#rc HSR

[cursedbycain]

once more to see you - Cain x Lane

tagging: @rc-catalog

synopsis: come inside and be with me, alone with me

tw: they kiss and thats pretty much it lol, rated T

wc: 1k

Reaching the gnarled tree that she assumed had been the stranger writing on her door, Lane lets out a breath that shakes on the way out. A dejected sigh that melts into the sound of falling rain. The night is cold, the air heavy, and the stone lip of the fountain bites through the thin fabric of her nightgown as she sits. But she hardly notices.

Rain pours from the sky in heavy sheets, soaking her completely. Her hair clings to her face, her gown dripping and plastered to her skin. Lately, everything had been getting in her way.

“Lane? What are you doing out here?”

Cain’s voice cuts through the downpour like a blade. Quiet, but edged with concern. When she looks up, she expects indifference, but finds only weariness instead, etched into the corners of his eyes like an old ache. He looks exhausted. The rain runs down his face, soaking his clothes and wings, but he doesn’t flinch from it.

He scans the shadows instinctively, like he thinks she must’ve come out here chasing danger. Then he steps closer, cautious but purposeful.

“You’ll catch a cold.” His voice is soft, but it lands with more weight than it should. One of his wings lifts, feathers fanning wide to shield her from the worst of the rain. Water drums against the makeshift canopy, muffled and rhythmic.

She blinks rain from her lashes, brushes sodden strands of hair back from her face. Her hands are trembling from more than the cold. But Cain, as always, doesn’t interrogate her. He just watches her. And then, like some silent conclusion has been reached, he steps even closer and gently takes her hand.

“Are you alright?”

It’s such a simple question, but coming from him, it feels like a confession. There’s no trace of the usual cool distance in his face. Just open concern, raw and strange in its clarity. Blue eyes take her in as she stands, their bodies so close together they almost touch.

“I’m fine.” She says, though her voice sounds hoarse even to her own ears. Her lips part, dry despite the storm, and she doesn’t know what she’s lying about. Maybe everything.

His hand rises to her cheek, brushing away a drop of water. She closes her eyes at his touch. Cain’s hands are always cold, but not in a cruel way. It’s the kind of cold that soothes, that calms. Like quiet in the middle of chaos.

His kiss comes without fanfare, but not without feeling. It's sudden but not shocking, like thunder that follows long after the flash. She hadn’t anticipated it, but still she feels like she had been waiting for it. Like some part of her had always been waiting.

His lips press to hers with gentle insistence, coaxing rather than claiming. She leans into him, mouth parting just enough to invite more. Her fingers reach up instinctively, weaving into his soaked blonde hair, anchoring herself in the closeness. His hands slide down from her jaw to her waist, lingering, then tightening. He pulls her against him like he’s afraid she might drift away.

The kiss deepens. Slow, then hungrier, then almost desperate. He leans forward and she arches into him without thinking, their wet clothes clinging, their breath catching. His wings stretch wider to shelter them, muting the outside world in a rush of white feathers and warm shadow.

The rain becomes background. The world narrows to just this: the taste of him, the weight of his body against hers, the tension blooming between them like something sacred.

Cain kisses her like it costs him something.

There’s yearning in it, thick and aching. Not just want, but absence. Like he’s kissing her for all the times he hasn’t. Like he's afraid he'll never get to again. She feels it in the trembling of his hands, the urgency in the way his mouth slants over hers, the sigh that escapes him when she pulls him closer.

She’s soaked, shivering, but the cold doesn’t matter. All that matters is how real he feels. How alive. She can feel his breath on her cheek, his heartbeat pounding beneath her hands. When her thighs hit the fountain, he stops her, holding her there like she’s the only thing keeping him steady.

His tongue brushes her bottom lip, and she doesn’t hesitate. She opens to him willingly, helpless against the pull. The kiss turns reckless and consuming all at once.

When they break apart, it’s reluctantly, with labored breaths and eyes that don’t stray far. She’s surprised to find the familiar shade of blue grey staring back at her. They had been red last time they kissed.

She wants to ask why. But instead, she doesn’t ask anything. His forehead rests against hers, wet hair plastered to both their faces. Their breaths mingle, shaky and uneven.

Around them, the rain patters gently against his wings, the softest lullaby. A reminder that the night hasn’t stopped. That something waits on the other side of this fragile bubble.

But inside it, she only feels him. The echo of his kiss still burns on her mouth, thrums in her ribs.

Her arms remain looped around his neck. She doesn’t want to let go.

“…Let’s go inside,” she whispers, barely more than a breath.

Cain nods, slow, silent. His eyes search hers as though he’s trying to memorize her face, the way she looks in this moment. Undone. Wanting. Real.

His hands fall away first. And though she aches with the absence, she lets go too.

He walks beside her without speaking. Their footsteps are soft on the stone, their wet clothes clinging to their bodies. At her door, he hesitates. Rain drips from the ends of his wings.

Then he looks at her.

And whatever he sees in her expression is enough.

He steps inside.

The door closes quietly behind them.

[mrnoontide]

[kazu-naito]

[uselessgay10101]

I'm happy to know Lane is as obsessed with Anna as I am

Even if Aleksandra doesn't let her show her adortion

[sirin-solitude]

If Romance Club MCs wrote an “Author's Notes” on AO3

[liliansknox]

lane's backpack being so heavy because she's been putting all the clothes and shoes she finds in there is such a funny bit in this update. my girl just goes around (during the literal apocalypse) carrying one of the heaviest, hardest to close bags on the squad and is just minimal survival suplies, a mysterious book and ten pounds of cute clothes, shoes and accesories.

[meteorkablin]

"the princess is in the tower, but where is the terrible dragon?"

[mostlymobilegames]

Walking out the store without buying anything:

[kahnwalld]

[squishywizardd]

sotcn banter: 🥳🫶🥰

hsr banter: 🫵🖕🤬

literally bffs vs siblings 🤣

[cursedbycain]

No it’s just kinda funny that the thing Lane wants to hide from Dmitry so bad that she’ll do…that is the thing she tells Yan after him barely even asking about it

[mrnoontide]

[thornart]

Lane and Cain from Heaven's secret: requiem. Romance club game.

I take commissions and ready to draw art of your favorite character (rc, tv series, games, manga, anime series, etc). I also could draw your own OC.

If anyone are interested please send me a DM.

[uselessgay10101]

I love the fact that in GV' path in HSR Lane who is composed and firm in her reactions panics internally on a daily.

ESPECIALLY with Anna.

It's such a detail that would otherwise be unimportant if it were not so real 😭🤣😭🤣

Probably the only real thing Alek portrayed right...

[suckitphaneuf]

I love their roblox faces

[liliansknox]

lane when yan is giving her the backstory on him and dmitry: