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arkhammaid · 11 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ NAPPING WITH THEM.

fandom. honkai star rail

pairings. blade, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, welt x gn!reader

content warnings. sfw, sleeping/napping with them, sharing one bed, written in lowercase, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.8k

notes. i literally word-vomited this after my first final exam, please don't expect too much ;-;

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ blade.

blade isn’t a napper, too busy with his work and often too energized to even sleep properly at night. but when he does, it’s only because you ask him to join you. and even then, when you fall asleep in minutes, he lays wide awake while you sleep peacefully in his arms. he doesn’t even bother with trying to sleep, simply closing his eyes, and enjoying the peace he has when he’s with you.

it has only happened a few times, where he fell asleep, and you had to wake him. he doesn’t like the feeling, not quite asleep but also not quite awake. it dulls his senses, something he hates, yet he doesn’t complain. blade could never complain or refuse to join you during your naps, not when you snuggle up to him with a small smile, happy to be close to him.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ dan heng.

dan heng is a chronic napper. With his irregular sleep schedule, he has to catch up on sleep, or else he can’t properly function. so, it’s no surprise that he can fall asleep the moment his head hits the pillow, curling together while the astral express continues to drift across the stars. sometimes he drags you with him, seeing those dreary, dark circles under your eyes and decides that both of you need some rest.

even when he’s with you, he curls together, this time around you, as if he’s a dragon hoarding his treasure. it keeps you warm and assures him you’re safe, bodies hidden behind that flimsy blanket of his. not that it’s needed, when his room is properly heated and he himself always runs warmer than most... and then you sleep, duration varying, depending on the amount of sleep you try to catch up on or if one of you is needed. but it already happened that the two of you slept a whole afternoon away and when you woke up, you just stayed in bed, simply because bedtime was in a few hours anyways.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ gepard.

despite being busy with being a captain of the silvermane guards, gepard often takes naps. not those long afternoon naps, where he sleeps for hours, oh no— the longest time he ever napped were 45 minutes on the dot, always waking up the moment his alarm rings. you on the other hand enjoy longer naps and always grumble when he leaves the warm bed.

but it’s enough for you, when you fall asleep with him, sharing warmth beneath the thick blanket. his soft snores are a lullaby to you and help to calm your mind, drifting off to a well-deserved sleep. and when he tangles your hold from him to go back to work, he always kisses your cheek to soothe your complains. he would return into your waiting arms, he always does.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ jing yuan.

taking an afternoon nap with the general is rare. but when it happens, you don’t nap alone. the purrs of his giant white pet lion and chirps of his little songbirds lull you into sleep. snuggled close to jing yuan, your head is on his chest, while his arms are wrapped around you. napping with him is a cherished comfort, the tender closeness making you blush, but you don’t deny your enjoyment of it. you know he enjoys it too, always falling asleep with a soft smile on his lips.

and when you wake up, hair tousled and eyes bleary, you can’t believe that this man is yours. yours to love, to hold and cherish. he looks pretty like this, guards down and body pliant, undeniably pretty. moments like this are rare, even rarer than these naps together, so you hold them close to your heart, making them a treasured memory.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ welt.

welt frequently naps. often for one or two hours, to catch up on the sleep he lacks. you never join him to fall asleep with him, since he never tells you that he wishes to nap. but you know he likes to wake up with you in his bed, snuggled close together and quietly snoring your exhaustion away. sometimes you miss his naps, often busy with your own work, but often you join him, slip beneath the covers and warm your cold limbs up.

and when he wakes, he never leaves the bed immediately. instead, he watches your relaxed face, listens to the soft breathes leaving you, letting himself drift and simply enjoy the moment. sometimes he falls asleep again, sometimes he does not. it doesn’t matter to him, not when he can enjoy waking up next to you.

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nomazee · 20 days

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“This is unnecessary.”

At Blade’s snide comment, you pull sharply at the strands of his hair in your hands. He grunts in displeasure before obediently quieting down, only a little scared of you scalping him if he annoys you any further.

Perched behind him on the couch while he sits on the floor, your hands find themselves coming through his hair (long, smooth, untangled despite the fact that you’ve never seen him take a brush to it). Your efforts to part his hair with just your fingers are fruitless. His hair is thick on the top, so much so that you’re surprised his neck doesn’t constantly ache with the weight of it. Your hands pause, resting on the top of his head while you try and figure out how you’ll style it.

