with confusion.

"well, my dear, some would see it as a heartwarming gift from their lover. but, i bet you see it as more of a... heart attack."

"i wanted to do something memorable." he looked down at the stuffed animals thoughtfully before letting out a soft laugh. “i suppose, after all the chaos, the gesture doesn’t quite come across as I intended.”

you took in the various different bears, realizing how cute most of them were. you smiled softly, knowing he had good intentions. "it's cute, that one has the same glasses as you." you pointed to one perched on a high shelf.

"ah, not the same glasses, i'm sure those didn't even cost half as much as mine," he flaunted confidently, "but yes, quite similar."

you rolled your eyes affectionately but couldn't hide the smile on your face as you looked at him. “you’re unbelievable.”

“ah, but you love me for it, don’t you?” he teased, his voice warm as he leaned in closer.

you couldn't help but laugh softly, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. "i do, more than you'll ever know."

his expression softened, and for a moment, the ridiculousness of the situation melted away, leaving just the two of you—surrounded by stuffed animals, but wrapped in a moment of shared warmth.

"well, then," aventurine said, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek. "i’d say this surprise was a success after all."

"for you, maybe." you smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "but next time, let’s go for something less... beady."

he laughed, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your forehead. "i’ll take that into consideration, love."

jing yuan ᯓᡣ𐭩

it was normal for you to wake up before jing yuan. often, the man would cling to you and mutter 'five more minutes' before falling back asleep for another hour, giving you enough time to get ready and out the door before he wakes. his warmth was always a comfort, his breath soft and steady against your skin. you could feel his arms tighten around you in his sleepy, possessive way, a silent plea for you to stay in bed with him.

this morning, however, something felt a bit different. his usual murmurs didn’t come, and when you turned your head to look at him, you noticed that jing yuan was already awake, his amber eyes watching you intently.

“you’re up early,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

he gave you that half-smile of his, the one that always made your heart flutter. "couldn't sleep," he said, his tone low and a little too smooth.

"really? that's kinda hard to believe," you said jokingly as his hand found comfort at the top of your head, stroking you gently.

“you know i always get up first,” you said softly, glancing at the clock.

“yes,” he replied with a lazy grin, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something that made your chest tighten. “but i was enjoying the rare moment when you’re still here with me."

you smiled, though a part of you couldn’t help but notice how tightly he was holding onto the bed sheet, how his hands lingered on you just a little longer than usual.

"how about we get up together?" you suggested, teasing him with a gentle nudge.

he sighed dramatically, but then his hands pulled you back toward him, his body pressing against yours with a sense of finality. "i don't want to," he murmured, his voice almost childlike. "you're all i need right here."

his words sent a flutter through your heart, and you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace.

"do you wish to help me tend to my garden today?" he said gently, continuing to caress you. he was on the brink of falling back asleep.

you hummed softly, feeling the warmth of his touch, the tender way his fingers ran over your skin. the thought of spending the day with him, surrounded by the scent of fresh flowers and the quiet peace of the garden, sounded perfect.

"i would love to," you replied quietly, your eyes closing as you leaned further into him, letting yourself feel his presence. "but only if you promise not to drag me out there too late."

jing yuan chuckled, the sound low and soothing. "i’ll make sure we take it slow, just like now. no rushing." his hand slid to your back, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "we’ll spend the whole day there if you want. just the two of us."

you smiled, a sense of calm settling over you at his words. it was always the simple moments with him that made you feel the most at ease, and the thought of being by his side while surrounded by the beauty of nature felt almost too perfect to be real.

"you make it sound so perfect," you murmured, resting your cheek against his chest. "i think i could get used to this."

"good," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "because i’m not letting you go anywhere today." he tightened his hold on you, but it wasn’t suffocating—it was comforting, a reassurance that you were his, and he was yours.

"i’m not going anywhere," you whispered back, feeling your heart beat in sync with his. "not when you make staying so easy."

he gave a content sigh, his lips pressing gently to your head. "i promise [name], you'll forever live easy with me by your side."

moze ᯓᡣ𐭩

moze dragged you into another dark alleyway, hand over your mouth. he brought his lips close to your ear, "i walked by them thirty-eight days ago around this time." he whispered gently as he glared at the couple the two of you were watching.

"this is my third time following them since, and not once has the man noticed," he tsked in disapproval.

you bit his hand gently, causing him to let go of the hold he had on your mouth. "so... why drag me into this?"

"do you not find joy in following around such ignorant people?"

you thought about his question for a second, truly thinking it over. well, it would probably be entertaining.

you decided to let him have his fun for the day. besides, this was practically a date.

"a filthy man like him does not have what it takes to be in a relationship." he continued to mutter more to himself, a dark shadow casting over his face.

you glanced at him, feeling a shiver of both unease and excitement crawl up your spine. there was something magnetic about moze, his dark intensity and sharp observations always keeping you on edge, but also pulling you in. you couldn't deny the thrill of being part of whatever strange little world he inhabited.

"you really hate him, don't you?" you asked, your voice low, trying to keep your amusement from showing too much.

moze didn't respond right away, his eyes never leaving the couple as they walked past the alley. he seemed to be weighing his words carefully. finally, he let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh. "it’s not hate," he said slowly. "it’s... disappointment."

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "disappointment?"

