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╰┈➤Thoughts/ head cannons with HSR men!

☁︎ No specified gendered descriptions, referred to as "you"- Don't tag it as "Gn reader" just in case I make a mistake/ can be considered otherwise. ☁︎Trying out different formatting to find one I like :) ☁︎Not really any warnings, just relationship stuff- Potential spoilers for Amphoreus ! ☁︎Anaxagoras(3), Mydeimos(2), AE!Sunday(3), Moze(1) ☁︎had more ideas but forgot them by the time I got to them

╰┈➤Anaxagoras

𝖎 Slow Dancing

Despite being a man dedicated to his research and strict in nature, Anaxagoras found himself enjoying simple things with you the longer your relationship progressed. Silence was golden, a message he engraved within the rules he recited to each new figure that entered his life, yet he found himself relaxing into the gentle atmosphere of your words as you stood hand in hand. The hours the both of you spend swaying in each others embrace builds up, listening to the classical music he chose out as you let your head rest against his shoulder. Simply being wrapped in his arms, his coat placed over your shoulders as you take turns discussing whatever came to mind until you become tired. He'll then take it upon himself to bring you to your shared bedroom, whether it be walking with his arms lazily resting on your hips with his hands clasped in front of you or carrying you flush against his chest before throwing placing you on the bed.

𝖎𝖎 Cuddling

Cuddling with Anaxagoras after getting yourself a pair of matching droma onesies. You got them initially as what you believed would be a joke, pyjamas of a creature you knew he held admiration about, thinking it would be simply brushed off. Yet he took it seriously, and instead it became your new nightly routine. The fluffy hood with droopy horns that covered your face rubbing against his cheek as you nuzzle against him, discarding your usual blanket due to the thick material already holding enough warmth. What would have to be seasonal for you due to the risk of overheating would become his usual attire due to his inability to feel the temperature. Just you laying on his chest and running your fingers through his hair as he rambles on about something you can barely comprehend. You make sure for his sake his favourite droma plush is within reach on the bed for if he absentmindedly seeks comfort from the plushie. Y'all that plushie has seen some stuff.

𝖎𝖎𝖎 Physical contact

Being someone who's been derived of touch due to personal preference, Anaxagoras takes any chance he's offered at holding some form of contact with you. Cooking? he's behind you, arms on either side of you caging you between his chest and the counter as his head rests against your shoulder. Sitting somewhere reading? His head finds its way to your lap, running his pointer finger in circles on your thigh as he presses himself closer to your body. One of you are working? You're sat side by side, fingers interlocked as he fidgets with your wedding band, bringing your connected hands to his cheek to lean against. Type of person to hold your wrist as his teeth press into the flesh of your fingers/ palm, never hard enough to hurt but enough to feel the pressure that brings an odd comfort to the both of you. Habit of chewing on things (your hand or sleeves).

Can't explain how much I love this man and offended I am at how little screen time he was given. 3.2 broke me.

╰┈➤Mydeimos

𝖎"Babysitting"

Whether it was embarking on a simple walk around the market, or heading to a meeting with another Chrysos Heir, Mydeimos always found away to attract the attention of the smaller citizens. Despite his brash appearance, he had found himself growing soft towards the children, often spend more time than what you had to spare entertaining them. One day it could be hide and seek, another simply helping a lost kid return to their parents, either way you always managed to get roped into his shenanigans. First time playing with the neighbourhood kids, he grabbed one by the collar and held them before you finally reprimanded him on how not to hold kids He's a bit confused but he's got the spirit. Ends with you eventually leaving him alone with them, only to return later to find his hair messily braided with flowers threaded through the blonde strands.

𝖎𝖎 cuteness aggression

With his lack of comprehension for his own feelings at times, Mydeimos finds himself trying to express said emotions in less than favourable ways. What started as the urge to always be near you, to be making contact with your skin at every given moment you would allow, turned to him biting you. Never hard enough to draw blood or hurt for extended periods, just leaving you to feel the pressure from his jaw as blunt marks are left behind. Gravitates towards your shoulders/collar bone due to being able to hold you close, pressing the metallic tips of his gauntlets into your hips as he nips at your skin. Instead of kissing the indentations he leaves behind, instead licks them with actions similar to that of a cat. Will sometimes randomly hold your hand, kissing up your arm before biting into the flesh of your forearm.

╰┈➤AE!Sunday

𝖎 Pampering

Being someone as renowned as AE!Sunday, lacking some aspects of social understanding due to his upbringing, he opts to spoil you instead. Still uses certain terms of affection, mostly darling or love, but finds conveying his appreciation easier through the use of acts of service. It becomes a regular part of your mornings together, helping each other with small things to make the rest easier for him. Whether it's something as simple as you placing his outfit in a neat pile to spending longer perfecting his eyeliner and eyeshadow, he enjoys any simple moment you spare to give him attention. Will sit by your kitchen counter, watching you alternate between making breakfast and fastening the buckles around his wrists to ensure it doesn't slip. He often finds himself organising your stuff, moving the stuff you need for the day to an easily accessible spot so you don't have to search for them yourself. Leaves the room with a kiss to your forehead, already planning a way to show his appreciation for you, often returning with small gifts to fill where he lacks words of affection.

𝖎𝖎 Maintaining his wings

After finally finding it in himself to open up to you, to offer himself in his most vulnerable form, AE!Sunday finds comfort in you caring for his delicate wings. Starts off with his head on your lap as you sit on the edge of the bathtub, him occupying a small stool to your side. Your nails finding their way over the feathers, removing loosened and damaged ones while lathering them carefully with shampoo, rinsing them off for him before patting them dry with a fluffy towel. Turns into the both of you laying on your shared bed, arms wrapped around your waist as his head rests against your chest. Gently scratching near the base of his wings as you work on preening the otherwise perfect feathers. Having them flutter against your hand as you work over them, occasionally moving to run your finger through his hair as you listen to him talk about his latest adventure with the crew.

𝖎𝖎𝖎 Sleep

Helping each other fall asleep, reading stories or simply recalling happy moments where AE!Sunday can finally relax. Whether you simply couldn't sleep or were less exhausted physically than mentally after a long day of mishap, he took it upon himself to read you something to ease your mind and help you rest. Even if you often chose to tell him personal experiences, sometimes you would take the role of reading as he remains shaken from a nightmare. Leaning against the wall of your shared room, gently running your hand through his hair as he lay against your chest, listening to you read the lines from the book you chose. Always ends with you waking up with a terribly sore back, but seeing your lover peacefully sleeping with his arms around your waist drowns out any amount of annoyance you held.

╰┈➤Moze

𝖎 Petting you (Foxian!reader)

Moze who would kill someone for looking at him wrong, simply folds at the sight of you. Would follow you from a distance when you go out, not wishing to appear as overbearing but doesn't want the possible risk of you getting injured to occur. Watches almost curiously at the way your tail would sway in the wind, or the subtle twitch of your ears at the clash of sounds on the busy streets. Will sometimes randomly pop out and announce his presence by patting you on the head gently, sometimes rubbing the base of your ears if you're deep in thought. Never fails to scare the shit out of you at his sudden appearance, but he ignores forgets your displeased rant by the next time he does it.

On your days off, you often find place in his lap as he occasionally scratches by your ears, while you lean against his chest and attempt to nap despite the wandering hand that keeps making contact with your head. (Literally means no harm by it, just imagine a kid seeing something for the first time while being able to physically touch it instead of just admiring it.)

The first time, which is probably also the last time, he decides to run his fingers through your tail is an utter disaster. At the appearance of a stubborn leaf that for entangled in your fur, his right hand reaches out to swipe it away. Instead of simply removing the leaf as intended, the metal claws snag at your otherwise perfect coat, drawing a pained yelp from you followed by a whine as you run your hand over the spot. Jiaoqiu and Feixiao (who doesn't have a tail) who just witnessed it clench at their chests in pain as if they were also "heavily injured". From that point on when he goes to touch your tail, his right hand is in a firm hold away from the appendage.

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╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)- Part 3

☁︎Just short little collection of thoughts of different scenarios! ☁︎Amphoreus spoilers! If you haven't played any of the 3.0 story onwards be warned (Not many, but would consider a few parts) ☁︎Warnings: Angst, death/ injury descriptions, illness ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you" ☁︎Likely my last "angst thoughts" piece, only doing this one cause I had some ideas and using this as a way to elaborate on them before potentially expanding later :) (Mostly already done characters I just had second ideas for.)

☁︎Mydeimos, Sunday, Argenti, Jing yuan, Dan heng, Blade

☁︎Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2

╰┈➤Mydeimos (Based on the final (fight) 3.1 cutscene)

You getting stabbed through the chest protecting him from the Flame Reaver, but he can't hold you until after your final breath because the fight isn't over yet.

The last time he sees you alive is as you put your own body between his own and the blade directed at his tenth thoracic vertebra, knowing Phainon wouldn't have made it in time. Mydei continuing to fight without being able to check the extent of your injuries, having to rely on the slim hope it wasn't fatal.

The next time he sees you, it's as he makes the agonizing walk to where you fell, watching as the trailblazer tries to console the small winged girl weeping beside your body. When he finally has you in his arms again, your eyes have already clouded over, the material of your top bloodied from where the blade pierced your chest.

Mydei stays longer than the rest, watching as they leave to give him time alone with you before he has to say his final goodbye. Even if death was inevitable for you, a mere mortal, it reached you earlier than the Chrysos heir could anticipate.

╰┈➤Sunday

You were once lovers, now nothing more than strangers, never able to meet again.

You had made a deal, signed a contract that subjected you to eternal separation, taking the place of Robin. You gave them the chance to both be free, to reunite at the cost of your own love for Sunday. You no longer knew of him, your memories of him were forever lost as your payment of the deal.

Sunday was the opposite, able to recall every moment from your relationship in flawless detail. He took it upon himself to seek you out once, under the guise of a false identity, yet you held no reaction to his name. You were reduced to nothing but a shell of who he once knew, someone to observe but never hold close.

He would hear about you from Robin, the two of you still remaining friends despite everything, only for you to turn your back at the mere sight of him. It as if you were being controlled, compelled to further the distance between the both of you, never sharing even the most simple of words.

╰┈➤Argenti (from Character Story: Part IV)

You falling at the hands of an old friend who lost their humanity, giving your own life for his.

They were no longer the comrade he once knew, a beast lost in the pursuit of power. Even as their claws flashed before his vision, Argenti struggled to lift his weapon against someone who was once a dear friend. He only acted after your body embraced his, large gashes opening on your back as he heard you cry out in pain.

He eventually ended the trial, finishing the battle before running to your side. Despite the thick armour that encased your frame, the metal was nothing against the claws of an inhuman beast. Even as he clung onto you, rushing you towards where you could be given medical attention, you were slipping further from consciousness.

Even as he tried to ignore the warm feeling of your blood seeping through the palms of his gloves, he couldn't cast aside the words you were weakly mumbling to him. You knew you weren't going to make it, that it was still too far for you to even think of being healed. It was mostly incoherent, barely conveying your message of wanting him to keep going towards his dream without you, but you pushed through the pain for another minute before falling limp.

Even if he knew you were gone, he kept moving, promising to being you back home no matter what.

╰┈➤Jing yuan

Jing yuan hadn't planned on taking on the role of a father, yet he couldn't deny your dying wish.

He had fallen for you before meeting your son, yet upon the discovery his feelings only deepened. Yanqing was a delight, a boy with a heart full of passion despite his steps still being wobbly. Your small family may have been odd, but it was all either of you could have asked for.

Until you fell ill, a sudden disease they failed to find a cure for, leaving Jing yuan alone to protect the bundle of joy that was your son. He was no means perfect, simply trying to keep the boy happy and loved to the best of his ability.

Training your son so young and taking him as an apprentice wasn't his initial plan, but he allowed him to follow his passion. He just hoped if you were watching over them, you were proud of how far he's come as a father.

(When it says "your son" it doesn't have to mean biological, could be adoptive or imagined as a younger sibling who sees you as a parent so you refer to him as such since you're his sole caregiver initially.)

╰┈➤Dan heng

Dan heng who had failed the promise that he hadn't made, never even having the chance.

He knew you from his memories, someone dear to his past incarnation. Even if he didn't know you himself, he had a promise to fulfil, to find you again and give your relationship a chance if he were to remember you. If not for his past self, he wanted to give you the option of happiness by his side, even if it were to take years of being friends first.

After his return to the Luofu and his banishment being lifted, he made it his mission to find you. He searched all the places from his memory, from a garden you enjoyed tea at to your favourite restaurant, yet you were no where to be found. In the end, he arrived at the Seat of Divine Foresight, seeking answers from an old friend.

He got his answer, something he spend hours seeking, yet he couldn't find any pleasure in the discovery. The pain from Jing yuan as he spoke was clear, recalling having to be the one to take your life. You were overtaken by mara, turning into a mindless creature as you lost your humanity completely.