“Be nice,” you warn, two hands on the sides of his head tilting it from side to side, treating him as a foam mannequin on which you can project your very thorough cosmetology skills. “Your fate is quite literally in my hands. I could knock you out and shave you bald very easily.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he says earnestly, and you can’t help the way your lips twinge into a smile. “This is clearly a hassle. My hair looks fine the way it is.”

“It does,” you admit, “but wouldn’t it be nice to try something new? And at no cost to you, aside from mild scalp pain. I’m good at hair. I did Kafka’s that one time.” You fail to mention that it was only one time for good reason. Kafka said that you handle hair the same way a lobster would handle a violin—that is, with clumsy hands and a clear lack of refinement. She had to hide every pair of scissors from you in fear that you'd give Silver Wolf microbangs.

As if on cue, your fingers get caught in an unexpected snag in Blade’s hair, and you pull and tug and yank as if expecting it to untangle on its own. Blade hisses and reaches a hand back to smack you on the wrist, turning around to glare at you.

“Watch it,” he orders, gentle but firm. There’s not enough heat in his words to scare you, and his eyes are a particularly beautiful shade of copper in the dim, flickering light of this dingy lounge room. Whatever you say, beautiful, you think to yourself hysterically.

After a few half-willed apologies from you and some nudges of encouragement, Blade finally relaxes enough to turn back around and tilt his head back in your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair nonsensically. A braid, you decide, would look quite nice on him. One long one down the back. If you had ribbon, you’d use some to tie his hair, but all you have is one of Kafka’s tragically thin hair ties.

“It’s a nice color,” you comment absentmindedly, pretending that you can’t see the way Blade’s eyes have shut in contentment at your gentle prodding. “It changes in the light a little bit. It looks very blue now, but I’ve always thought it was black.” You section his hair off into three pieces, loosely laying one over the other over and over again. The aged gold ornament still hangs securely in his hair, and you don’t do anything to move it. It suits him.

“It’s natural, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he tells you, the slightest twinge of a joke in his voice. It plays at your smile and at your heart, too.

“You say that now, but you’ll be scrambling to come up with a lie when I find box dye in your bag.”

He only hums in response, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of your hands on him—they’re gentle, and you can imagine he’s not quite used to this. It’s an addictive feeling, to have him at your mercy, even with just your hands in his hair. There’s trust, unspoken, lingering warmly in the air and settling like condensation on your skin. You could very easily do a number of things that would hurt Blade—kill him, almost. You’ve only ever thought of it a few times, and those were all a very long time ago.

You don’t think of it that often anymore. All you’re paying attention to is Blade and the splitting ends of his hair and how nice he’d look with a red ribbon tied in.

“We should go shopping,” you tell him, voice close to a whisper now. You’ve secured the end of his braid already, and your handiwork is admirable. The strands are neatly crossed over each other, uniform in size with each other as they taper down into the end. “Some clips for you would be nice.” Absentmindedly, you comb through the layers of hair near his face, digging your fingers gently into the sides of his face and scratching at his scalp.

“And where exactly would we go shopping? We’re not exactly upstanding members of society in some people’s eyes.”

“Then I’ll make clips for you,” you say, a naive kind of dedication in your tone. “I used to work with metal, a little bit. I could make jewelry. Ornaments for your hair. I’ll put a ribbon in next time.”

“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” Blade asks doubtfully, in steep contrast with the way he lets your hands roam along his scalp, and the way his head leans back into you as if he’s comfortable.

“You’re a loyal customer,” you quip, “you’d never let somebody else do your hair when you have me as a dedicated stylist.”

“I’m your only customer.”

“I know,” and in a moment of weakness—because at the end of the day that’s what you are, weak, malleable and moveable when you’re with Blade like this—you lean down just a little bit, pressing a stupid clumsy kiss on the crown of his head. Your fingers trail down to trace the bumps of the braid, the divots and grooves in it, made by your hands, and yours alone. “That just means I can put all my effort towards you alone.”

“You shouldn’t.” And he means it when he says that, and it hurts you, puts a sickly pang in your chest that you want to reach for and tear out before it grows into something worse.

“But I will,” you tell him. Blade is stubborn, but not stubborn enough to keep it up. Not now, not here, not when the overhead lights are flickering and making his hair look just a little bluer, illuminating the warmer ends of his hair, glinting off the metal ornament still clipped into it. He rests between your hands, still sitting on the cold floor, pretending that he isn’t falling asleep with you like the fool he secretly is.