"yes," he muttered. "people like him don't understand the weight of commitment. they wear their affection like a mask, pretending to care, when they don't even know what it means to truly invest in another person." his voice dropped to a near growl. "they’re fools. dirty fools.”

you tilted your head, studying his profile. there was a certain calm, almost cold certainty in his words, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him in a way that made your heart race.

"and what about you, moze?" you asked, your voice teasing. "do you know what it means to truly invest in someone?"

he turned his gaze to you, his eyes sharp and calculating. for a moment, he didn’t speak, just studying you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"i followed you for over a month before our first interaction. during that time, i learned all your favorite foods, hobbies, and even your favorite book."

he ended your question at that.

"you... actually, i'm not that surprised."

moze didn’t smile. his expression remained unreadable, though there was a quiet satisfaction in his eyes as he watched your reaction.

"i told you," he continued, his voice low and steady, "i invest in the details. when something interests me, i pay attention." he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the space between you. "and you, [name], have intrigued me from the moment i laid eyes on you."

"oddly enough, you're such a romantic in your own, moze way."

he hummed in approval, gently taking your hand in his. "if you prefer, we could find a different activity. i simply wanted to spend time with you on an excursion that wasn't dangerous."

"we could go for a walk," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "a peaceful one. no hiding, no stalking, just... time spent together." his words held an edge of something deeper, as if the suggestion itself was a rare offering from him.

you were taken aback. moze, the man who had watched you from the shadows, who seemed to find thrill in the darker aspects of life, was now offering something simple, almost mundane. it was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you wonder what else lay hidden beneath his carefully crafted exterior.

you hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "alright," you said, voice soft but steady. "let’s see how that goes."

moze gave a small, approving smile, the flicker of warmth in his eyes making you feel like you were the only person in the world. "good," he said, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "then let’s enjoy the day."

mydei ᯓᡣ𐭩

"this one's really good," you said as mydei fed another home made pastry to you. he hummed, deep in thought as he took mental note of all the flavors you seemed to like thus far.

"figured you would like the freshness of the strawberry and sweetness of the chocolate." he held another chocolate covered strawberry up to your mouth, which you ate without hesitation.

you smiled at him, feeling the sweetness linger on your tongue. "you know me too well," you said with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as you rested against the plush cushions. "but seriously, these are amazing. when did you even have time to make all of this?"

mydei chuckled softly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "i make time for things that matter," he replied, his voice low and warm. he was always like this—calm, thoughtful, and careful with you. "besides, watching you enjoy it is worth every second."

you raised an eyebrow, your heart fluttering a bit. "you're so sweet," you said, though you weren't sure if you meant the pastry or him.

"i try," he said with a teasing smirk before reaching for another treat, "but if i'm honest, i think you’re the one who's sweet. i just… enhance it."

his words made a gentle warmth spread through you, and you found yourself leaning closer to him, almost instinctively. "enhance it?" you repeated with a small laugh. "that’s one way to put it."

"well, i’m not one to leave things half done." he smiled, his gaze flickering to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes. "and you, my [name], deserve more than half of anything."

"you're spoiling me," you said with a soft laugh, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. "but i don’t mind."

mydei’s eyes softened, a gentle smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "i’m happy to spoil you, [name]," he said quietly, his voice low, almost like a secret shared between the two of you. "you deserve it."

"who would've thought the prince of kremnos was such a sweetheart?" this time, it was your turn to take a sweet delicacy and being it up to his mouth.

mydei raised an amused brow at your gesture but didn’t hesitate to accept the treat, lips brushing ever so slightly against your fingertips as he took a bite. his golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, something almost dangerous, as he chewed slowly, savoring both the taste of the pastry and the moment between you.

"only for you," he murmured after swallowing, voice dipped in something almost intoxicating. "i don’t make a habit of spoiling just anyone."

you felt a warmth crawl up your neck, but you held your ground, refusing to let him fluster you so easily. "oh? so i should consider myself lucky then?" you teased, though there was a genuine curiosity beneath your playful words.

mydei chuckled, low and rich, resting his chin in his palm as he studied you. "very lucky," he answered, his gaze never wavering. "because once i decide someone is mine, i don’t let go."

phainon ᯓᡣ𐭩

phainon had been gone for a few days, his whereabouts unknown to you. it was extremely worrying, especially since he stopped answering his teleslate.

as the days passed, you found yourself staring out the window, lost in thought. the only thing that kept you going was the belief that he would return, that he had a reason for being gone, no matter how hard it was to wait.

then, one evening, as the sky burned in hues of blue, a soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. you froze. for a moment, you thought you had imagined it. but then, there it was again—a gentle, familiar rhythm.

your heart pounded as you hurried to the door, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the handle. when you pulled it open, your breath hitched.

phainon stood there, his clothes dusted with travel, silver strands of his hair catching the evening light. despite the exhaustion lining his features, there was a soft smile playing at his lips, his eyes warm as they met yours

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teased, though there was a gentleness in his voice.