Dan heng left the building with nothing more than a shattered locket and a broken promise.

╰┈➤Blade You who was doomed by the script.

Blade was forced to watch as you inevitably met your brutal end, blood seeping from your butchered arm and the lacerations that covered your chest. You were near unrecognisable from a first glance, crimson covering the left side of your face as he kneeled beside your weakening form.

When the script had an important death entwined, he had imagined that of his own, yet he instead was subjected to witnessing his lover slowly accepting death. You weren't angry, especially not at him, only grasping his hand with your uninjured one.

He wanted to scream, to curse at you to get up and not leave him, but his words got caught in his throat as you simply smiled up at him. Your heart eventually stopped, yet he never released your hand from his bandaged one, even as they began to stain with your blood. he could feel the deepening stare against his back from the magenta eyes of a woman unbothered by your passing.

It was all apart of Elio's script, and he alone didn't have the power to change your fate.

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╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)- Part 2

☁︎Just short little collection of thoughts of different scenarios! ☁︎Amphoreus spoilers! If you haven't played any of the 3.0 story onwards be warned (Not many, but would consider a few parts) ☁︎Warnings: Angst, death/ injury descriptions, illness ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", ☁︎Mydeimos, Anaxagorus, Gallagher, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jiaoqiu (continuation) ☁︎Part 1 here, part 2 here

╰┈➤Mydeimos (+Tribbie)

Mydei who after losing you had to relearn the simple things you used to help him with. Some days waking up forgetting you're gone, seeking you out thinking you're walking about somewhere after rising early.

You who used to sit down with him, talking about plans while braiding his hair, now gone forcing him to do it himself. Some people wouldn't even realise you had passed, him doing everything in his power to stop everything else from changing.

With you both being "parents" (the cities children who just love you), having to explain to them why you aren't coming to play with them anymore or give them gifts like you used to.

Like to imagine Tribbie would be naturally close to you, seeing you as a parental figure, who tries to be positive that she'll "see you tomorrow" but takes it just as hard as Mydei. The two of them trying to cheer up the other but in the end just making themselves realise further that you aren't coming back.

╰┈➤Anaxagorus (Spoiler warning!)

Anaxa losing you in the same incident that took his own life, yet only one of you were given a core flame and revived. Him waking up breathing again just for your body to remain unmoving, pulse long gone.

Him pushing that people use his full name, not only because he sees it as disrespectful but because it's what you called him. Wishes to keep it as your designated nickname, as both a way to respect and remember you.

Imagine you both who liked gifting small things, rings in particular, with Anaxa wearing them each day without failure. Never taking them off in fear of losing them, with them becoming apart of his normal attire. Wears an extra ring that you never gifted him, matching the one tucked away in a small box that he never got to give you.

╰┈➤Gallagher

Instead of him losing you, he was the one lost in the end. You knew it would happen eventually, he didn't exist, he was never meant to accomplish anything other than his mission. Yet it still hurt when he inevitably disappeared.

You who took it upon yourself to release "Sleepie" with the help of the trailblazer, letting go of what felt like the last piece of him that remained living in hopes that one of you could be happy. Though you later find the creature in search of Gallagher, coming to you in a means of finding him.

The man who begins to fade from the dreamscape, with people and memories slowly forgetting him, yet you can't seem to stop thinking about him. You keep a small locket with his photo, yet each day he looks less recognisable as time moves on without him.

╰┈➤Aventurine

Aventurine who saw you as a friend, someone who he could confide in on his home planet, the only person he had left besides his sister. Yet you fell alongside everything he knew, leaving him the only known survivor of your world. The only one to hold your memory.

He fell in love with a ghost, imagining you growing up beside him, being able to free himself and move on to a new life with you. He began to drive himself insane, living as if you were there the whole time as a comfort, though it did more harm than good.

Who after falling into the deepest part of the dreamscape sees you again, finally letting you rest as he walks away from his past.

╰┈➤Dr Ratio

Dr Ratio who loses you early into your relationship to an illness he failed to detect, blaming himself for your death and using it as a motive to keep working on his studies. Imagines a world where he saved you as his end goal, that somehow if he found an answer it could bring you back.

Him picking up sculpting as a way of preserving your memory, engraved in stone for years to come. Having a room dedicated to solely you, each sculpture doing something you loved as if you were still there.

Refers to you as if you were still alive, never failing to mention you in conversation when he sees fit. His students believe you're still breathing, as if at any moment you would walk in to deliver something to him, yet you never come. And only he knows why.

╰┈➤Jiaoqiu (Please read part 1 for context!)

Less like idea, more just my thoughts since the last part.

Since he's a foxian, I imagine his anatomy to be different depending on if it's more based on his human side or not. If his body, specifically his digestive system, is more canine based then this idea isn't as plausible.

But if he's more human

He'd likely fall ill from the consumption of the raw blood and organs that weren't cooked, maybe he get's a deadly bloodborne disease?

Worst part is, he's a doctor so he'd see the signs. If not initially of what you had been doing, he'd know from the telling's of his own body. Nausea, fatigue, fever. He would know.

But would he seek to get treatment or let the possibly fatal disease choose his fate?

He hasn't fulfilled his promise of curing Feixiao yet, but can imagine his losing motivation from your death. While he isn't killing himself, he isn't stopping the disease that could potentially end his life.

Or, he takes your sacrifice as his reason for moving forward, for living his life to the fullest because that's what you would have wanted.

Just some thoughts I had for it, might just die who knows.

╰┈➤ Note

I might do him in another one of my pieces but y'all.. Sue me. I don't really like Phainon. Like I see the appeal but his design doesn't do it for me 😔 He is pretty though. (I also just didn't have any ideas for him)

I have a request I plan to write next, not sure when it'll be done but plan to finish it soon :)

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I loved your Angst HSR post you recently posted, especially jiaoqiu’s!! like wdym the first thing jiaoqiu will remember when he tries to think about us is not the happy times but us collapsing??? He’ll probably throw up when he learns what happened, I don’t think he’ll be able to look at “eating” and “meat” the same ever again😫 he’ll probably regret not speaking up and asking about the weird stuff that he eats, because maybe if he did, we wouldn’t be dead.

it was amazing, I cried thrice just from reading, your writing and ideas that share on this platform are simply incredible!!

Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Funny thing is, originally I didn't plan on actually adding Jiaoqiu's part. While I had the idea previously didn't exactly have it in mind while writing it and when I first did wasn't planning on posting it cause thought it might be quite strange.

Then realised that people make weirder things and I can't give two fucks. (I did tune down on the descriptions, though they might make it to the extended one)

He's one of the one's I definitely plan on expanding on soon and really wanna have a part at the end from his view and just really going in-depth on it. :)

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╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)

☁︎First proper post back in a bit over a month! Will start writing longer stuff again but gonna go a little slower for now. ☁︎Short! Might write longer fics on specific one's at a later date but more just putting my thoughts down currently! (Lowkey cooked these up at like 1am while laying in bed) ☁︎ Warnings: Angst, just angst with no comfort. Love angst even though it physically hurts me to read or write, Mentions of death/ loss. Gore and cannibalism for Jiaoqiu's part ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", Jiaoqiu has a longer part cause first time writing for him :) ☁︎ Jing yuan, Blade, Sunday, Dan heng, Boothill, Jiaoqiu ☁︎Part 2, Part 3

╰┈➤ Jing yuan

You being his spouse at the same time he had Mimi, someone who helped care for the big cat. Not being a long life species, you were bound to pass before him and when you did, he kept everything of yours tucked away somewhere to preserve your memory. Yet as more time passes, he slowly begins to forget your face and over the centuries all his photos of you eventually end up lost or destroyed.

Imagine Jing yuan napping more frequently the longer that passes trying to engrave your face into his memories, but with each passing day your face becomes more and more blurry.

Eventually he forgets you all together, only having a name that no longer holds any meaning.

╰┈➤Blade

Yingxing being hopelessly in love with you but never asking you out, knowing his time with you would be limited due to your species being that of a longer life span. A while after his "death" you also pass, never finding out of his true feelings, seemingly hitting the end of your love story that never took off.

You meet again in your next life, running into your reincarnation constantly during his time in Penacony, two lost souls who managed to find their way back to each other. Yet, you don't remember him and you are one of the only things he does recognise from his past.

Blade who is now stuck with you, never losing his past feelings and forced to watch as you start anew with someone else because he was nothing more than a stranger now.

╰┈➤ Sunday

Sunday doing everything in his power to reinforce the dreamscape, to make it the place for you to spend out the rest of his life together. When he loses his fight and everything comes crumbling down, being taken in by the Astral express, he loses you too.

Not because of any deal that caused eternal separation, simply the fact that the dreamscape was the only thing keeping you from being simply a memory. He had already lost you, yet the place created allowed you to return to his side.

He had refused to accept your death when it happened, now it was like you had died all over again.

╰┈➤ Dan heng

You who he had never even met, never uttered a word to yet falling for. Dan heng who retained some of his previous incarnations memories, including those of you. He could never have you, didn't even know if you were still alive. Couldn't even recall your name but he found himself growing attached.

He was stuck in the past, living through someone else's eyes, yet he didn't care if it meant being closer to you.

Though you were forever out of reach.

╰┈➤ Boothill

Boothill who after the loss of his family and home planet, keeps a flash drive of his happiest memories somewhere easily accessible to him. Often spends his nights when he isn't completing bounties just watching through his life with you and your adopted daughter like a movie.

Though he eventually loses the drive, maybe destroyed or simply misplaced in a haze, feeling as if a part of his was lost. Gave up his own mortal body to extend his life to avenge you, but without the constant reminder he cherished begins losing hope.

╰┈➤ Jiaoqiu (This is based on a theory(?) I saw of borisin meat being capable of healing, gore and cannibalism warning!)

Jiaoqiu who after losing his vision to the poison, slowly starts losing hope of finding someone able to heal the injury. You, his spouse who was born with borisin blood, feeling guilty even though you had no part in the incident in the shackling prison. Wanting to do something, anything if it meant helping him, you used yourself to heal him.

As a denizen of the abundance, your body had something that was keeping you seemingly immortal, healing you beyond something natural. You exploited it, at the risk of your own life.

It started off small, extracting your blood and using it as "medicine". Yet it wasn't enough, and you were too stubborn to fail the promise of restoring his eyesight. Then it was half of your own vision, an eye for an eye. Still nothing.

Without knowing he was eating away at you. Literally. The incision from the kidney you tore out of your own body was messily stitched, chunks of your flesh missing. Even if he Jiaoqiu could tell something was wrong, he never mentioned it, ignoring the distinctive, metallic scent that made his nose twitch is discomfort. He had always liked your cooking, yet the meat began to feel off the more days that passed.

Bandages became like a second skin to you, ivory stained with a deep crimson that kept spreading. Maybe it was more he needed, maybe something of more worth, you weren't going to stop until he could see again.

Your liver? You can live with half of one.

If it meant repaying the sins of your species and their crimes, you were willing to sacrifice your body for your lover.

And eventually it began to work, Jiaoqiu waking up being able to see. Albeit blurry, he could see, to make out the shape of your stumbling form coming closer to your shared bed he occupied. You had succeeded in fulfilling your promise, just for his last memory of you to be that of you collapsing covered in poorly wrapped bandages and sloppy stitches over your abdomen.

╰┈➤ Note

Don't know what possessed me to write Jiaoqiu's, not my usual thing but I got the idea and lowkey had to write that down.

Sorry for all the deaths, you get 5 big booms.  💥  💥  💥  💥  💥

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Just wanted to make a little note, currently suffering some major writers block and just lack of motivation overall. Kinda burnt myself out and taking a short break! Will get back to writing when I can, sorry if you've requested and it's on hold! They will be the first thing I finish when I get back :)) have a good day/ night! <3

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Random thoughts with MHA men!

☁︎Lowkey just a heap of stupid ideas I had for different characters I thought were funny/ cute. Might extend on a few of these into longer fics if I find the time :) ☁︎Going back to finishing some requests after this! Sometimes read and can't process what I just read so might take a while to finish them all! Feel free to request but might be a bit slow at the moment, but I'll get through them when I can! ☁︎Not really any warnings other than swearing (Tried to keep it to a minimum but habit when I can't think of a fitting word)! Gn/ unspecified reader :))

╰┈➤ Katsuki Bakugo who follows a strict routine he set for himself to get the most out of the day, in bed by exactly 8:30. Yet he coincidently always happens to be awake when you try to sneak in and cuddle under the covers with him. Gets annoyed at you for "interfering" with his schedule, but he never lets himself fall asleep if he knows your planning to visit, even if at ridiculous hours of the night. ╰┈➤ Shoto Todoroki who lacks certain aspects of understanding when it comes to social cues, specifically the idea of personal space after you start dating. Will stand behind you breathing down your neck just wanting to be near you, not realising how odd it appears to anyone passing by. Similarly, will practically sit ON you instead of beside you, squeezing between you and anyone/anything so he can sit right beside you.