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jays-bookmarks · 9 months

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Relief (Blade x gn!reader)

@genshin-obsessed so I heard u like Blade 👀

Summary: After being cursed with immortality by the Abundance, you joined the Stellaron Hunters as a doctor. Today, your most stubborn patient finally comes to you for help. Words: 835 Warnings: reader is implied to be shorter than Blade & can be held in his lap (but our Bladie is a strong boy so he can hold anybody uwu)

You muttered to yourself as you walked around your office, organizing your medicines and checking equipment. As the only doctor in service of the Stellaron Hunters, it was important for you to keep everything in tip-top shape in case of emergencies. Although Elio usually told you in advance if a mission would be particularly bloody, there was always the possibility he would withhold one of his predictions. You couldn’t get complacent.

Despite your regular interactions with the other Stellaron Hunters, you felt you couldn't truly connect with any of your “teammates”: Kafka was always inscrutable, Silver Wolf seemed to treat reality like a game, and Blade… Blade was the only one who you thought could understand you. You had both been cursed by the Abundance in your own ways, after all. But after he ignored your attempts at friendship for so long, you had resigned yourself to an eternity of loneliness in your empty office.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You paused for a moment. Neither Kafka nor Silver Wolf were due for an appointment, leaving only one other person…

You opened the door to see Blade standing with his arms crossed. His expression betrayed nothing of what he felt, but you could see a tension in his shoulders. He didn’t speak as you blinked up at him in surprise.

“Blade. Come in,” you said, stepping aside to let him enter.

Blade went to sit down in his usual spot, and you quickly busied yourself gathering the necessary materials to make the painkiller you devised specifically for his condition. You couldn’t mix the medicine in advance, as its effectiveness faded quickly with time, so you always kept the raw ingredients on hand.

You glanced over your shoulder at Blade. Your gaze flicked over his body as you observed him. To the untrained eye, Blade seemed fine as ever, if a little irritated, but you knew how to read him after having treated him for so long. You could tell he was holding back more pain than usual. The fact that he was here of his own volition told you all that you needed to know.

You took a breath, then walked over to him. The medicine you made would work in time, but you could provide him with a more immediate source of relief. Gently, you reached out and pressed a hand to his chest.

He stiffened at the contact but didn't push you away. You closed your eyes and poured your energy into him, letting it wash over him and dull his pain. You focused until you felt Blade’s breathing grow more even and his muscles relax.

You felt lightheaded as you pulled back. The process had taken much longer than you anticipated and had cost much more of your energy as well.

You tried to step away toward the counter, not wanting to linger too long in Blade’s personal space, but a wave of dizziness hit you and you stumbled. Before you could hit the floor, Blade caught you in his arms.

“What did you do?” he asked, panic bleeding into his voice.

You knew you would recover in time—the Abundance’s curse would not let you go so easily—but the pain was still nearly unbearable. Your breathing was shallow and your vision blurry. Blade adjusted his grip on you and pulled you into his lap. His arms shook slightly as he held you.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to help…” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. “It… it'll pass… I'll be okay…”

Though you said this, you were still on the verge of tears. You were not like Blade—you hadn’t spent an eternity in combat and had yet to become numb to the pain of pushing your body to the limit. What he bore with a straight face was agony for you. You tried to hold back a whimper.

Blade tightened his grip around you.

“Why?” he asked.

“I… just wanted to give you some relief…” you said. You pinched your eyes shut to try to block out the pain. “Did… did it work, at least?”

Blade was silent for a while. Then, he pulled you closer, letting your head rest against his chest as his breath fanned over your face.

“…Yes,” he said. “Don’t do it again.”

“…Sorry…” You breathed out, letting your eyes fall shut. After what you had done, you were completely exhausted, and Blade's embrace was so warm… You fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart, for once free of worries as Blade held you close.

The next day, Kafka would enter your office only to see Blade glaring at her to stay silent. You were still slumbering in his arms. He had stayed in that same position all night, not caring about the fatigue in his muscles nor the ache that came with it. Kafka smiled knowingly, holding back her teasing words—if only for now—as she closed the door, leaving Blade alone with you.

#literally crying holding myself back from pulling for blade bc I need to save my crystals for imbibitor lunae #so this is my gift to him instead #for those of you who have read the arcana the reader's condition in this fic was inspired by julian's curse #where he can heal any injury by taking it on for himself #but i kinda changed it to just general healing powers since blade wasn't actually injured in this scene lmao #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x gn reader #star rail x reader #star rail imagines #star rail x gn reader #star rail fanfic #honkai star rail fanfic #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade x gn reader #hsr x reader #hsr fanfic #hsr imagines #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #star rail x gender neutral reader #star rail x you #star rail x y/n #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x y/n #honkai star rail

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nervocat · 4 months

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hello!! platonic blade taking care of injured!teen reader? (reader is a stellaron hunter)

“A cat brings you the book that you had requested from the library. Sorry for the long wait, the owner was busy . . . ”

★ — NOTES: trying a new format for my writing lol. Also trying to get back in the flow of writing requests so I can open them again :DD I'm also pretty proud of this. The ending might be not as good, but I still like the finished product ✦ — WORD COUNT: 717 ★ — FANDOM: honkai: star rail ✦ — CW: blood and ig slight gore, it's a large gash on readers leg (not described tho) and some mentioned violence and Blade might be ooc?? Slightly??? Idk

“ Blade Taking Care of Injured Teen Reader ”

You step through the door with Kafka at your side, helping you walk due to the gash on your right thigh. You two had just come back from a grueling mission Elio had sent you two on and while Kafka came out unscathed, you had managed to fumble and get severely wounded.

Kafka sighs as she sits you on the couch, still putting pressure on the wound so the bleeding would hopefully cease. She chuckled a bit and you look to her with slight confusion on your face. “Ah, Bladie won't be very happy about this..” She says as she leaves the pressure holding to you to stand up. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Um.. with all due respect, Lady Kafka, but I think he could give two shits less about the teen Stellaron Hunter,” you reply. Kafka looks back at you and laughs again, patting you on the head with her clean hand as she starts to walk away to get the needed supplies to help your wound.

“He cares more about you than you'd think, [name]. You are our youngest member, after all,” she smiles before disappearing.

You groan at the agonizing pain of the gash, not caring about the blood dripping onto the couch, and not noticing Blade walk in. He stops walking and hums, getting your attention. “Oh, Blade, what are you-” you don't get to finish as Blade walks over, shooing your hand away and kneels down, letting him put the pressure on your thigh.

“What the hell happened, [name],” he asks, though rather roughly in contrast to the gentleness he has towards your wound. It confuses you, but you answer nonetheless.

“Me and Kafka were out on a mission and the opponent managed to snag their weapon on my leg.. obviously..” you explain. “But they were dealt with, so no need to worry,” you add, seeing the hardened glare in Blade's face as you had explained the events.

“Mmm.. well that's good,” he grumbles, shifting his hands a bit to be able to see the wound and how bad it is. He was now sitting on his knees as he analyzed the gash. It was then when Kafka came back with the necessary items and she just smiles as she stopped beside the couch. You two look at her and Blade hums again, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes as to silently ask ‘what are you doing here’.

“Well, I see that Bladie is taking care of you now, so I'll leave this here,” Kafka says as she puts the utilities on the table and then walks away. She looks back at you and stops in the doorway as Blade moves to get the things on the table and gives you a ‘told you so’ look with a wink.

After she leaves, Blade and you sit there in silence with the occasional hiss of pain from you. Everytime you hissed though, Blade stops cleaning the wound (the best he could at least with his limited knowledge) and lets you recollect yourself. He cleans your other minor wounds as well.

After he lets you wrap your own leg — so that you can make it comfortable for yourself — he does check to make sure it's on tight enough. You then try to stand but pain shoots through your leg, and you stumble and wince as you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. You look up and see the stoic face of Blade as he sits you back down.

“Stay here,” was all he said before sitting down next to you. Your leg was still in agonizing pain so you obliged, kneeling over yourself to try and ease the pain with furrowed brows, pursed lips and eyes closed.

You suddenly feel Blade put a hand on your shoulder, placing your head gently where his shoulder and neck meet. Too exhausted to complain or say that he doesn't need to do this, you settle down and fall into a much needed slumber.

Your face eases up and Blade keeps his hand on your shoulder and making sure you don't hurt your leg while sleeping, looking at you with a softened expression (as soft as it could get at least).

You thought that Blade didn't really care for anyone — let alone you — but even the toughest of people have their favorite person. ☆

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lxvebun · 8 months

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Heart-shaped kisses. HSR edition ♡

buns notes I am not caught up with the game at all, literally just passed Gepards fight but thats not going to stop me. I hope you enjoy!

content Blade/Dan heng/Gepard/ Jing Yuan x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing of course. Food consumption Gepards and jing yuan is a little long but I will not apologize. I know nothing of chess forgive me i tried to describe everything as vague as possible shsjs. Use of nickname love. Eng is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. Not completely proofread

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All heart shaped kisses fics♡

⁎⁺˳✧༚Blade໒꒱.*

Every sweet touch of your lips to his feels like stars are awakening within his veins, Igniting a burning, irresistible hunger, a desire, to hold you closer and selfishly steal another sweet kiss, and then another, and then just one more<3, With no doubt in his heart, you are the closest thing to paradise he will ever experience in his lifetime, and he's going to indulge in it for as long as you're willing to stay.