“you—” your voice caught, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling up. “where have you been?! do you have any idea how worried i—”

before you could finish, he lifted his hand, revealing a small, elegantly wrapped box. “i know, i know. and i’m sorry,” he murmured. “but i had to find this.”

your frustration faltered as your eyes fell on the box. carefully, you took it from him, untying the ribbon with hesitant fingers. as the lid lifted, a soft gasp escaped your lips.

nestled inside was a necklace unlike anything you had ever seen. its chain was delicate, shimmering like bright stardust, and the pendant—a gemstone that seemed to shift colors under the fading sunlight, like the twilight sky itself trapped in crystal. it was breathtaking. if you had to guess, he had found the luxurious gem and then had it made into a necklace.

“phainon…” your voice was barely above a whisper.

"it's a necklace from aedes elysiae, well... what's left of it." he mumbled the last part more to himself.

a once glorious civilization, a place that most believed never existed, spoken of only in half-whispered legends, it was a remnant of beauty and tragedy.

you looked back at him, eyes wide. "you went... back there?"

phainon gave a small shrug, but there was something distant in his gaze. “i had to.” his fingers brushed over the lid of the box before retreating. “the place was beyond repairable, not a single structure in sight. but even in its ruins, i knew there had to be something... anything left worth saving.”

your fingers curled around the necklace, feeling the cool weight of it against your palm. "but why go so far? why risk it?"

he let out a quiet breath, gaze flickering away for a moment before settling back on you. “because i wanted something as rare as you. something that carried the weight of history, of stories untold. something that—” he hesitated, his voice dropping lower, “—would remind you of me, even when i’m not around.”

your chest tightened, a rush of warmth blooming in your heart.

carefully, he reached forward, taking the necklace from your hands and stepping closer. his fingers brushed against your skin as he clasped it around your neck, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"it suits you," he murmured.

your fingers ghosted over the pendant, the weight of it somehow comforting. "you really..." you started, unsure of what to say. there was so much—gratitude, relief, something deeper you couldn’t quite name.

he smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips. “no need for words.”

but even so, as the evening light cast long shadows around you both, you knew that this moment—this gift, this feeling—would stay with you forever.

anaxa ᯓᡣ𐭩

anaxa was never one to partake in festivities that landed on the calendar. that, however, changed when he started dating you. it was almost irritating how mushy you made him feel.

which he made it known, never one to shy away from his feelings of devotion to you.

"these flowers were grown by me by hand. it seems it was useless to try to create something that matches your beauty."

your fingers curled around the stems of the flowers, holding them close to your chest as you let the warmth of his words settle in. anaxa was never one for grand displays of affection, but the way he showed his devotion—subtle, unwavering, and entirely sincere—always left you feeling breathless.

"you act like you’re forced to say these things," you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "but i think you secretly enjoy being this romantic."

he scoffed, his expression remaining unreadable, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides betrayed him. "enjoy is a strong word," he muttered. "i simply refuse to be inadequate when it comes to you."

you chuckled, shaking your head as you reached out, looping your arms around his neck. "you’re terrible at hiding how much you love me, you know that?"

anaxa let out a small sigh, his hands settling at your waist, pulling you in until there was barely any space left between you. "if you already know, then i see no reason to deny it," he admitted, his voice quieter this time, almost as if the words were meant for you and you alone.

he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. "besides, if it makes you happy, then i don’t mind indulging in a little sentimentality."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. "just a little?"

he exhaled, shaking his head. "fine. a lot," he conceded, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

you held onto him a little tighter, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. "then i guess i’ll just have to make sure you keep indulging me," you whispered against his skin.

anaxa hummed, tilting your chin up with a single finger before capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. "you never had to ask."

you pulled away with a smile, remembering the flowers in your hand. "say, i never took you much as the gardening type."

"you humor me, gardening is an essential part of science and understanding the reality of this world. it would be foolish of me to be clueless."

you chuckled, twirling one of the blossoms between your fingers. "of course, trust you to turn something as simple as flowers into a lecture."

anaxa scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "if you listened more closely, you'd see there's value in my words." he reached out, plucking the flower from your grasp and tucking it carefully behind your ear. "besides, these were grown with a purpose. for you."

your teasing smile softened at his words, fingers brushing over the delicate petals. "so, you really did all this just for me?"

"obviously," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"you’re so—" you started, but he cut you off, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his.

"so what?" he asked, voice low, gaze intense.

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth of his fingers against your skin. "so… good to me."

a rare, almost smug smile graced his lips. "i would hope so," he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your lips. "it would be unacceptable otherwise."

sunday ᯓᡣ𐭩

it wasn't known to most how much of a sweet tooth sunday truly had. when he was still known as the head of the oak family, he never had time to induldge in sweet treats.

on the astral express, however, was a different story.

the party car had something special, something amazing.

"shush" was its name.

sunday had quickly discovered that the little automaton, despite its strange way of speaking, was an invaluable source of sweets. and the best part? you would often come by to enjoy a treat with him.

"another?" "shush" asked in its usual monotone, holding up a plate of intricately decorated pastries. "you have already consumed three. should i prepare an intervention?"

sunday smirked, reaching for a sugar-dusted tart. "should i prepare an intervention for your terrible sense of humor?"

"shush" whirred, as if contemplating its response. "humor analysis... failed. please consume more snacks to compensate."

he chuckled, sinking into one of the plush seats as he took a bite. the caramel filling was rich, the crust perfectly flaky. he exhaled through his nose, savoring the taste.

“so this is where you’ve been hiding.”

before sunday could speak, "shush" did for him. "sunday is a frequent patron. valued customer. concerning sugar intake."

sunday sighed, setting his pastry down with a faint shake of his head. "i do believe i liked you better when you weren’t so talkative." sunday turned his attention back to you. "come, sit with me [name]."

you wasted no time to take a seat next to him.

"i trust you’re not here simply to watch me indulge," he mused, reaching once more for his half-finished pastry. "if so, i must insist you partake as well. it would be unfair otherwise."

“how could i deny such an offer?”

you picked up a small, delicately frosted cake from the tray between you, twirling it between your fingers before taking a tentative bite. it was light, airy, dissolving sweetly on your tongue. sunday watched your reaction carefully, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

"good, isn’t it?"

you nodded, swallowing before answering. "i suppose i can see why you keep coming back here."

sunday hummed in quiet amusement, taking another slow sip of his tea. "there is something rather charming about the simplicity of it all, isn’t there?" he mused, almost to himself. "a moment of quiet, a pleasant treat... a rarity, once upon a time."

his voice carried something wistful, something almost unspoken. you wondered if he realized how much his words revealed.

"then you should enjoy it as much as you can now," you said softly. "you deserve that much, don’t you?"

sunday looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, he smiled—just a small, quiet curve of his lips, but warm all the same.

"perhaps," he murmured, fingers grazing the edge of the teacup. "and if that is the case… would you care to indulge with me a little longer?"

there was something about the way he said it, so effortlessly graceful, yet sincere. an invitation not just to share another dessert, but to share this moment, fleeting as it was.

and as you reached for another pastry, you decided—perhaps you would stay a little longer after all.

[aventurineswife]

Can i request a headcanon, where reader as trailblazer who loves history teaching them cosmic history and of how would chrysos heirs(anny of your choosing) about anti-organic wars, swarm disaster and even confirmed facts about aeons. Like that Nous is the only aeon artificially made, how ena was devoured by xipe and that Aha was disguised as a mortal and was a nameless for over a year before blowing the express in half for fun.

To Speak of Gods and Ghosts

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Castorice x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Trailblazer!Reader, Cosmic History Enthusiast!Reader, Teacher-Student Dynamics, Emotional Intimacy, Philosophical Themes, Found Family Undertones, Subtle Romance/Pre-Romance, Soft Angst, Mutual Respect, Intellectual Bonding, Trauma Acknowledgment, Existential Conversations, Slow Burn (implied in all).

Warnings: Mentions of death and mass extinction, Philosophical and existential themes (mortality, divinity, artificial intelligence), Implied body experimentation and past trauma, Mentions of grief, loss, and mourning, Mild emotional distress, Mentions of violence and warfare, Mentions of a self-destructive Aeon (Aha) and mass destruction for amusement.

You expected him to scoff when you brought up Nous.

"A machine Aeon? Artificially created?" you say, leaning against a rusted stellar map projector. "The truth is… Nous isn’t a natural entity. They were built. Crafted in the age of pre-Akivili Thought."

Anaxa stares, his single visible eye gleaming like a dissecting scalpel. The magenta pupil narrows, the teal shimmer in his irises swirling. He says nothing at first—just twirls a pen between gloved fingers, his half-fingered glove tapping rhythmically on a shattered desk.

“Built. Not born. You do realize how offensive that is to some belief systems?”

"That’s why I love teaching you," you smirk. "You hate the idea of gods being machines more than being wrong."

He leans forward, curiosity overpowering arrogance. “And what of Xipe? Was that a metaphor, or did she truly devour Ena?”

You nod. “It’s confirmed. The Swarm Disaster wasn’t just their doing. Ena, in trying to broker peace, was consumed. Their own children tore them apart—and not metaphorically.”

A rare flicker of silence. You see it: not disbelief, but awe.

“I wrote dissertations on Ena’s theories of soul-bond convergence. If what you say is true…” he trails off, gripping the edge of the table. “Then I was wrong. Beautifully, fatally wrong.”

You chuckle softly. “Welcome to my galaxy.”

He grins, almost cruelly—but the glint in his eye is one of hunger, not malice.

“Then teach me, Trailblazer. Everything. I’ll burn every book in the Grove if I must. But I need to know why these truths were buried. And if I find out who did it…”

He doesn’t finish. But the gleam of golden filigree on his jacket pulses faintly—echoing revelation.

Castorice listens in stillness. Always in stillness.

You sit beside her on a frost-covered bench in her garden of dried flowers, her gloved hand resting gently on your sleeve. The topic of Aeons wasn’t one she brought up—it was you, again, chasing ancient stars with your voice.

“Aha,” you begin, “pretended to be mortal. Lived among the Nameless. Slept, ate, cracked jokes. For over a year. Until one day, without warning, Aha blew the Express in half. For fun.”

She turns her head slowly. The butterflies fluttering around her crown seem to still in place.

“Was it… funny?”

You hesitate. “It was horrifying. But in the way chaos is sometimes… poetic?”

She lets out a soft hum. “To laugh among mortals… then tear their home apart. Perhaps they, too, wept afterward.”

You nod, letting silence linger.

Later, you tell her of the Swarm Disaster, of the Anti-Organic Wars that nearly erased entire biologies from known existence.

“And Nous? A being built, not born?”

“Yes,” you say. “Artificially forged by beings who wanted perfect logic. It never had a mother, never had a death.”

She places a plush butterfly on your lap, stitched with a golden thread.

“Then perhaps it does not know grief. How can a god guide life… if it has never mourned it?”

That hits you harder than expected. You reach for her hand.

“That’s why I share this with you,” you whisper. “Because you remember. Every story. Every end. You give them… continuity.”

She lowers her head gently against your shoulder, her voice barely audible.

“Then tell me more, stargazer. Let me memorize the deaths of stars, too.”

You expected skepticism. Not reverence.

When you mention the Anti-Organic Wars, Mydei stops sharpening his sword and looks directly at you, his golden eyes narrowing with that soldier’s instinct to detect lies.

“Organic life was… hunted? Strategically exterminated?”

“On a cosmic scale,” you confirm. “The war ended because existence itself nearly unraveled. That’s why the Swarm Aeon was born—sentience from unity. But then it went rogue. It wasn't just death. It was… erasure.”

He looks out over the horizon from your shared perch on the canyon cliffs near Okhema.

“My people fought for pride. For survival. But this… this is war without heart.”

He closes his eyes, drawing in a breath, letting the weight of cosmic truths settle on his scarred shoulders.

“And Nous… not a god, but a machine pretending to be one. What kind of madness is this?”

You walk beside him, your tone light, but never mocking. “The kind we live in.”

He chuckles—only once, dry and low.

“And the one called Aha… infiltrated the Nameless? For amusement?”

“Yes. For chaos. As a joke. Disguised as a regular mortal, they waited a year and then—boom. Split the Express. Said the punchline was perfect.”

He exhales deeply.

“I trained with warriors who died defending that train.”

There’s a heavy pause. But then he surprises you.

“Tell me more. I’d rather know the ugly truth than be cradled by comforting myths.”

You nod, your voice softened.

“That’s why you’re still fighting, Mydei. Not for glory. For memory.”

He places a calloused hand over your heart and says simply:

“Then let your memory become mine. Speak. And I shall guard it.”

[akutasoda]

"let me kiss that anger away"

synopsis - you're mad at them and they cant stand it, but they can only hope their affection is enough to win you back as soon as possible

includes - jing yuan, argenti, mydei, phainon

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, comfort, slight angst, phainon + mydei may be a bit ooc, wc - 1.9k

jing yuan ★↷

unfortunately for you, although it may be perceived as fortunate, being the general's partner meant you had unconsciously signed yourself up to be his very own personal pillow.

jing yuan always truly lived up to his title as the “lazing general” and his laziness was forcefully rubbing off on you. after all, it had become an unspoken rule in your shared abode that the time you two got up was entirely determined by jing yuan's choosing.

every morning you would wake up long before jing yuan yet you could never leave the comfort of your shared bed (and his embrace) until he decided to finally get up. his arms would always be loosely wrapped around your middle, but not loose enough to let you escape, his legs would be intertwined with your own and his head resting firmly in the crook of your neck.

although there always remained one issue. while jing yuan was the luofu's general and didn't exactly have anyone to properly tell him off about his indolence, you weren't that lucky. admittedly you did get some slack for being the partner of the general, but it wasn't enough to stop your superiors from occasionally lecturing your ear off about time keeping and properness.

one too many of such incidents had led to you making the tough, but necessary, decision of sleeping separately to your lover until you rebuilt your superiors forgiveness.

and as expected, jing yuan was not a fan of such arrangements. he would linger by the door, watching as you prepared your sleeping area that wasn't shared with him, a childish pout close to forming on his face as he complained about being lonely and making false promises to let you go when you wake up just so long as you returned to his embrace.

it pained you but you had to stand your ground on the matter. soon enough jing yuan would retreat with a defeated sigh and hesitance in his steps - not too long later you would fall asleep, determined to finally be on time for the first time since you started living with jing yuan.

but you should've known that jing yuan wouldn't have given up as you were abruptly woken up in the middle of the night to a familiar presence holding you in his embrace.

you could barely open your eyes yet you still tried moving away but it was a futile effort as immediately the arms wrapped around your frame tightened and pulled you back. all that was left for you to do was to sigh in defeat and go back to sleep.

as usual , you woke earlier than jing yuan and yet you couldn't move anywhere although your shuffling was enough to wake him. jing yuan could only let out a smug smile when you glared at him and give your scowl a quick kiss as an apology for your inevitable lateness to work.

argenti ★↷

argenti was always a gentleman to you, constantly showering you in praise and pure admiration, going out of his way to do things for you and so on - admittedly most of the time it was subtle, but just enough for you to know what he was doing.

and so, if anything, the only thing you could ever get mad at him for was either his occasional habit to put himself into dangerous situations for the sake of others, or simply the fact that it sometimes felt like there was nothing you could ever do for argenti.

it was not unheard of or even a surprise that the knight of beauty was quite the romantic and due to the fact that he lived up to that title, it was a challenge for you to try and reciprocate that kind of level of affection as whatever you did felt like it pales in comparison to what he would do for you.

in hindsight it probably was rather a trivial matter to be getting “mad” over, but for once you'd like to be the one to do something meaningful that flustered him.

argenti didn't let your sudden change in mood go unnoticed. he observed how you seemed more irked lately, always staring him down with half a scowl in your face seemingly lost in thought - he was always left wondering what happened and if he did something to cause this. and indirectly, he did.

no matter how hard you could try to hide your plan of trying to find a way to do something for argenti that rivaled what he did for you, he would find out - argenti was always very attentive when it came to you.

and when he found out the specific nature of your idea, he couldn't help but feel enamoured but he didn't really want you going to those lengths for him. so he'd soon confront you.

a smile would soon grace his features, a genuine soft one that very admittedly made his heart flutter. he'd readjust himself so that he would be kneeling down on one knee, holding both your hands in his infront of you - the knight would then proceed to also look up at you with the most lovesick look you'd ever seen from him.

argenti would then proclaim how much he appreciated your efforts in trying to do something for him and elaborate on how it was a welcome but slightly unnecessary endeavour as long as he could make you happy, that was all that he cared about.

he would soon stand back up so he could give you a kiss - his apology and reassurance to you that as long as you were happy, there was nothing more he could ever have.

mydei ★↷

mydei was never one to anger you on purpose. although it may seem as though he would enjoy riling someone up, he would never do so to the people he cared about - at least not seriously, more in a playful gist.

so it was never a surprise for onlookers to see you glaring down mydei who in return would then have a smug smile plastered on his face.

he always knew that when he made a sly, almost childish remark, that you never took it too seriously as at this point you were used to his teasing. unfortunately for mydei, a more recent counter you had devised involved starting to avoid him.

it really served no other purpose than being a sort of petty way of getting back at him. at first, mydei simplu huffed at your attempts. he claimed they were futile endeavours and you'd come seeking his presence not too long after. unbeknownst to him, you're resolve ended up being stronger than his.

for as strong as mydei was, you were always going to be a weak spot for him and that didn't change upon your presence being missing from his, even if it was for a short period of time.

with each time you deployed this tactic, the wait time between seeing mydei and then seeing him come looking for you got shorter and shorter. mydei would find himself missing you, realising just how much he cherished you and how weirdly empty he felt without you by his side - something he'd never admit to your face but certainly would show in his actions.

by the time mydei would seek you out, he'd be in a huff. grumbling nonsense to you about leaving him alone for so long and even throwing in similar remarks to the teasing that got him in this situation but you would pretend to let those ones go unnoticed.

almost instinctively at this point he'd grab your hand and drag you away, somewhere that had less prying eyes that would happily feed their curiosities on you and mydei's relationship. and once he had achieved such, he'd sneak his arms around your middle before burying his head into the corner of your shoulder, still grumbling away to himself.

there would be a brief moment in which the two of you stayed there like that. once he'd have his fill of your embrace, mydei would lift his head to give you a kiss

mydei would soon pull away fully, passing a remark to never do that to him again, before gently and very desultory hitting you on the head before walking a way with a smile on his face.

phainon ★↷

being infuriated at phainon was a near impossible task. even if on the rare occasion you were, he was an individual who would do anything in his power to turn that around as quickly and as sensibly as possible - he would despise it knowing you were upset with him and whatever he did would be his responsibility to fix in a reasonable manner.

and that was always something he would strive to do. even if you're anger was a result of your day, phainon would take it upon himself to help you cheer up and calm down, hopefully aiming to aid in melting away your stresses and worries.

in all honesty, you would be lying to say that he wasn't effective at it. whether it was because of his own fault or not, it didn't matter so long as you returned to him and his embrace at the end of the day.

although that was easier said than done when it did end up being phainon who was the source of your infuriation. and yet he was always still determined to make it up to you - if anything phainon could be rather persistent at times, especially when it came to you.

he would give you the space and time without him to have your moment for yourself, and when both of your heads were level, with your anger replaced for a gentle yearning, phainon would be the one to seek you out first. however, when he did find you he would make his presence known but he would stay silent and while retaining a small distance to give you the space and control just in case you needed longer.

you always knew what he was doing and it was very much appreciated on your end. there was a comfort in knowing that phainon was always there for you, always willing to do what he can for you and him.

perhaps that's why you could never be angry at him for too long.

as soon as you gave him some sort of signal that it was okay for him to finally be with you again, he took the opportunity with barely contained excitement. he'd listen to your worries or whatever it was you needed to get off your chest but if you didn't feel like talking then, he'd also happily wait in silence for you.

although phainon could never stand to see your face shadowed in something negative. so regardless of whether you wanted to talk or not, he'd open his arms for you to fall into his embrace - an offer you'd take up most of the time, a silent promise that he was still there for you and into the future.

[darkfaceuwu]

What kind of Ex-boyfriends are they?

Featuring: Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Aventurine, Sunday, Dr. Ratio, Boothill.

-how they feel, think, and try to remedy their mistakes.

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Ex-boyfriend Phainon is the most cheesiest, the most whiniest guy you could find. He's overbearing in a good way. Even after a break-up, he instists to text you, to check upon you, and gives you hints to take him back. For example he texts you: "Hey, how're you doing. Today, I've been sparring with Mydei and heard he's going through break-up. CRAZY RIGHT? Like, I don't want to match with him in that single era. If someone could help me?👀 ". You replied to him: "Good luck with that Phainon 👍" He can only answer you back: Was it too soon to ask? 💔🥹 You replied to him: ???

Let's say he's a heartbroken zombie. He's whining to everyone of his crisis. For him, this is the end of the world. It's a pure cycle of the suffering he's going through, and right now, he hopes he could start from the beginning again. Start a new cycle where he would give you a world, his soul, his everything just to hold you in his arms again and happily gaze with you at the dawn of sunlight.

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Ex-boyfriend Mydei is even quieter than before. He's more vulnerable to questions. He's never been the one to open up, but he's also a very honest person . Since break-up, he has many thoughts about what he could prevent from happening. Unfortunately for him, people notice this slight change in his behavior. Cough* Cough* Phainon is the one who delivers questions in the middle of sparring. "It's weird for you to be this sloppy. I mean, your girlfriend didn't come to cheer for you today. I totally understand how terrible it is . But maybe you should go to her? I mean, this is way too easy. I need to impress someone very important about my so-called victory, you know Mydei, who am I talking about, hmm?" He wiggles his eyebrows at him. Mydei pauses, looks at Phainon, and then he mumbles: "If I could go, I would be there already." Phainon looks at him, and slowly, his face morphs into a giant gasp . "No way , I'm so sorry for your loss, Mydeimos." Mydei straight up glares at him and utters in disgust : "No, you fool. They are alive." Phainon's eyes widen, and then he whips his phone out. Mydei's eye twitches, and he starts debating himself if he should knock him out or leave. He chose to leave. Normally, he would knock him out, but after break-up, he is weakened . That's what he thinks. After that, he has a resolve to amend his mistakes.

He really tried to be nonchalant about this break-up, respect your wishes, but he can't. As a Kremnons warrior, he can't show weakness. As a Kremnons warrior, he will fix it by cooking you Golden Honeycakes. After all, dedication has to go through the stomach and then energize the soul to be ready for the next battle. And he hopes to win this "battle" after all . If it doesn't go right, then he would be ready to finally leave you and leave everything behind. He would accept ascension to Nikkador and march to a never-ending battle against a black tide.

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Ex-boyfriend Anaxa is bewildered. He can't believe this happened to him. He researched everything about relationships, and he failed one . He didn't pass. Well, he tries to solve this unique phenomenon. But he only thinks of his perspective. Anaxa has a hard time admitting he might be in the wrong. He's way too proud of that. So his solution is very simple. He's ready to debunk your arguments of his wrongdoings, a.k.a. gaslight you. The first thing what he has to do is to find you. He strolls around the marketplace of Okhema and looks among the stalls. He recognizes a Chrysos Heir among the people. A gloomy-looking Kremnon prince with a basket , comparing the size of an egg to one other. Strange thinks Anaxa, and then he sees a silouthe of you . His pace fastened. He caught up to you, and he breathed out: " I need to discuss some things with you." As you two leave a crowd , silence remains between you.

Anaxa confidently breaks a silence by calling out your name. Ready to throw his prepared arguments, but then he gazes at you . And the solution clicks in his head. "I would like to offer you an exchange of my feelings how I still feel about you, and i would like to make this equalent . I hope to hear from you the same share of your feelings. I fear that if yours will differentiate from mine, it is a failure of my equalent exchange, and I may never gaze at you with my one eye again. " He ends this sentence with a sad smile on his face.

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Ex-boyfriend Aventurine is meddlesome. He only starts to meddle with you when he sees your daily life problems rise up . He has a phone with apps that track your activity and what you're doing and what you are looking for. And now he can see you're starving. Of course you are. Without him, it's hard to eat alone. He's not totally panicking that you're moving on and do your chores like any normal person do. You're browsing through the grocery shop app and searching for their weekly sale of products. Aventurine sees that, and he thinks now his chance to woo you back. As you scroll through an app, your phone rings a notification. Aventurine sent you $ +50,000 with a note "Don't starve yourself darling~" through his bank account. You swiftly go through contacts unblock him because, yes, he's been spamming you all the time . You send him back his money and write him one massage, ignoring his happy massages of you finally unblocking him. "Aventurine, your money does not flatter me any slightly. Don't send me any if you want to fix this . It won't be through money. " And after that, you block him again. Aventurine is stunned for a second, then rereads a massage and sighs . So there's a chance to fix it. He immediately cancels his plans to cheer his dear friend Ratio from heartbreak. This is way more important in his eyes. Now he needs to meet you, but how to notify you? Well, this physically hurts him, but send, and now he has to wait for your response.

$+0,01 from Aventurine in a note: " I would like to meet with you this evening, come to an IPC spaceship at this hour. Can't wait to see you, gemstone~." You, of course, debate yourself if you should go . But in the end you want to see him so you go there. Aventurine waits for you at the spaceship. When he finally sees you, he sighs a relief. Complimenting you like always, giving you favorite flowers and setting a dinner for you two only. You start to think maybe he ignored your massage, but then you gaze through a window, and your breath hitches. You can see a planet, Signonia IV. Aventurine stood up from a chair, and he started to compare you and his homeland . How important you are to him. He admits that you're the one gemstone that he won't let IPC to own.