╰┈➤ Izuku Midoriya who often forgets or simply doesn't realise when his habit of rambling starts, sometimes scaring the shit out of you when he suddenly breaks the silence. Will need you to sometimes cover his mouth when out in public before he says something that would accidently make any sane person uncomfortable. Talked about murder out of context at least a few times and got y'all kicked out of somewhere </3

╰┈➤ Tenya Iida who understands the concept of money and it's overall value, but frankly doesn't care when it comes to you. Buys you awfully expensive items that reminds him of you/ thinks you'll like, hiding just how much he actually spent so you don't reject it (you know, you just don't have the heart to tell him.) Will gift you like it's only something small and beat himself up for not getting you something better (It cost more than what you make in 3 months). Prides himself on responsibility but it all falls out the window when about his decisions around you.

╰┈➤ Eijiro Kirishima who shows you off like some sort of deity, constantly praising anything and everything you do. Accidently degrades himself while praising you, saying how he doesn't deserve you (he's literally an angel :(( ). Will do anything for you, if you ask him or not, choosing to show just how much he loves you through his actions not just words. Tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day <3

╰┈➤ Neito Monoma who respects you even if you're in class 1a, never speaking poorly of you even when shitting on your class. Stops whenever you're nearby and starts acting all sweet like he wasn't badmouthing each of your classmates to their faces minutes prior. Another one who worships your every movement and the ground you walk on, but instead of degrading himself puts everyone else but the both of you down. (My favourite little menace)

╰┈➤ Hitoshi Shinsou who without fail whenever you're alone hands you some random ass cat inspired thing that reminded him of you. First it was a small succulent pot, next some really doped out looking cat plushie, then a little keychain of a black cat with a witches hat.. it just kept going. Gets you wondering how he manages to keep finding these objects, and how he always manages to have one when you see each other unplanned (He has a little hidden pocket where he stores the little strange trinkets) ╰┈➤ Rody Soul who sometimes activates his quirk, summoning Pino, at the most random hours of night. Will get woken up by your sudden screams, thinking you had a nightmare only for it to have been Pino scaring the shit out of you by sitting on your chest in the middle of the night and scrutinizing your very being (lovingly). Has been forced as a result to spend the next day begging for forgiveness for Pino's actions (He had a dream of you and she was just admiring you with the same level of affection as him, just hers a bit more creepy..)

╰┈➤ Mirio togata who even after years of practice with his quirk, happens to forget what activating it in normal clothes does. Has tried to phase through the ground to surprise you with his sudden appearance just to end up flashing you, both of you now sitting in embarrassment while your struggling to breathe through your laughter. Apologises before joining you in going along with your everyday life (It will happen again)

╰┈➤ Tamaki Amajiki who uses you as a form of protection, not from physical danger but from people trying to communicate with you both. Will hold your hand in his and stand right against your back, head often against yours or on your shoulder while he lets you talk for him as well as yourself. As soon as you finish, will drag you away to a more secluded area and embrace you with more confidence as a way of showing his appreciation for never complaining about his shying away from socialising.

╰┈➤ Giulio Gandini who chooses to not wear his eyepatch when you're both alone, trusting you in his most vulnerable form. Who is able to use his robotic eye as a camera, recording your interactions to preserve the memory. Often pulls up these moments on the screen of his prosthetic arm when you're apart, watching through them when he misses you. Moves certain ones to a USB and prints out photos to give you (some in lockets, some just as a copy to frame) leaving you confused on how he managed to get them. (I love him so much :(( lowkey the main reason I liked the 4th movie sm)

╰┈➤ Touya Todoroki/ Dabi who will only let you help when it comes to dyeing his hair (aka forces you when the black is washing out to help fix it up). Will sit on a random chair he dragged in or the edge of the bathtub while you touch up his roots, probably moves constantly unless you hold his head in place. Gets you to join him in the shower to help wash through it, being a little shit about it and smudging the dye on you so it'll stain.

╰┈➤ Tomura Shigaraki who refuses to touch you with all 5 of his fingers, even after he's confident in his abilities to control his quirk. Will always have a finger lifted from your body while he holds you in his embrace, wearing artist gloves when sleeping beside you just to be safe. Holds your hand constantly when alone like the touch starved person he is but never has a proper grasp, loosely intertwining your fingers while he leaves his pinkie away from your hand.

╰┈➤ Shota Aizawa who similar to his son has a habit of handing you random stuff when he returns home, though his are more concerning. If you had a nickel for every time he came home to hand you a kitten he found in an alley, you would have two but it was very strange it happened twice. Came home after his long shift one night and handed you a cat like it was just another causal Wednesday. So anyways you guys have 2 cats now :))

╰┈➤ Keigo Takami who likes to use his feathers to tickle you at the least expected times, often resulting in a fresh bruise the next day. Will each and every time forget you like to swing when his feathers are tickling at your sides, with your first or leg accidently colliding with some part of his body. One time was his face, another his calf, or the time you accidently hit him where the sun don't shine. He learnt to move back after that one..

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╰┈➤Angst scenarios with Mha movie men

☁︎Includes: Giulio Gandini, Rody Soul ☁︎I absolutely love the movie characters and feel they're so heavily underrated when it comes to being written, so wanted to write for them :) ☁︎Warnings: death, Betrayal/ heartbreak, Description of injuries/ weapons, Heavy angst/ no comfort, lowkey made myself sad writing parts of this. Spoilers for movies 3 and 4 ☁︎gender neutral reader/ no specified pronouns, referred to as "you".

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╰┈➤🎕🥀Giulio Gandini

Whether he chose to admit it, you were always there in his new life, since the very beginning. You started off as something akin to a ghost, a passing figure within the halls of the Scervino family's mansion. Someone like him, taken in with the task of caring for the long since isolated daughter, the girl who seemed right out of some twisted fairy tale. Giulio had heard of you in passing, between the whispers of servants within the walls that praised you for your power. You made two, the two people who could make contact with the girl without risk of harm if you happened to be incompatible. He was a neutraliser while you were simply immune. Suddenly his burden was not only his to bear, another person who was able to make the girl feel normal, to feel human. Even if in the end he was the only one able to cure her, to lessen the inflictions of her own quirk, you still held more of an impact on the both than you could have imagined. He watched the simple things you did for the girl, braiding her hair in the early hours of the morning when requested before a long day, doing something as simple as holding her hand to remind her she wasn't alone. It was small, but he grew to admire you either way.

The shift in her mood was almost immediate, the girl who once cowered away from any form of contact now seeking out your touch. Even if it meant more work was loaded onto his schedule, he never found it in himself to complain as he watched you sit together on the balcony overhanging the garden. And soon Giulio began to care for you as well, pouring an extra cup of tea when he was to serve the younger girl, pushing the saucer towards you with a gentle smile. It was slow from there, the exchange of short spouts of words as you passed in the halls, in a world the two of you ruled on your own. It then became something more, hushed words lingering in the halls becoming long hours under the moonlight, sharing the tea he had diligently prepared in a comforting silence. Even if he couldn't read your mind, couldn't determine how much these meetings mattered to you, they meant the world to him.

It may have been something so simple, yet you never complained when he requested your presence in the late hours of the night, the only time he truly felt free. You spared him time each night, sitting in the dimly lit dining area and enjoying your warm drinks, away from the worries of the seizures that wracked the girl under his care. You were no longer a stranger, no longer a spirit in the back of his mind, instead you were a friend. A figure in his life that he could rely on for comfort, that he could rely on outside the Scervino family he had grown to love like his own. You were different. You never pitied him, never looked down on him and instead helped him move forward in life. Over the years of companionship, watching you remain ever so kind to everyone, Giulio started to fall for you. You had managed to break down the walls he initially piled up after the loss of his family, never becoming overwhelming despite the constant presence of you around him. It started as something small, a shift in his demeanour when you got a bit too close to him, heat rising to his flushed cheeks watching you interact with the people around you. To him you were like an angel, someone who felt so out of reach that he couldn't help but admire. He felt love, he loved Anna but for you his feelings were different, a need to have you close over simply being your protector. He never expected for his feelings to be reciprocated, but as you stood before him with a shaky hand offering him a single rose, he couldn't have been happier. It was rocky at times, your relationship struggling with his inability to leave the mansion at the risk of failing to fulfil but contract, but to him it was still perfect. You made it work, refined it over the months of affection, and it became something just as special. Instead of spending days out, walking together you both found comfort in each others brace under the night sky. Sharing the tea he had freshly prepared on the balcony, enjoying the distant shine of the stars. And after everything, he never gave up on you. A single night was all it took, a single night to collapse everything he had built in his life. The house he had grown attached to, the house that became his home, crumbling down in a matter of minutes. Flames surrounded the whole area, blood splattered across the rubble as he laid helpless, succumbing to the pain of his injuries.

Giulio could only watch helplessly as the girl he swore to protect was taken, her power taken advantage of as he couldn't do anything but promise to find her. To save her. After what felt like hours had passed, he finally managed to pull himself to stand, leaning his left against the crumbling wall as his remaining foot grew weak. The first body he recognised was that of his employer, Mr Scervino laying lifelessly amongst the ruins of his own home. He forced his body to move, forced himself to call out to you amongst the crumbling structure of the mansion. He could feel the warm rivers of crimson running down the right side of his face, eyelid screwed tightly shut as he struggled through the rubble, trying to find any signs of life. To hear the sound of your voice reply to his cries. But in the end it was hopeless, never finding you like you had simply vanished. Now it all made sense.

The sounds of a drawn out battle echoed throughout the enclosed walls of a false sky, his blood seeping into the blooming field of artificial flowers. His figure remained hunched, kneeling weakly before the person who shadowed over him. He ignored the calls of his name from the young hero who had helped him to this point, ignoring the mocking voice as Dark Might as he sat motionless. The blue light of his prosthetic eye had long extinguished, the orb falling dark as his crimson fell loosely around his shoulders.

His remaining eye met yours, yet you didn't spare him a second thought as you pressed the cold metal of the muzzle against his forehead. You still looked the same, your features matching the face he had long since burned into his memory, yet you weren't the same person he had grown to love. Your eyes held no remorse at the loaded weapon you pointed at him, vision hazy under the control of some cruel woman who found using you as a pawn amusing. There was no tremble in your hand, no hesitation in your actions as you remained trapped within a daydream. You had the power to end his life at the snap of a simple command, and you couldn't stop it. Giulio could feel the build up of tears as his vision began to blur, the sting in the back of his natural eye as his gaze never fell from your face. Your eyes no longer held the kind person he grew to love, simply being a husk of who he once knew under the manipulation of some sick woman.

The sound of movement within the gun fell upon his ears, his pleas failed to snap you out of the daze that trapped you, you remaining unwavering. Nothing left you, no apology, no declaration of hatred for his very existence.

And that made it hurt even more.

His right arm began to feel unnaturally heavy, the prosthetic limb he had grown accustomed to burning as a reminder that he could still stop this. it would only take a moment for the metallic limb to transform, to pull the trigger at you and finish the mission he had set for himself. He could still pull through and save Anna. Yet as he remained kneeling, his once upkept three piece suit that you had gifted him ripped beyond recovery, he couldn't bring himself to aim something that could harm you towards your figure, much less pull the trigger. Instead he sat awaiting his impending doom, the fate chosen for him at your hands as the mastermind behind your control uttered your next task. Memories began to surface in his mind, your first real interaction, your first kiss to your final night together spent under the stars. Giulio could hear the distant screams of the young hero who accompanied him, telling him to move and to finish his mission. To save Anna like he promised. Yet as he remained focused on you, focusing on the face he learnt to love, he couldn't help but accept that he had failed the contract entrusted to him. Meeting your eyes for the final time before the trigger was due to be pulled, he chose to give you a final loving smile, his sharp teeth glimmering in the artificial light of the construct as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His eyes fell closed, leaving the saving of Anna to the future heroes that brought him this far, accepting the end of his own possible future at your hands.

If this was his destiny, he was willing to wait for you in his next incarnation. Choosing to die with a smile, the very smile you loved until the end.

╰┈➤⚝🐤Rody Soul

You were his first friend, the only friend to stick by his side through everything. You were there as early as he could remember, a family friend about his age who he was forced to interact with. At first he didn't like you, didn't get why he had to play with some kid because his parents were friends with theirs. It started with you two in a room, staring at each other for different reasons. Distaste and curiosity. You had offered him something, a small toy he saw you enter the house with, taking it into his hands before dropping it and turning away. He could hear the small gasp you let out, the sound of your rushed footsteps to grab the plushie before brushing off potential dirt that corrupted the otherwise pristine fur. You watched him walk out, huffing something about how he didn't wanna play with some baby despite being the same age. All you could do was frown before following him out, moving to your parents and asking to go home blaming it on being tired.

Because even if he was mean, you still wanted to befriend him, as he was the first person your age that spared you a second glance. Even when he tried to push you away you stood strong, following him and trying to get though to him. He only opened up about one thing, his dreams of becoming a pilot, yet that was enough for you to stay encouraged. You wanted to befriend the boy who caught your interest, because at the end of the day everyone needed someone.

And you wanted to be that person.

Your friendship truly started around the age of 11, helping him care for his siblings after the loss of his mother. Your parents were more than happy to let you visit the boy each day, knowing he'd be lonely with the long hours his father worked and the stress of watching the little kids each day. Rody never wanted to admit it, but he appreciated your constant attempts at forming a friendship, never giving up even when he acted like he hated you. He was just scared, and you never gave up on him.

He could remember the times when you were both younger, running around the front garden of his house with the neighbourhood kids, the small girl strapped to his back as he held his toy plane up high. To the sky as he would say, like he would be one day flying a plane of his own.

He remembered watching you sometimes, holding his younger sister so he could play without fear of hurting the girl if he was to fall, the small bundle sleeping in your arms as you sat in the grass. Sometimes he found himself joining you, talking to you as the other boys ran around continuing their own little game. It clicked to him how that was the first thing that made you closer than anyone else.

Rody had eventually opened up about his quirk, finally explaining the small pink bird that clung to him, the very bird that often nuzzled against your cheek after a long day together. He didn't have to be the one to say it, but you realised how he truly did care, even if he struggled to show it himself.

From then on you never left his side, even when your parents told you to stop associating with the children of a monster. You didn't understand what he did wrong, hearing in passing rumours that his father was working for a bad group of people, for villains. Yet unlike the rest of the kids, you still chose to play with him because in the end, he was innocent through it all. He couldn't chose the actions of his father, and he was still your best friend no matter what. He could recall each time you knocked on the door of the caravan they were forced to live in, always bringing something for the three out of your own money. Sometimes it was food, other times pieces of clothing you thought they might like, and even if you never knew what you were doing it was the thought that mattered to him.

In the end even if he lost everyone else that he could rely on for help, you never left. You would sometimes spend the night there, against the wishes of your parents, helping the boy but the two younger children to bed. he never forgot the way you treated them like your own siblings, reading them bedtime stories and being a shoulder for them to cry on.

Really it shouldn't of been a surprise when he developed a crush on you at the young age of 15. He really never deserved you, never deserved the upmost love you gave him like he was worth the world, and he made sure he would never take you for granted again.

You helped him when he took up sketchy jobs to help provide for his siblings, staying back and watching over them as you cooked for them and kept to his schedule for when they were to go to bed for their 8 hours of sleep.

Rody could remember coming back, roughed up from a long day of work to you asleep on the couch, never leaving until you were sure he was back safe. Multiple times he sat through your scolding's, letting you bandage up the scrapes he obtained throughout the day, never failing to pull him into an embrace afterwards and tell him to be more careful next time. Each and every time, Pino did what he could never convince himself to do, nuzzling against your cheek and pecking it in something akin to a kiss.

Your relationship had started one night, late after he returned from a job that took most of the day. You had been sat on the couch, a normal occurrence yet he couldn't help but feel sorry that you were stuck raising his little siblings when he failed to be there. You had awoken when he tried to move you to somewhere more comfortable, asking him on a date in your sleep deprived state. He had accepted without a glimmer of hesitation, not expecting you to remember the next day, but you managed to and got your date in the end.

But even the best things must come to an end eventually.

Strands of his auburn hair fell from it's signature ponytail, falling over his eyes as he held you against him. He ignored the cheers through the screens of the dimly lit basement of the humanise facility, having defused the bombs at the cost of something much more valuable.

He ignored the feeling of a growing dampness on his hoodie, hand firmly pressing against your lower abdomen as the blood smudged his otherwise clean attire. Your eyes began to fall out of focus, tears brimming your eyes at the burning pain in your stomach from the laser that tore through your body. He wanted to be mad, to yell at you for taking such a critical hit for him when he was the reckless one, but he struggled to let any words escape him as his throat tightened. Your grip began to waver on his arm, your hold loosening as your body grew weaker from the blood that pooled onto the smooth floor from your body. You chose to ignore your own injuries in favour of his, trying to wipe the blood from his face but in turn smudging move of your own against his soft skin. Your body jolted as you coughed up more of the crimson liquid, a metallic taste burning the back of your throat.

Rody could feel the shake in his hand as he came to the realisation he couldn't do anything, only being able to hold you close as you struggled to breathe, pulse weakening as seconds turned into minutes. He ignored the green haired boy who sat in the same room, watching terrified at the blood that poured from your body without any sign of stopping, knowing he couldn't save everyone even if he tried. your vision began to blur further, eyes dropping closed for longer before struggling to open them again. You felt tears that weren't your own collide with your cheeks, the warm liquid mixing with the blood on your face and running down your cheeks. Yet this time it wasn't Pino, the tears falling from Rody instead as he struggled to hold himself together. A weak smile formed on your face, lifting one of your hands to face before placing two fingers to your lips, moving your shaky hand to his cheek in some form of a kiss. His hand moved from your open wound to take your hand into his own, holding it against his cheek as sobs wracked through his bloodied frame.

He couldn't lose you, being the person who meant the world to him, and someone who his siblings still needed. He could imagine their faces, the hurt and tears that could come from learning of your passing. Yet the longer he held you the more he realised that despite you calling him your hero, he couldn't save you.

He forced his otherwise numb body to move, hand wrapping around the bandana he wore to pull it away, carefully wrapping it around your head similar to how he wore it. It was an item that brought comfort to him, and he could only hope it would do the same for you.

Pino flew down one final time, landing on your chest before nuzzling against your bloodied face, pink feathers staining crimson as her beak pressed against your cheek in a final gentle kiss.

A/n: I don't know why I did this to myself, Next one will be happier cause I can't handle it :( Actually love them so much.

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Hi! May i ask you to write a request for me? Something with Jing Yuan and fem or gn reader? Reader was abused in the past, emotional and sexual if you want to be more specific. Maybe you can write something about how he will treat her, or if this information will change the way he treats her? Have nice day/night <3

☪Ahh thank you for requesting <3, went with gn reader for this as wasn't really anything added that needed to be gender specific! Kinda short :( ☪Warnings: Past incidents of abuse (Not overly mentioned but implied/ insinuated), Comfort/ fluff with upsetting undertones, Please don't read if these topics make you uncomfortable!

╰┈➤ -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´- -`♡´-

When you first mentioned parts of your past after months of dating to Jing yuan, you were scared. You had heard it time and time again, that it was your fault for letting it happen, that saying what had happened was only going to ruin their future and that the past should stay in the past. You remembered the way your hands clenched the loose fabric of the blanket you sat under, knuckles losing colour the longer you held onto the material like a lifeline. Yet sitting across from him he did nothing of the sorts, nothing like what you were expecting, simply giving you a somber smile and thanking you for telling him. For trusting him. Not much had changed at first, him not wanting you to think that it changed how he saw you. No matter what you went through you were still his partner, and it wouldn't stop him from loving you. He didn't want you to think he viewed you as something fragile, someone who you need to walk around like you're on eggshells. he made sure to treat you the same, not characterise you and decide everything on your past. He wouldn't change unless you did first. Then it started off small, You noticed the way he wouldn't place his hands on you if out of your view, making sure you saw them before they could make contact with your body. Jing yuan who waited for you to initiate contact when you were comfortable, giving you a questioning look to make sure you were okay with his advances. You remembered many nights laying beside him, waiting for you to shift under the covers with him instead of moving towards you like he would of done months ago. Noticing how he gave you a choice, letting you choose when and how you shared your affection through physical contact. Then it was his voice, still as gentle as ever with you, but his tone had changed. He made a constant act to remain calm, to not raise his voice around you even if something were to upset him. You noticed his shift when you went on walks, holding you to his side and refusing to raise his volume even when Yanqing ran off to some unknown corner of the Lufou. Because in the end, he knew the boy could only do so much to get in trouble and your comfort was his top priority in the moment. next was the boy himself, Yanqing who was told by Jing yuan himself to not overwhelm you, to make sure if he couldn't be there to protect you. The younger boy took it to heart, loving you like a parent and wanting to avoid upsetting you even if he didn't know why you might not always appreciate the sudden contact. Because they cared. Finally you realised his adjustments after his final set of actions, how he'd hold you. His hands remained firmly on your back when you stood in his embrace, arm wrapping around your shoulders when you walked together instead of on your waist. And yet, even in changing his habits to simply ensure your comfort at the end of the day, he never stopped loving you just as much as he had before he knew.

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Gonna have to write myself some Mha scenarios/ fics soon after finishing a few requests cause this is literally me. You can GUARENTEE he's gonna be included in whatever I cook up

Literally haven't seen a new fic in his tags since October.

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do you can write for the new character too? For the hsr?

Hihi! I'm happy to write for any of the hsr characters including the new ones! Just haven't yet as I'm still trying to get used to the characters personalities but i'm happy to write for them! :))

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Looking for requests!

☪As some of you would know (from one look at my posts) I mostly write for HSR but might move to others that I'm up to date in as well (Genshin, ZZZ, Mha, Aot, Kny) ☪I'm mostly writing for fluff/ angst but happy to write most things as long as they aren't overly weird or disgusting/ something that makes me uncomfortable. ☪Happy to write for most characters, but have some preferences due to better understanding of personalities/ lore. ☪Children if included will be platonic only, If anything weird is requested it will be outright ignored. ☪Just a personal preference of mine, I'm 50/50 with aging up characters. If the character is insinuated in a show for example or shown as an adult in a definite future I'm willing to write them as an adult if requested, but if they don't I won't. (example for yes being someone from class 1a (Mha), an example of no being Muichiro (KnY) ☪When requesting please be somewhat specific! If it's idea I can write something but it may not be for the character in mind unless you name them, if it's just a list of characters I don't know what you're wanting exactly. ☪I may be somewhat slow with doing your request, please be patient! I have things to do and end up busy most days, but I will always try to get it done when I can (likely within 1-2 weeks max)

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╰┈➤Loving you

☪Valentines special with hsr characters! ☪Includes: Jing yuan, Dan heng, Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill, Blade+ Three special guests! ☪Know I said probably top 3 from the vote but had ideas for more. ☪Warnings: Mostly just fluff/ romance, Non gendered/ specified, lowkey just kinda cute. Established relationships in most. You get given gifts/ flowers, I just like flowers :( ☪Kinda late post, ended up being busy yesterday when I planned to post!

╰┈➤-`♡´- Jing yuan

A smaller hand wrapped around your fingers as the young teenager dragged you through the Xianzhou Lufou, not being able to stop yourself from chuckling at the boys antics. Leaves and twigs had gotten snagged in his blond hair, but he paid it no mind as he dragged you somewhere. His "super important secret mission" as he had told you when you inquired about what he was doing.

As you ran up a final hill you entered a garden, flowering bushes neatly pruned with much care. In the distance a familiar figure caught your attention, back turned to you but identifiable by the fluffy white hair and signature red ribbon sectioning it. Yanqing made a bee line for the man, pulling you along by the firm grasp that remained on your hand. As soon as you both stepped within earshot, the teen started calling out to the much older man. "Ah general! I got them!" The boy released your hand as he walked back along your trail after getting an appreciative nod from the man, leaving the both of you alone in a momentary, comforting silence. You moved towards Jing yuan, watching him turn as he held a bouquet of chrysanthemums outstretched towards you, pushing the tied stems into your raised hands. Shades of red, pink and orange gleamed in your eyes as you admired the flowers, holding them close to your chest. Jing yuan watched in amusement at your actions, stepping to your side and offering his arm. Your arm snaked around his bicep, hand firmly setting on the muscle. "Happy valentines, Shall we go darling? I've already made some plans for this evening." You couldn't resist his charming smile as you moved into step with him, walking under the golden hues of the sunset. You could hear his boots click against the stone path you both occupied, making the atmosphere feel more genuine over a the dreamish feel it held. It was simply.. breath-taking. You stopped outside a restaurant, the building simple but held a sentimental reminder to you both. The pale blue walls were unmistakeable, the old wallpaper peeling at the corner. It was where you had your first date all those years ago, Jing yuan having panicked and bought you to the worn out restaurant that was close to your house, yet you loved every moment of it. After all, he tried and that's all that mattered. Your palm slowly ran down his arm, taking it upon yourself to instead intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring against the warm flesh of your hand. It served as a constant reminder that he was yours, that he truly loved you more than what words could convey. And you loved him too.

╰┈➤୨♡୧ Dan heng

The dark haired man stood in front of the closed door deep in thought, hands tightly clenching the poor flowers that sat at his mercy. He was kind of new to the whole romance idea, but with the encouragement of his pinkette friend he went along with her ideas. The longer he stood in the dimly lit hallway the further his mind spiraled. Did you even like flowers? What if you didn't accept them?

Dan heng let out an displeased sigh, wiping his clammy hand against his pants before knocking against your door. He could hear soft thuds through the thick wood, a yelp following a particularly loud one as your footsteps vibrated slightly through the floor. The pulled the door open, meeting deep cerulean eyes that seemed to be reading your every move. You blinked a few times at the man before you, rubbing your eyes yet he didn't leave your vision. Well you both got along, you weren't the closest two on the express, yet here he stood before you clutching a handful of flowers like it was the only thing grounding him. You could hear him clear his throat as he diverted his gaze from your own, opting to look over your shoulder instead. His words came out unsteady as he offered the white bundle towards you. "uhm, happy valentines. March told me to give you flowers cause I like... you?" You watched the usually composed man internally panic, statement forming into a question as it neared the end. It made him sound unsure, but he was confident with how he felt. Yet he struggled to voice it with the same sentiment. Dan heng Watched as his words finally clicked in your mind, a small smile reaching the genuine look of admiration behind your eyes. You hugged the mess of stems against you as you thanked him over and over, head lowering momentarily. He couldn't stop the surprised sound that slipped from his throat as you pecked him on the cheek, turning quickly to retreat to your mostly dark room, lit up by only a simple lantern. You returned moments later, flowers now replaced with a small dragon plush. He watched as you forced the stuffed toy towards him, gently grabbing it from your hold as you dropped your arms to your sides. "I got it for you, it reminded me of you a lot. It's really cute." Dan heng Looked at the plushie owlishly, meeting it's beady eyes that matched the colour of his own. His hand came to ruffle your hair, ushering you back into your bedroom as it was still significantly earlier than you would normally be up. "Thank you for it, I'll be sure to keep it safe." And he meant every word of it, considering it wat you who gifted him.

╰┈➤˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday

You sat on the large bed that centered the room, waiting for the winged man to return. You watched in silence as the sun began to set past the half closed blinds, hand tightening around the small object in your grasp. You did a onceover of your gift you had picked out, worried about it not being enough despite the thought that went into the personalisation. You flinched at hearing the hard wood door creak open, watching as the halovian stepped into the room, pushing it closed behind him. You were click to close your hand around the golden object, standing to greet him. Sunday met your eyes as he gave you a loving smile, arms wrapping around your waist as you returned his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before releasing you, stepping back. You watched as he dug through the pocket of his coat, pulling out a small object. His fist wrapped around it before he hovered it over your unoccupied and opened palm, dropping the reflective object into your grasp. "Happy valentines day angel. It isn't much but it reminded me of you, there's a photo of us I placed in there with room for another." The locket in your hand was soothing against your heated skin, being able to see small engravings of something akin to flowers in the metallic casing. You stared at the object in awe before remembering what you held wrapped in your fist, quickly bursting into laughter in front of your lover. He panicked at your sudden outburst, raising his arms and stuttering out words you couldn't comprehend. Your lowered arm moved in front of him, opening your hand to reveal the golden locket you had picked out for him. Sunday looked shocked at the gift you offered to him, a small pair of wings adorning the object. He opened the small clasp, looking at the two photos that fit perfectly within the frames. "I know you miss her still, so I made sure to add her in it too. Just so she's always with you." Your words hit him hard, looking between the photo of you both and the one of his adored younger sister. The months since his departure felt like years, being separated from her for the first time in their life, this time forever. Sunday wrapped his arms around you again, this time pulling you tight against his chest as his head met your shoulder. Your free hand moved to his nape, running your hand up through his grey hair. You could hear him gently mumble his gratitude against your skin. He carefully pulled away from you, hands still on your waist as his lips met your own. He considered himself lucky that you stood by his side, past all his wrong doings as he found himself on his personalised path to redemption. You cared for him like no other, loving him like he was the most precious thing to you. And to him, you were worth being labelled his most precious possession.

╰┈➤ ♠︎♦️♠︎ Aventurine

You sat on your shared bed, blankets messy from your sleep. The orange hues from the sunrise shone through the glass behind you, the warmth radiating through the room. You found yourself looking around the room in a state of confusion, being amplified by the drowsiness that still remained clouding your mind. Where is he? Your bedroom door was pushed open before you could ponder further, Aventurine stepping into the room with a tray balanced on his bare hand, usual black gloves discarded on his bedside cabinet. His top remained half unbuttoned from last night, letting the silky material drape off his shoulder instead of fixing it. He carefully placed the tray on your lap, shuffling under the covers beside you, arm moving to wrap around your back and settle on your waist. A mixed array of different foods sat neatly arranged, some shaped into hearts with a small cup of juice placed on the far corner. "Didn't know what you wanted so made you a bit of everything, Happy valentines love." He watched you silently as you ate, fingers rubbing circles into your hip as he leaned into you. You looked at him in slight confusion, simply observing as you ate instead of getting himself food like you expected. Instead he served you your breakfast in bed and just waited patiently for you to finish. Aventurine ran his fingers through his sandy-blond hair, turning to you at the feeling of your gaze on the side of his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted as you shoved the pancake on the end of your fork into his mouth, syrup spilling on his parted lips. Your face moved towards his as he slowly chewed on the fluffy sweet treat in his mouth, cocking a brow as his magenta-cyan eyes met yours. He felt your tongue glide over his lower lip, cleaning off the sticky substance before resuming your meal. He blinked a few times as he processed the loss of feeling, chuckling as he gently pressed his lips against the side of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair. "Don't be too long baby, I have something I want to do with you later." He watched as you happily nodded, imagining the way your legs would kick back and forwards if you were sat on a chair. You began to lean into his side, head resting on his chest as he ran his hands up and down your side. He took pride in his wealth, yet he'd give it all up to spend the rest of his life with you.

╰┈➤• ➵ ✩ Boothill

Cold metalic hands rested on your face, covering your eyes as you followed the raspy voice that guided your steps. You could feel your feet leave the familiar steel of the ship, stepping onto softer ground as you kept moving forward. A sweet aroma reached your nose, causing confusion to spark. Just where was he leading you? You suddenly were forced to stop as the cyborg behind you halted in his movements, counting to 3 before lifting his hands from your face. After your eyes focused to the bright light of the area, you gazed over the field of iridescent flowers, all shades of the rainbow clashing in something so beautiful yet chaotic. You let out a shocked sound akin to a gasp, crouching to feel the soft petal of a flower between your fingertips. Boothill grinned behind you, sharp teeth almost radiating light as they reflecting the rays from the sun. He pulled his hat off his head, instead placing it on yours as you rose to your feet again. "Found it when chasin' one of 'em muddlefudgers, thought ya might like it sweetheart." He took a step back from you, turning as he pulled his phone from his pocket. You watched as he aggressively whispered into the device, trying to get something through the voice recording. You waited patiently for the cowboy to finish messing with the device, watching him struggle and release a string of censored curses. After a few moments a gentle melody started playing, a familiar song of the piano you both adored. He turned up the volume enough to be heard when the phone was returned to it's place. Boothill offered his hand, pulling you to sway with him when you grasped it, his other hand dropping to your waist. Your hand moved to his shoulder, stepping in time with him as you both moved in harmony. You followed the familiar steps, careful to avoid stepping on the flowers that bloomed around the field. His hand raised higher above your head, spinning you around before catching you by the waist when you fell back. He straightened you up, hand moving to pull his hat back as he placed a tender kiss against your lips. You couldn't help but be reminded of your wedding, a small but heart felt celebration being held on your home planet. Even if the memories of the night were tarnished, the both of you still held onto the dance from that night, treating it as your own little tradition. No matter how many years were to pass, he would still choose to do it every anniversary.

╰┈➤♱✮♱ Blade

You sat on the couch in the corner of Kafka's room, watching as looked over another article of clothing. You sat in a mess of an outfit, half formal and half casual as she decided on the rest of what you should wear. You were unsure why, but all you knew was this was gonna be the death of you. A bundle of clothing hit your face as she pushed you into her bathroom, telling you to put on what she had chosen out. You had to admit it was nice, yet you still remained oblivious to the true intentions behind her dolling you up. When you re-entered the bedroom, she was no where to be seen. You opted to walk out and look for her, instead running into your partner. Blade Looked you up and down, his dark blue-red Ombre hair falling over his eyes. Instead of his usual attire, he wore a black suit, looking messily put on. He looked annoyed as he took your hand, tugging you down the long corridor towards the exit of the base. He gave a displeased grunt when you failed to fall into step with him, slowing his movements to match your pace. "Kafka told me to take you out to dinner, hurry up or we'll be late." You gave him a look of confusion before remembering the holiday, realising what was happening. A smug grin etched onto your face as you wrapped your arm around his, leaning against him obnoxiously. "Oh, do I get a date? Well aren't you just the sweetest guy ever." Blade glared at you as he forced you to walk faster, grumbling to you to not get used to it. You both stopped when you reached his car, the reflective red gleaming in the overhead lights. You pushed you by between your shoulder blades to the passenger side, opening your door for you. You took your seat before the pushed the door shut, moving to his own side again as you strapped yourself in. One hand sat on the wheel after the car started up, the other resting against your thigh with a gentle squeeze as he pulled out, driving towards his chosen destination. His crimson eyes left the road, meeting yours as he trusted the auto driving mechanism to not fail. He leaned his face towards yours, pressing his lips against yours before moving to your neck, repeating the action. "You look nice though, suits you darling."

he moved his attention back to the road, speeding down the highway towards his chosen restaurant, being none other than your favourite. If it wasn't for the damn reservation Kafka bought, he'd rather be at home with you in his arms.

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╰┈➤ʚ୨୧⋆ɞ Robin

You waited backstage for a certain halovian, listening to her voice as it echoed from where she was preforming. As sat leaning against a crate, a small gift bag in one hand neatly organised to her liking. Though you couldn't take all the credit, haven gotten in contact with her brother to know her favourite flower, having failed to have her mention it in idle conversation. A wrapped bouquet rested against the top of the wood behind you, bundles of small iridescent flowers with a purple hue slightly ruffled from your quickened pace as to not be late. You heard the music from the theatre come to an end, round of applause sounding as Robin's angelic voice came to an end. You watched as the flocked, red curtains were pushed aside, purple hair bouncing as she rushed down the steps. The sound of her heels clicking reached your ears as she made her way to you, arms wrapping around your neck as you placed on hand on the small of her back. Her emerald eyes met yours as she leaned back, giving you a small greeting. You grabbed the wrapped stems of the flowers, offering the items in your now full hands to the angel before you. "Happy valentines dove, you were amazing out there." You gave her a genuine smile, falling off guard when she threw herself back into your arms, chants of gratitude being spoken for your ears alone. Releasing you from her embrace, she let the bundle of flowers rest in the crook of her elbow, using her spare hand to pull the contents from the bag. A black box sat in her open palm, being opened to reveal a pearl necklace, specifically chosen to match her preowned bracelet. As she looked at you, you carefully took the necklace from her gloved hand, moving her hair to the side to clasp it around her neck. You gently repositioned her hair, running your fingers through the strands to brush it out. Robin gave you a look of defeat, a partial look of guilt on her face while she pouted. "I'll get your present to you as soon as we get home darling, I didn't think to bring it with me here." She shook her head, wrapping her arm around yours as she started walking towards the exit, wings fluttering blissfully. As she walked hand in hand with you, she couldn't help but think of what to get you next time, wanting to make it special. Because in the end, you were her freedom. ╰┈➤✩ ♬ ✩ Serval

You sat on the bench in the Neverwinter workshop, legs crossed, waiting for your girlfriends return. You tinkered with a small gadget she had left beside you, trying to figure out it's purpose while being mindful of it's fragile nature. Lost in thought, you failed to process the sound of the door squeaking open, nor the sound of footsteps that advanced towards you. Serval came up beside you, hands wrapping around your waist as she leaned against you, looking over your shoulder at what you were messing with. You flinched at the sudden cold hands that placed themselves around you, turning to meet cerulean eyes. She picked up the bundle of flowers she dropped on the bench behind you, offering them with a fond smile. "Here ya go sweetheart, happy valentines." Her face returned to your side as you placed the device back where you got it, hand moving to run through the coloured streaks of her hair. You untangled your legs as you moved them off the surface, thighs resting on either side of Serval as her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face pressed against your chest as you massaged her scalp. You sat in a comforting silence, basking in each others presence, gently rocking back and forwards. The blaring sound of her ringtone echoed throughout the enclosed space, causing her to groan as she pulled herself from your embrace. She aggressively tapped her painted nails against the screen, scrolling to see the notification from her younger brother. She loved him wholeheartedly, but she stood wanting to strangle him for disrupting her time with you. You hopped off the desk, moving to walk behind her as she rushed around the workshop, grabbing things you couldn't name and shoving them in a random bag she grabbed off the rack. She slung it over her shoulder after zipping it up, turning to you with a look of guilt. "Sorry lovely, gotta go fix another generator, those useless engineers just can't grasp my design. I'll take you to dinner later, yeah?" Your hands dropped to her waist, placing a tender kiss on her lips that she quickly leaned into. When she pulled away, her hand raised to ruffle your hair quickly, giving a lazed wave as she began to walk towards the front entrance. As soon as she was done, she was going to give you the date you deserved. Even after dating since she was a researcher for the architects, she would still give you her everything. Because you were the one who stood beside her all those years ago

╰┈➤🎸⋆⭒˚ Gepard

You watched as the snowflakes fell, landing against the cobbled streets of Belobog, melting upon contact with the heated stone. You made your way towards the small restaurant agreed upon with your lover. the small wrapped presents sat in your bag, resting to your side as you saw the diner come into view. You came to a stop outside, deciding to wait for him before going inside. It didn't take long before heavy footsteps came towards your direction, the sound of armour clashing together sounding out. You watched as the blond man came to a halt before you, taking a moment to catch his breath before sputtering out an apology, offering you the bouquet of ball peony's in his grasp. "For you my love, happy valentines." Gepard gave you an apologetic, but charming smile as you took them from him, apologising for his tardiness. You pulled him inside the cosy building, out of the blistering cold of your planet. You both ordered a warm drink, moving to sit in the far corner due to the lack of customers.