Maybe you're the reason he's still here, to soften the sharp edges of his blade.

⁎⁺˳✧༚Dan Heng໒꒱.*

Kisses with Dan Heng always happen in private, under warm candlelight, and with only the stars as a witness. He completely melts into you, the weight on his shoulders disappearing just for a moment as his senses are completely enveloped by you, and the sweetness of your kisses and the warmth radiating from your skin from where his hands are resting on your cheeks, rubbing heart shapes into your skin and tilting your head just right to meet his lips. With your hearts beating in sync, he knows he has found his forever home<3

Gepard and jing yuan under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚Gepard໒꒱.*

It's not until a few months into your relationship that you have your first proper kiss with him, not counting the ones you sneakily press to his cheek when he's distracted before scattering off or the soft forehead kisses he gives you in the early morning when you're still warmly tucked into bed and he (with pain in his heart) has to leave early >:(

''I want our first kiss to be special,'' he says quietly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as a nervous habit, trying his best to soothe the blush trailing its way to his cheeks. "If you don't mind" (He is so ficking cute I canfbehwhs) Of course you wouldn't mind it!

Every day his love and adoration for you blooms stronger, like vines in your name are wrapped around his heart and soul, evergrowing and ever consuming leaving no empty space. And this is exactly what he told you (after a little push from Serval) , under soft candlelight over the surprise dinner he prepared for you. Unlike a proper seating arrangement, you both sat next to each other on the same side of the table, enjoying the closeness of it all.

He's acting a little odd, a little nervous, it's hard to read but you can tell. It's not until after dessert that you figure out why his hands are shaking slightly and his eyes keep drifting off to your lips

''Permission to lean in? '' he whispers, lips hovering over yours and you're not quite sure if it's your heart that you hear beating so loudly or his.

''Permission granted. '' you reply back with a smile

His kisses are surprisingly strong, and any nervousness from the moments before completely vanishes as he eagerly leans in with enough power behind it to slightly make you lean back, one hand coming up to caress the back of your neck and the other one still holding yours. Strong as his kisses are they are nonteless loving and breathtaking, he's leaning into you like you're his personal source of oxygen. It's all a very cute contrast to when you both pull away and he's looking off to the side saying "I hope that was good" You answer him with another kiss<3

⁎⁺˳✧༚Jing Yuan໒꒱.*

You're not sure why you keep agreeing to this. Your mind is running through every possible outcome and he still manages to beat you. The pri-

"Oh, come on, love" You ignore the fluttering of your heart at the nickname. It seems like the little mental battle that was going on was evident on your face. Sitting before you across the chessboard, failing to hide his smirk behind his hands sits Jing Yuan, your biggest enemy, the bane of your existence, the secret crush and love of your life. " I promise I'm not stealing any pieces this time, you almost have me"

The little sparrow on your shoulders is trying its best to comfort you, rubbing his little head against your cheek and chirping so sweetly, that it's enough to make you willing to keep playing and move another one of your pieces.

Jing Yuan sends you a soft smile before his eyes trail down to study the board. You don't play with a time limit, so he's taking his time to calculate his next move. He didn't lie, you are very close to winning. And finally, you see that too, but you also see how there is an opening for jing yuan to get the upper hand again. You are trying your hardest not to roll your eyes at it, If only you could distract him, intervene with the on going calculation in his mind

Just as he picks up the exact piece you were fearing you quickly blurt out. " I want you to kiss me"

His movements slow and you can hear his breath hitch, his brain trying to catch up with your words and it's enough to make him misplace his piece. He look at you again, as you quickly move your pieces, winning the game. The sparrow on your shoulder fluttering around you in joy and the beautiful melody of your laugh echoing around him.

I win" you say proudly, too occupied with reveling in your victory, you don't hear him get up and move over next to you. close enough to feel his warmth, far enough to get up if you want. It's not until the sparrow that once sat on your shoulder flies past you to sit on his knee that you snap out of your victory haze

"jing yuan?"