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Ex-boyfriend Sunday is tender in a way he speaks to you. He respects your sudden distance. He wishes for another chance to explain himself, but he won't push you. He starts to reminisce about you. About early memories of you being happy. Now, when you two meet each other in a parlor car of Astral Express, your eyes try to distract themselves from his presence before you. Your eyes land in an advertisement of an article :" Is planet Amphoreus destroyed of wrongdoings from heartbroken deity? By The production of The Herta.com ." Not only does this tears his soul to shreds, but it devastates him to his core to see you unhappy. In his dream, he wishes for pure land, happiness, and never-ending laughter, and it takes a shape of paradise . In this paradise, you are the centrum, a last shine after sunset, and a remaining calmness afterward. Without you, how can he build a paradise ? A paradise he is longing for the most. As days passes the silence remains, and only occasional greetings and farewells are bid to each other.

He needs to step up for his dream to become true even though he might never reach it. He utters your name dreamily and looks at you like you descended from heaven. He starts to confess his feelings again . What you really mean to him . And he makes a vow to you. "Oh, tripple-faced soul , if I break your trust again, please sear my tongue and palms with hot iron so that I will not able to fabricate false vows and I shall be able to let you go from my heart cage to your new freedom" He ends the prayer and he looks at you , uncovering his soul to you : "If you could take me back I would be the happiest man alive but if it's not what you wish . I will let go of you dove . In our past sweet dreams, only I will remain. " He ends this with closed eyes and defeated smile.

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Ex-boyfriend Ratio is the most infuriating person ever. This break-up has hurt his ego. Not only did you break up, but you talked back to him with such weak arguments and refused to listen to him. Him? The Veritas Ratio? How foolish. He can only seeathe his teeth at everyone and furrows his eyebrows deeper. Of course, a nuisance like Aventurine claims to be the one to help his dearest friend in need and then cancels him out of nowhere. Proclaiming he 've got a very important lady to manage. Ratio can only tsk at him. If you pass nearby, he stops everything that he's doing and marches towards you. Immediately accuse you of your mistakes in the intelligence guild , making drama out of nowhere so he could have recognition from you. Days go by, and your banter with him never ceases. Everything that you do . He has to have a say in it. It's so frustrating for you, honestly. It's up to you now when you seclude him from the halls. You ask him simple question : " What do you want from me ?" And this startles him.

He claims himself to be self knowing. But he doesn't have an answer suitable for the truth. You are someone who was able to stir so much emotion out of him in these past few days. He knows he misses you . You were his muse. Someone he could sculpt about in his imagination. And now he lost you. As you look at him expectingly. His gaze lowers down, and he can give only a sigh of exhaustion. " The utter truth of my past behavior is of my yearning of you. I do need you. And I admit that for you, I fallen to a bliss of ignorance. Discarded my true motive to talk to you and only angered you further. As far as this makes me an overheels idiot for you. " He gives you a frustrated look , expecting to be humiliated by you. After your stunned silence, he can only wait with a slight glimmer of a hope for your answer of truth.

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Ex-boyfriend Boothill after break-up is out of it. He's slowed down . He can only sit at the bar and sigh to himself. What now? How do I apologize thoughtfully? He always jumps recklessly into an action with his gun. As a cowboy, it's only his nature. But now he can only sulk. He slowly stood up and dragged his feet out of the bar. Maybe he should visit next town . After all, no one is here for him anymore. Also, no one to assassinate from IPC. As he drags himself further into an alley, he notices a small crowd surrounding the area. Some of the bloodhounds sniff around that area. He should leave and not alert them. As he turns around, someone briefly passes him, humming cheerful tone and running his hand through his blonde hair multiple times. Of course, Boothill recognizes him. It's an IPC's stoneheart, Aventurine. And he's headed into a space docks. Boothill slowly chuckles, reaching for his gun to give him a proper hello from him. When he starts to walk behind him, he hears a ruckus going from the crowd behind him, a certain someone voice. And Fudge him , it's your voice, and you sound troubled! No good. He immediately spins around with newfound energy towards you. Uttering words to a blonde man behind him: "You're fudging excuse of a lucky twink man." Aventurine stops in his tracks, blinking confused. Faraway from him, Boothill leaps into air and starts blasting his gun around the crowd, no question asked. As he startles your "agressors" in a process, he destroys some of the Penacony festival stalls. A stall with flowers were hit, and from the impact, some of them flew far away, hitting certain blondie.

You stumble back from shock. Almost hitting a ground. Boothill immediately swoops you into his arms, looks down at you lovingly with a rose in his mouth. Why does he have a rose ? Well, he tried to swallow a bullet for a round two, but somehow, a rose from flower shop came in. In the moment, destroyed fireworks started to explode into a red explosions. It looks like you're in a romantic cutscene, lights shining around this town, and in the middle, it's just you two. This scene doesn't last long enough as a crowd starts to unite. Boothill chooses to retreat with you in his arms. Everything happens so fast . Now you find yourself at the top of the building with Boothill. You two stare at each other. His hold doesn't waver, but his eyes do . He gives you an apology. " I'm sorry we have to find each other this close again, partner, but the truth is this galaxy ranger cowboy misses you fudging much. And I would be forked if I wouldn't ask you for another chance. Would you climb in the saddle and take off for a ride with me for the rest of our lives?". This is his way of proposing and offering his remaining human heart.

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The End~

[danijaci]

money talks ft. aventurine

based on this post by @mewnbuns!! so kewl an aven post fr???1111!!

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