You both fell into a small chat until your drinks came, taking a quick sip that made a satisfied sigh fall from your parted lips. You never really did get used to the cold, the warmth of your drink radiating and heating your hands. You placed your drink back on the small saucer it came on, reaching into your bag to pull out the first present, a small 1 marked on it. You passed the rectangular gift to Gepard, trying not to let a mischievous grin form on your face. He slowly unwrapped it, only ripping the paper when necessary. When the cover came into view, he paused, a displeased look plastered on his face as he stared at you. Singing for dummies. You let out a low chuckle before reaching back into your bag, handing him the actual present you had chosen for the man. This gift was smaller, but upon opening it you could see a shimmer in his blue eyes. With the help of his sisters, you managed to compile a folder of photos for the sentimental man. A collection of memories of you four. Gepard delicately took your hand, placing a tender kiss to the back before setting your hand on the table, not releasing it from his hold. The thick padding of his glove wasn't uncomfortable like initially imagined, instead being oddly comforting, like a constant reminder of his will to protect you. Because you were his world, and he would forever be your shield.

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ׂ╰┈➤Maybe in another life fate would accept us: hsr men (Part 1)

☪In which he open up about you after you're gone ☪Includes: Sunday, Boothill ☪No defined pronouns/ gender specific descriptions, basically just angst, Main character death prior to the storyline, past established relationship (engaged/ married) ☪Part 2/3 will include: Dan heng, Jing yuan, Aventurine and Blade

╰┈➤˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday

The Passenger Cabin was eerily quiet, being illuminated by the carved lights that sat along the dark roof, like the stars that surrounded the Express. The only disturbance to the silence was two sets of uncoordinated footsteps as they padded along the dull carpet.

The two had been sent on a "mission" by Himiko, gather the crew for dinner before Pompom got angry at anyone's absence. Stelle took the lead, a mere foot ahead of the complaining girl who was in a rush for no particular reason.

They came to a sudden halt at a door towards the end of the long corridor, much similar to the ones they had passed on the way through. The pink haired girl piped up, flickering her attention between the wooden door and her companion.

"Sunday should be in his room right? he didn't seem to be in the Parlor car."

An annoyed sigh left March as she violently banged the side of her fist against the dark wood, calling out to the man she assumed on the other side. She was promised juice, and the quicker she could drag the winged man to the Party car, the quicker she got her highly awaited drink.

When she got no reply, she opted to try opening the door. Unlocked. Without a second thought, she entered the room thinking he was simply immersed in her own world and didn't hear them. Instead all the pair was met with was a neat, but empty room. March found herself looking around the room more than intended, finding the new space comforting. The room screamed Sunday, with his interests and overall aesthetic leading a clear impact.

After a few moments of admiration the fact that he wasn't present caught up to the girl, causing her to drag a hand down her face angrily. Before she could finish spinning on her heel, intent on leaving to track down the current cause of all her misery, she found herself pausing. Her eyes stopped on something on the corner of his desk, a small photo beside a candle.

She took a few cautious steps towards it, failing to make out the image from a distance. Wax dripped down to the base of the candle, golden flame flickering as it dimly lit up the framed photograph. The first two people captured were recognisable at a first glance, halovian features almost staring back at her. The pair of siblings wore similar outfits, white with a complimentary shade as they stood in close proximity to each other.

As the seconds passed, March couldn't think of who the other person could have been. It was as if they were something in her imagination, someone so close yet out of reach. They were clad in similar attire, something classy yet it looked natural on them. Her first thought was of their appearance, looking almost angelic despite being human.

Stelle came up behind her after noticing the lack of movement from the normally hyperactive girl, looking at the image with her with a similar confusion. As if some connection had formed, the two girls made eye contact before blinking owlishly at each other. Their hands balled into fists in sync, raising as they engaged in a quick game of scissors paper rock.

They both had the same idea, loser has to ask the man himself.

While in their heated match, they both failed to hear the tap of boots against the floor, or realise Sunday had entered his room, sceptical of his open door. He opted to stay silent, watching the two with his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame.

The victor was shortly decided, with March huffing and stomping her foot at poor turn choice. With a agitated fine, she turned to make her way to the exit, jolting with a gasp upon realising the very man they were originally after was now in the room. The two who occupied the room further in looked at him sheepishly, looking guilty as ever.

Sunday couldn't help but sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he finally questioned the two delinquents.

"what are the two of you doing in here?"

Stelle was quick to explain, alas poorly, about how they were looking for him for their meal together. After she had finished her defence, the pinkette was quick to fill in the silence, pointing back at his desk.

"oh, oh! Who's that? In the photo."

The man gave her a confused look, trying to figure out which photo she was referring to amongst the many that covered the expanse of the hard wood. At the expression on his face, March was quick to specify the one that intrigued her.

"The one by the candle! The person between you and Robin."

March was quick to follow it up with her assumptions on who it could have been, not realising the shift in his expression of the slight downwards twitch in his wings. He was quick to regain his composure, though not before Stelle realised his clear discomfort on the topic.

"Ah, they're.. my partner."

"Really? How come we never met them, please introduce us! They seem like they'd be loads of fun to hang out with."

Sunday knew she was right, you were always a delight to be around, the light in his life that never seemed to wither. Until you did. he was confident that the crew would have adored you, always having a way of making even the coldest people warm up to you. That was something he adored about you, something he loved that made you different from the rest.

He seemed caught in a trance, staring at the photo as if it was bound to vanish the second he turned his back. He came out of his mind at the sight of a smaller hand waving in front of his face, March trying to get his attention as her request hadn't been answered. He was quick to clear his throat, hand twitching at his side.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible, they aren't with us anymore."

The girl looked as if she was going to ask something else, but stopped herself at a gloved hand covering her mouth. He watched as Stelle leaned into the girls ear, whispering something before she could say something unfavourable in the situation. The said girl let out a gasp upon the realisation of what his words were referring to. Her expression changed to something remorseful, giving him a sad smile before her hand wrapped around the ashy haired girls wrist.

"We'll be by the bar, come over whenever you feel like it. I'll make sure dinner's left for you."

He watched as the girl rushed out of the room, the taller girl right behind her as she got dragged along, giving him a small wave as she slid the door shut with her foot. His gaze returned to the photo that was previously the topic of conversation, taking it into his gloved hand as he ran his fingertips over the glass.

He remembered the night as if it was mere moments prior, remembered the way you pulled him up to dance as Robin preformed. It was before her first big show, a final practice to two of the most cherished people in her life. He remembered the smile his sister gave seeing them spin to her song, hand in hand with Sunday. It was clumsy, the both of them having little experience in dancing but it wasn't how good they were that mattered, it was the simple admiration they shared as they found themselves swaying along to the beat.

He remembered how you treated Robin with so much love, being there for her and being a shoulder for her to lean on. Seeing the two of you interact, the two people he swore to protect with his whole being, he knew you were the one. Yet he failed you.

The photo frame clicked as he returned it to it's spot on his desk, the shuffling of his shoes on the wooden floor echoing through the room as he sat in his office chair. The glove of his left hand was quickly removed, allowing him to trace his engagement ring delicately, the small engraving of your initials glowing under the muted light of his room.

Sunday found himself reminded of everything until your dying breath, the smile on your face as your heart stopped with you cradled in his arms. Gold clouded the corner of his visions as he buried his face in his hands, winds moving to cover the gaps of his fingers as he felt his shoulder shake.

He let himself weep for the first time since his departure from Penacony, lowering his walls for even just a moment as the realisation of it all hit. He had lost both you and Robin now, even if she continued to breath.

Yet despite it all, he held some hope, some hope that kept him going.

Maybe in another life he could have seen you walk down the aisle. Maybe in this other life he could grow old with you.

Only his death could tell if this other life was possible.

╰┈➤• ➵ ✩ Boothill

The sound of his cue colliding with the pool balls reached his ear as he pushed himself up from the table, using the stick for support as he watched the rolling spheres on the table. He hadn't lost yet, which was an upside, but he was still doing awful at the game. Boothill outstretched his arm to offer the cue stick to the red haired knight beside him, fixing his hat before crossing his arms over his metallic plated chest. The game had been going on for a few minutes at this point and to put it simply he was getting sick of it, having wanted to give up 4 rounds ago. He watched as some of the Express crew stumbled around the dance floor, clumsy actions causing them to collide with each other as they tried to dance to the off beat of the song. As the round came to a close, with Argenti sinking the last ball with unmatched precision, Boothill gave a half hearted salute as he spun on his heel. His boots collided with the hard floor as he made his way to get some drinks, quickly pulling himself into a seat when he got to his destination. Fluorescent lights illuminated the lilac themed bar on the Radiant Feldspar, reflecting off the metallic body of the cyborg as he sat on a stool. His elbow came to rest on the marble surface, cuffed leather sleeves wrinkled at the uneven pressure. He waved over the bartender, placing his usual offer before looking around the decorated room. It was.. nice. The space held a familiar feel that he couldn't place, but it gave him a sense of comfort he hadn't felt in years. A neat row of glasses sat were placed before him, seven to be exact, another being picked up in his hand as he swirled the amber liquid absentmindedly. The charmony festival had come to an end, him walking away from his new companion who he had been playing pool with to relax. Boothill found a sort of comfort in the flamboyant mans presence, much like that of a brotherly bond that he had long since missed. The sound of metal scraping against the floor caught his attention, seeing as a person sat beside him, pulling the bar stool closer to him. His black rimmed eyes were focused on the man beside him, piercing cerulean eyes meeting his gaze. He cocked a brow at the silent man, giving a crooked grin that allowed his sharkish teeth to show through. "Ain't you oughta be with them Express buddies of ya's? Sure they'd wanna celebrate with ya" Boothill spun around on the stool, back leaning against the countertop as his arms supported his upper body. Dan heng simply shrugged at the cowboy, something about them playing a game leaving him, before scrolling through his phone. The two sat in a refreshing silence, both opting to do their own things before another man made his way over. Argenti gave the pair a charming smile before moving a seat to sit between the two, a bit further back from the bar as to not get in their faces. The sound of his metal colliding sounded from his armour as he settled down, looking between the two like they were insane, quietly judging their lack of enthusiasm from the festival. It was clear the newest addition to the trio had some alcohol in his system, dozing off without the noise of chatter to keep his attention. The red head, obviously not the biggest fan of the silence the other two set, asked the cyborg a question. "My friend, feel free to disregard due to my ignorance on this, but what was life for you before... this?"

He motioned to his body, referring to his cyborg features, something that seemed to make people think he lost his humanity. Even if he was giving to give up his mortal flesh to prolong his life, he was still human at heart. Boothill thought about it for a second, trying to think of a suitable answer before landing on one a few seconds later. wordlessly he began searching through the breast pocket on his leather jacket, stopping at his steel fingertips grasped at a small photo. He pulled it out, placing it carefully on the table, making sure no condensation from the glasses could make contact with the edge of the paper. It was roughed up, burn marks corrupting the once pristine image, three figures being able to be made out through the mess. The photo focused on a small girl, auburn hair tied into two small space buns atop her head, a red dress worn over a long sleeve white shirt being half visible. An equally as small, hand crafted guitar sat in her grasp, engravings unlike anything the knight had seen before. Even in the still image it was clear the girl was smacking at the wooden instrument placed in her lap, clearly only a toddler. Behind her were two figures, the white and black hair on one of them heavily recognisable, though the other figure was foreign. They both wore casual clothes, some sort of jeans and a button up shirt, with the stranger wearing a familiar cowboy hat. Boothill pointed at the image, specifically at the smaller girl first.

"She was my little girl, found her when she was just a tiny thin'"

His finger shifted over the other figure captured. "And them, my partner, sweetest ya could ever meet" Argenti looked between the photo and the man before him, taking a moment to consider his words. They were a cute family, all looking vaguely different yet obviously holding a great deal of love between them. Yet the cyborgs tone was something amiss. "Oh, my apologies for my inquiry friend, is it safe to assume something happened to them?" Boothill's jaw tighten, fist clenching against the edge of the counter top. He let out a deep exhale before turning to meet light green eyes, a look of disgust contorting his face. "It's all those forkin' IPC muddlefudgers fault. Took everythin' from me and acts all high n' mighty! When I get ma hands on the last of 'em I-" "I'm sorry for your loss. What were they like?" Dan heng broke his tranquillity, cutting off the enraged man before he could get too far off topic. He could understand the pain of loss, even if it wasn't his current incarnate, and didn't want his newly acquired friend to go down the wrong path in his grief. Even just for a moment, he wanted to see the man talk about something that he valued above all else. He could see a slight glimmer is Boothill's eyes at the opportunity presented on a silver platter, moving to try and grab something else of the same pocket he previously pulled the small photo out of. "Ma sweet little girl? Found her when she was knee-high to a grasshopper, tiny little thin' in the forest, kept cryin' till I picked her up. Took her in, couldn't just leave a little one alone, ey? and my partner." He cut himself off, thinking for a moment before he continued with his shortened life story. "Aw shucks, where to start? Sweetest thin', most lovable person ever, and if ya didn't like 'em, I'd put a bullet through yer skull!" He let out a small sound of triumph, pulling out a chain that held two golden rings that shimmered under the dim lighting. They were simple, but held a deep connection he refused to alter. "Just had our weddin', Those sons of a nice lady just to ruin it. Hard to wear 'em now being all metal but keep 'em close to ma heart." Boothill fell silent after that, rethinking the incident and the possibilities if it went different. Would you have moved to your own little house? Would his sweet girl have grown up into a loving person like you? He placed the chain on the photo that sat dormant on the marble, picking them both up in his hand before sliding them neatly into his pocket, careful to not inflict damage on the precious memories. He was quick to skull the remainder of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before pushing himself off the counter. His boots hit the floor as he stood, waving his way off to the other two before they could question him further. Despite everything that happened, the abolishment of what could have been a peaceful life with his loved ones, he still found himself wanting to push forward. He wanted to keep going for you, knowing you'd want him to live on without regret. He kept you close, keeping pieces of you and your daughter on him at all times, because he knew one day he'd meet you again. Even if he had to meet his demise first.

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ׂ╰┈➤What's an angel if not for it's wings? Sunday x reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Warnings: Unspecified gender/ terms, Angst/ comfort, descriptions of nightmares and possible upsetting themes (Doubt of self worth, imprisonment, accidental harm to ones self (scratching)) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spent a solid few minutes trying to study certain things to get it more accurate, but half of it was just seeing the charmony dove copypasta written in every way possible 😭😭 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ WC: 2.17k

Sunday was many things.

Sunday was a man who ruled from above like some sort of god, some sort of saviour to the people of Penacony. He was seen as a man of great power, with endless potential wherever his life decided to take him. And yet there was something he could never be... Free. It was something so far from his reach, and maybe after all this time the he was the bird that couldn't fly. Maybe all along the charmony dove from his childhood was a representation of himself, trapped in a cage and never meant to fly, bound to fall and crash. Yet maybe he was wrong, because now he wanted to fly. He realised now how misguided he was at that young age, but it was too late now. He remained trapped, victim to his own mind and the manipulation that wove through his being like vines. He stood in total darkness, his own feet a blur as he tried to escape but it was futile. A light seemed to flow from the heavens, the glow like a distant memory as it looked down at him mockingly. His body remained unmoving, forced to watch from afar. Trapped. He wanted to fly, to reach the light and free himself, but maybe it was his fate for his failures. Maybe he was never in control like he was labelled as, praised over. Sunday felt his right wing twitch, a mix of discomfort and familiarity as two young children appeared in the corner of his vision. The turn of his head was slow, deliberate and calculated despite the way his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. Though it wasn't far off. Two small children sat huddled beside each other, kneeling in a small patch of grass that withered around the edges as it approached him. Small wings sprouted from them both, resting behind their ears as their golden halos radiated a warm but dim glow. The smaller of the two wore a white dress, dirt collecting at the hem as she leaned against the garden beds cradling a small puff of iridescent feathers. The figure beside the small girl instead wore a white vest over his mostly pristine grey shirt, small stains splotched over the otherwise undisturbed material.

His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he observed their hunched over forms. Even if she was different now, a smaller version of her current form, he never thought he'd see her again. Robin. She had sacrificed everything for him, risked her own safety to confront one of the Ten Stonehearts to give him his chance to fly free. Yet all he had done was trap her, strip her of freedom in his twisted idea of protection. She was never weak, yet he treated her as if she was someone who needed to rely on him for solace. Maybe he had never deserved her in the first place, took her kindness for granted. Maybe it was for the best they were apart, if not for him for her. Maybe she could fly free for the both of them. He watched the two young halovians discussed something between themselves, hearing loose parts of the familiar conversation from his childhood. He watched as the small girl placed the fledgling onto the roughed up soil of the garden bed, turning to sprint out of the picture displayed to him. He was left with himself, both figuratively and literally, watching in confusion as the kneeling boy before him. This was... different. This isn't what happened. Sunday was left in awe as he watched himself change, feeling a shift in his child self's reaction as he stared at the small bird, patches of missing feathers becoming clearer to him as the small girl with lilac-silver hair returned to the scene, the image of her flickering as she entered further into the movie like display.

A enclosed box was in her arms, similar to a miniature house with a clear opening on one side that she pushed into the underside of the bush. The shelter didn't seem the most efficient against the weather bound to roll over in the winter months, but he felt his heart clench at her childlike innocence and compassion that made her shine ever so bright in his eyes. He watched the small girl scoop the fledgling into her hands, cupping them around it gently in case it started to stir in displeasure. Her small hands made their way past the entrance of the box, placing the baby in a mix of roughed up towels and synthetic feathers from their craft box. A smile crept onto the smaller boys face as he grabbed his sisters hand, happy at being able to give the tiny being a second chance at freedom, even if it was going to inevitably fail. Sunday couldn't help but look at his past choices in a new light, yet he felt conflicted as he continued to stare at the receding display before him. If he has chosen differently back then... could they have still been together? Would he have chosen a path away from the order that seemed to corrupt his every thought?

It was my fault. It was if the whole dreamscape had collapsed onto him, his own strength alone being the only support before it all came crumbling down. His throat felt as if it was closing, an irritating sting in the back of his eye as he stared into the endless void of his mind. It started as just his hands, shaking uncontrollably beneath the leather gloves that felt uncomfortably tight around his smooth skin, feeling like thorns digging impossibly deeper into his body. His wings were next, twitching at a pace that was bound to set him off sooner or later, followed by an unbearable itch at the base where they melted into his neck seamlessly. His covered hands reached towards his ears, moving past them as he began to scratch as the delicate skin. He felt his nails digging into his flesh as if they were bare, raking them over until he felt a warm liquid drip to his collar. A voice echoed through his head, a disoriented call of unfamiliar origin blaming him for everything. And he simply agreed to these accusations, taking them with open arms wishing it'd end the hurtful words sooner, yet them kept coming. They dug into his chest like a deep-rooted thorn, ripping into his heart like it was a mere nuisance in their way. Before he could drag himself deeper into his twisted thoughts, a comforting hand made contact with the back of his head. Despite the lack of any visible limb reaching out to him, the familiar twist of fingers through his silvery hair wasn't something possibly enforced by his imagination. Something so positive wasn't something he could materialise in the depths of his cage he trapped himself in.

What started as a gentle touch quickly changed to a soothing massage at his scalp, the amount of pressure clearly calculated. He could feel the tension leave him as he focused to the loving touches, the shaking of his limbs lessening as he closed his eyes. Sunday didn't feel as trapped anymore, recognising the slight pressure of the weighted blanket that pooled over his legs and lower stomach. He registered the feeling of a warm liquid sliding down his face, over his flushed cheeks. He frantically blinked his dulled eyes as he jolted to sit, hand coming to clench the material over his chest as his eyes flickered around the dark room. Golden tears clouded the corners of his vision, getting caught in his lower lashes as he tried to wipe them away. His small wings moved stiffly, coming to hide his face as the clouded feathers got drenched in the salty liquid, staining his usually pristine wings. He could feel as a hand gently came to cup his chin, pulling it to the side as an angelic voice called out to him. your voice. "Angel..? I'm sorry if I woke you but you were crying."

He gently forced his wings to lower despite his heart wanting nothing more than to hide away his pain behind a false façade he grew accustomed to wearing. He met your obviously tired eyes, yet he could tell the worry as if it had etched itself onto your face. His first thought was of how he didn't deserve you, how he didn't deserve such kindness considering his past sins. Yet even if it was selfish of him, he wanted to hold you until his final breath, refusing to lose another person he held so dear in his heart. He felt the burn of your questioning gaze as he lowered his head, nuzzling into your hand that felt his face like he was going to break. "Just a bad dream, nothing you should need to worry about."

He couldn't hide the quiver in his voice, or the way his tears began to flow again, leaving behind golden trails as they flowed down his face towards your hand. You could feel the now cooled tears as they made contact with your fingers, opting you to pull his head to lay against your chest as you shifted his body over your own. His arms snaked around your back like it was natural, grabbing at the loose material of your top like he would have as a child to his own mother. He felt the shift of your hands as they ran across the back of his head, resting near the base of his ear as you pushed his ash hair to the side. Dried blood sat stuck to his smaller feathers like glue, a sickly crimson coating the plumage like a corruption. Your nails attentively scratched at the dried substance, taking into consideration how sensitive his wings were as you untangled flakes of red from the now stained feathers. You could feel his shoulders droop as you slowly worked at cleaning and preening the small appendages, moving a hand to cradle his nape as you pulled him impossibly closer to you. Sunday's breath fanned over you as he laid silently against you, finding comfort in your presence as you attended to him.

Could you really love him after everything he's done? Could you really find it in you to accept his past crimes and still smile at him ever so brightly? He couldn't understand you, but it made his appreciation of you grow. you were too kind to him, to a monster who risked the lives of many for some selfish goal fostered into his mind. He found himself questioning a certain thought that circled in his mind, lifting his head slightly before asking you. "Why did she free me? After all I did why did she still choose to put me first?" The question caught you off guard initially, though after thinking on it for a moment you could assume her thoughts as if they belonged to you. Sunday shifted uncomfortably at the dazed look on your face, worried that you'd say something about how he didn't deserve it. Expected you to push him away and shun him for the rest of his mortal life. Yet what he didn't was a gentle smile, for your hand to move to cup his jaw as your fingers ran over his cheek. For you to place an array of affectionate kisses against his face before choosing to give him an answer he hadn't thought a possible explanation for her actions. "Even if in a different way, you still dedicated your life to protecting her. Maybe she wanted to protect you too, to give you freedom from your ties to the order."

As if one of the Aeons heard his prayer, he was able to see from a new light, away from his narrowed idea of life and it's destined fate. His face returned to your chest, nuzzling against you as you felt a warm liquid seep through the front of your top. Yet this time was different. he was happy. His wings twitched as if he was laughing, body shaking despite the lack of sounds coming from his throat as he pulled you by your waist closer to his warm frame. It finally clicked in his mind, finally able to finish the incomplete story in his mind. Even if Sunday was trapped in his own mind for eternity, even if he could never feel true freedom and never open his wings to fly free. Even if he was bound by the thorns that trapped his very being, he was happy.

Because he knew to you his lack of wings didn't change the love you gave him. He knew his inability to remove the shackles that kept him grounded, keeping him the bird that can't fly, didn't leave you regretting your choices of staying with him. No matter how different he was from the birds in the sky, he was still your angel.

Forever.

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╰┈➤ A moment to love

☪Scenarios while in a relationship: Hsr men ☪Includes: Boothill, Sunday, Jing yuan, Dan heng, Blade ☪No defined pronouns or gender, - I try to keep this as unspecified as possible. Not proofread. ☪Get a happy little post cause I managed to get Boothill (It was almost hard pity and guaranteed but y'know 🙏😼)

ׂ╰┈➤ • ➵ ✩ Date nights with Boothill You sat staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror that sat idly in the far corner of your shared bedroom, skimming your gaze over your rather formal appearance. Your neatly ironed clothes clung to you like a second skin, appearing as if they were nothing less than made for you. it was... nice A rather harsh knock interrupted you, the sound of metal colliding with wood becoming familiar to you over the time spent in your relationship. Your gaze flickered to the side of the mirror that showed a clear display of the door as it creaked open, a familiar cyborg stepping into the room you alone occupied moments prior. Boothills usual outfit was replaced with something more fitting for the occasion, a white button up shirt tucked half-heartedly into his black dress pants- though his hat remained as though it was part of him. You watched as his metallic hand worked on cuffing his sleeves, cotton slipping from the smooth steel of his fingertips as he let out a sigh that was more disappointment than annoyance. You turned at seeing the defeated look on his face, meeting his eyes gray, black rimmed eyes as he finally gave up on his rather unfamiliar choice of clothing. You took a few brisk steps towards him as he remained unmoving, eyes trained to your figure as if you'd disappear if his attention dropped for a mere second. The warm skin of your palms pressed against his robotic forearm, fingers moving carefully to cuff the sleeves as he usually wore them on his cropped jacket. The feeling of your lingering touch finally snapped him out of the seeming trance that he was caught in, causing him to give you crooked grin. "Darlin', Have I ever told ya how fudging breathtakin' you are?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the awkwardness radiating off your lover, watching him struggle to form a coherent sentence, much like he was transported back to your first date. Boothill never grew past his initial affection for you, acting like he fell in love with you for the first time each day as if it was a ritual. His face leaned down towards you, your hands coming to cradle his face as he pressed a loving kiss to your lips. His own hand raised about his head, grabbing his hat off his head before moving to place it comfortably on you. His arm dropped, fingers lacing with yours as your hands dropped to your side, him pulling you forward as he spun to step out your bedroom door. Your own steps fell in time with his, the soft thuds on carpet mixing together like a smooth melody as you moved towards the front entrance, almost knocking your phone off the counter as you swipe it in your rushed movements. You catch yourself before you can fall into Boothills back at the abrupt stop he halts at, struggling with unlocking the front door due to his refusal of releasing your hand from his own. As soon as the door swings open, he's quick to pull it shut after you both pass the frame. Your legs are forced to move at an uncomfortable pace, occasionally stumbling as he practically drags you towards the elevator at the end of the hall. "Sorry bout this lovely, but I have all the time to admire you later. Right now we better haul ash before we miss our forkin' reservation."

ׂ╰┈➤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Late nights with Sunday

You sat embraced in a comforting silence, focusing on the arms wrapped tightly around your waist and the soft breath that caressed the back of your neck like a whisper. You could feel the gentle touch of feathers as they ruffled against your cheek, catching a glimpse of small wings stretching within the corner of your eye. Sunday was careful when he moved his hand to your hip, running his thumb in circles over your side as he buried his face into the back of your head. You both lay undisturbed in your shared room on the Astral Express, the silence that encased the hall past the shut door gave you the needed indication of the other nameless likely already asleep. The buzz of the ventilation above your head was the only noise that echoed through the room, drowning out your drowsiness as you laid restless beneath the thick sheets that covered your bodies. A questioning hum cuts through the quiet atmosphere, overpowering the sound from the vents as the hand on your side stills. As if he could sense something wrong, the body pressed against your back lifts as Sunday moves to a sitting position, back pressed against the wall above your bed. You shift to follow his motion, meeting his golden irises that seemed to pierce through the darkness like alight embers. When you sit beside him, you feel his arm snake around your back and return to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his radiating warmth. "Is something bothering you, angel? Your reply came in a shake of your head, leaning against his chest and listening to the slow melody of his heart beat. A small not tired leaving you as you felt his uncovered fingertips slip up your body, coming to a stop on your head as he runs his hand over your hair Sunday held no complaints as he simply held you, cradling you as if you were something so delicate that could break at a sudden movement. He found himself talking about anything that came to mind, from your time together on Penacony with Robin to the endless possibilities of being a nameless presented to you both. It came to him naturally, feeling you relax and listening to the change in your breathing as you boarded on the edge of consciousness. He found himself humming to you, a melody that resided in the back of his mind, a memory from his childhood that he couldn't place to a face. It was something he had the desire to share with you, something that belonged to him that only those he loved were worthy of. Something only you were worthy of. When he was sure you had lost since fallen asleep, he pulled you further onto his lap to ensure you were comfortable, pressing a soft peck to your temple as he pulled the blanket around you. He was sure he would wake up in the morning with a sore back from his sitting position against the hard wall, but for you he'd do it every night. "Sleep well, my dear."

ׂ╰┈➤ -`♡´- Waking up with Jing yuan

The soft padding on a morning shower tapped against the glass pane above your shared bed, a sliver of sunlight peaking through the closed blinds. Jing yuan laid with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, hand resting on the small of your back. His other arm served as a pillow for you, hair tickling at his upper arm below the weight of your head. He crossed waking you up off his list of options, not minding the peace of sleeping in with you despite the work he had piled up on his desk, waving off his duties as the general to the displeasure of some. He found himself bordering on returning to his slumber as he waited for you to wake, wanting to spend the most part of his morning holding you close. His eyes closed as he pulled you impossibly closer, holding you as if you'd leave if his grasp faltered. Against his better judgement, Jing yuan had fallen back asleep mere minutes before you began to stir. You sat listening to the rain fall from beyond the walls of your home, watching the raindrops through the curtain as they slipped down the cool glass in streams as if racing. Your body felt overly warm, only being further heated from the large body pressed into you, snuggling into you like you were a stuffed toy. Your hand came to his face, swiping the snowy bangs that covered his eye before resting your palm on his cheek, watching as his face twitched at the fresh contact. You sat admiring how he seemed to glow under the morning sun, fingertips gently caressing the side of his face as he slept soundlessly. You began moving your hands through his hair, massaging at his scalp with your nails as you passed through his dense strands, unruly without the hold of his usual red ribbon. You could feel him move slightly, hearing a shift in his breathing as he let out a displeased groan. You watched as Jing yuan cracked a single golden eye open, peaking at you as you continued to gently comb through his hair with your hands. It took a few moments before he looked at you properly, blinking to clear his blurred vision. "Dove, just wait a little longer yeah..."

Your eyes rolled almost on instinct, being accustomed to his lazed habits when it came to him dozing off. Strong arms pulled you back as you moved to sit up, dragging you to lay down beside him again, ignoring your pleas to let you get up for a drink. He ignored the way your glare felt like it was burning holes into the top of his head, opting to pull you closer to him as an alternative. You let out an annoyed sigh, though it didn't hold much power behind it as you let him nuzzle into you. Just as you were about to give in completely, likely falling back asleep until sometime mid day, your saviour came in the soft thuds of smaller footsteps from beyond your bedroom door. You turned your head to look at the entrance as it opened, a somewhat small blond boy standing fully dressed- Yanqing. You watched as he walked to Jing yuans side of the bed, aggressively shaking the larger mans shoulders while rushing through his words, barely being processed by you with how adamant the boy was. "General, get up! You promised to take me back to the markets today. You said I could get that sword I saw last week!" A chuckle erupted from your throat at how much energy the young boy had so early, though when it came to swords he was always hyped. Much to his own displeasure, Jing yuan slowly began to pull himself from under the covers. Finally being free from his arms, you pushed yourself to sit on the edge of your bed as you watched Yanqing run out of the bedroom, taking a sharp left towards the kitchen. Jing yuan slowly stood from the bed, opting to sluggishly walk around to where you sat to give you his daily morning kiss, turning with his hand tangled in his hair as he began walking towards where the young boy just exited from. "I'll go start on breakfast, Can't keep that one out of trouble for long. I'll call you when it's ready my love."

ׂ╰┈➤ ୨♡୧ Relaxing with Dan heng

The archives were mostly quiet, excluding the hum of the vents and the quiet sound of pages being turned. You sat on the floor, legs crossed as you leaned against your lovers shoulder to support yourself, book resting in your hands against your knee. Dan heng found himself in a somewhat similar position to your own, head instead leaning against the top of yours as he read through a mix of files you hadn't bothered to overly examine. The silence built between you two was that of a comforting one, simply basking in each others presence as you indulged in your own thing. Despite your insistence of wanting to read the book in your grasp, the words seemed to blur together the longer you tried to understand the story, simply losing interest when it didn't come together as you had wished. An annoyed huff left you as you slammed the book shut, still being mindful of the concentrated man next to you. The book became an added weight against your leg as you closed your eyes against his shoulder. You sat in the same position for a bit longer before shifting, struggling to find a comfortable position to sit in while Dan heng did his work as the Expresses archivist.

You felt a cold hand make contact with the skin of your thigh, causing you to jolt as you looked at the culprit. His eyes remained trained on the documents in his hand, but you could tell his attention had flicked to you. "Love, is something the matter?" His voice was smooth, seemingly unbothered, though you could tell the slight hint in worry that adjusted within his tone. Instead of giving a verbal reply, you rested your hand atop of his as you traced his veins with your fingertip. As if he could read your mind, after finishing the next sentence he put the paper into the neat pile that sat on his other side, pulling you up as he rose to his feet. You followed him as he made his way out of the room, through the halls until you reached the Parlor car. The room was oddly quiet, only having pompom who sat in the car corner tending to one of the plants. Dan heng was quick to pull you onto his lap as he dropped onto one of the couches, wrapping his arms around you as his head made it's way onto your shoulder. Your hand moved to the back of his neck in return, holding him against you as you ran your fingers against the thick material of his collar. He shifted slightly under you, wiggling his phone from his pocket before placing it where you both could see it, clicking through things to find something that piqued your interest. You sat as the silence eventually returned, scrolling through mostly random news articles looking for anything interesting near where the Express currently resided. An hour seemed to pass within minutes, holding each other comfortably before you heard the door to the Parlor Car open, causing you to push yourself off him and to instead fill the space beside him.

You watched as Dan heng seemed to glare at March and Stelle/ Caelus as they entered, chatting loudly before stopping at the realisation they weren't alone. March was quick to try dragging you away from your lover, saying something about wanting to show you her new photos from the planet they were exploring.

You were going to reject before you felt the push of a large hand on your back, Dan heng giving you a nod when you turned to look at him. "We have all tonight together, give her an hour and she'll get bored."

ׂ╰┈➤ ♱✮♱ Late night drives with Blade

The buzz of traffic seemed to melt together with the night, being drowned out by the wind as you drove through the streets of Penacony. Your eyes trained to the bandaged hands that wrapped around the steering wheel, watching as they simply rest against it with no move to control the vehicle, letting the self-driving work as it pleased. Blade gave him a look between annoyance and questioning, waiting for you to meet his eyes before cocking his brow at you. A deep hum left him as he waited for you to ask something you obviously had on your mind "Are you like sure you can drive? I'd be shocked if you actually had a licence." To say he looked offended was putting it simply, with the way the corner of his mouth twitched downwards. His gaze switched back to the road in front of you both, reaching into his pocked to pull out a sleek black wallet. After getting a better grip on the leather wallet, he tosses it towards you, landing on your lap as you lifted it in confusion. Taking his nod towards it as the sign to go ahead, pulling it open to see a mix of cards. The one that catches your eye is in the clear pocket at the front, a small photo of Blade sitting to the side looking ever so displeased at his sole existence. No. fucking. way.

A shocked sound coming from your throat sounding something between a cough and gasp, looking between the picture and the actual man next to you. You don't know who decided giving the most suicidal maniac a driving licence, but you guess that just confirms anything is possible. "You're actually insane, be glad you're hot or I would not be in a car with you. ever." From the corner of your eye you could see him smirk, obviously gaining some sort of satisfaction from your double sided compliment. You feel his oddly cold hand run up your thigh, bandages rubbing harshly against your smooth skin under the pressure he applied. Blades hand stayed there the rest of the trip, gently moving to caress your skin every so often. You fell into idle chatter, inquiring about how Firefly has been the past few days since you had seen her, knowing he had helped her get around the city of sins. Despite the barrier between you both, you had grown a liking towards the younger girl, being that of a sister figure. The conversation continued to flow until you watched as you finally pulled into the building of your destination. At the feeling of the vehicle stopping, you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to face blade to discuss the next part of the script, letting out a surprised squeak at his face being mere inches away from yours. His hand moved from your thigh to your waist, pulling you closed as his face dropped to the side of your neck. You could feel the tickle of his Ombre hair against your bare skin, only processing it for a second before the sting of teeth pressing into the side of your neck. A yelp slipped past your lips as he unlatched himself, pressing his lips softly against the blooming mark before moving to place a hard kiss to your lips. He pulled away as quickly as it started, undoing his own seatbelt before opening his door and stepping out. "Come, we must not keep Kafka waiting"