"it's quite rude to say things you don't mean, love"

maybe it is the buzz of winning lingering and boosting your confidence because you have no clue where your next words come from

"who says I didn't mean it?"

with a small chuckle escaping his lips and a gentle smile on his face, he sends you one last nod, silently asking for permission, just to be sure, and quickly after receiving a nod back as confirmation, cupping your chin in his hands, thumb trailing along your jawline, pressing a feathery kiss to it and then locking your lips with his.

you let him take the lead, the one time you're fine with losing. The kiss is gentle and intoxicating, enough to make your head fog up with hearts and flowers and spread a delicious warmth all over your body. it takes a while for both of you to open your eyes after pulling away. it's Jing Yuan who breaks the silence. In a slightly flustered state he asks

"are you up for another round?"

"another kiss or another game?"

"whichever you prefer the most"

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brenbofen · 10 months

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Poly Jingren HCs ♥︎

Jing Yuan x Blade x Reader

Broadcaster Message - my bbay girls, i love them so much. Shoutout to one of my irl friends that is followign this account now, pretending your not here.

Notes 🗒️ - NSFW Headcanons, Sub Jing Yuan, Reader is written to have a dick in some Headcanons but can be interpreted as a strap, Mention of Breeding and Pregnancy, Feminization?, Masochism/Violence, Sub Blade, Blood, Possessiveness on Blades side, Collars, Mirror sex, Semi-Public sex, Degradation, Let me Know if I missed anything, theres a lot..

✦ Jing Yuan is the most submissive man I’ve seen in my life, make that man WHIMPER.

✦ Have him pressed between you and Blade while you two tease him relentlessly. Imagine Jing Yuan in a mating press, Blade shoving his dick down Jy’s throat as you fuck him, both of you giving him mix of praise and degradation.

✦ Have his head in your lap as you run your fingers in his hair, cooing at his pretty fucked out face. Blade pounding into him from behind, Jing Yuan crying at your words and the feeling of Blade in him, his hands clawing at your hips and thighs.

✦ Another position is Blade sucking his dick with you sat behind Jing Yuan, pulling and pinching his nipples. Bite down on his neck and cover him with bite marks, Blade already covering his thighs in claw marks and hickeys. Jing Yuan throwing his head back as he cries, he feels so good, it’s all just so much he can’t take it.

✦ PLEASEE fuck him in his office, or anywhere that is semi-public. Loves the thrill of having sex in a place anyone could walk into, seeing the General of the Xianzhou being fucked silly. Public restrooms, an alleyway, giving him head under his desk, literally anywhere, he loves it so much.

✦ This man will maul your back. I imagine he has these decently long pretty nails that will just dig into your back. He also bites, no argument. Sinking his teeth into your neck to muffle his whines and moans, biting so hard he draws blood. Will feel so sorry afterwards and will insist on cleaning any wounds he made.

✦ Jing Yuan has a MASSIVE breeding kink and no one can change my mind. He’s just pounding into you, begging to let him cum in you. Even if you can’t get pregnant he doesn’t care, he just wants to fill you up so bad, see you carrying his kids, the idea drives him mad.

✦ Or fuck him, telling him how pretty he’d look carrying your kids, you both know he can’t get pregnant, but the idea has him drooling. He’s crying, saying he’d be your pretty house wife, quit his job as General just to have your kids.

✦ If you’re shorter than Jing Yuan he will be so careful with you, but just can’t help himself when you give him head and he sees a large lump form in your throat from his dick, how you need to stand on your toes to fuck him when hes bent over a desk. He loves it so much, he finds you so cute.

✦ If you’re taller lift him up and pin him against a wall, let his feet dangle in the air. He loves feeling your large hands travel his body, squeezing his thighs and hips. Loves being completely lifted up while you fuck him, supported by only you.

✦ Blade would be a switch leaning on the dominant side.

✦ Masochist. This man will hand you a knife and beg you to carve your name into his skin, let it scar, let there be a constant reminder he belongs to you. Dig your nails into his skin, bite down till he’s bleeding, kick him, slap him, do whatever you like with him.

✦ If you don’t like the idea of hurting Blade he’ll understand, be a bit disappointed, but understand nonetheless.

✦ Overstimulate him. The only time you’ll see him cry is when you do. Have him on his knees in front of you, face pressed against your leg as he cries and cries. As much as he begs you to stop he loves it, loves the pain that shoots trough his body as you continuously play with him.

✦ Will gladly wear a collar, let you tug on it, attach a leash to it. On the topic of tugging on him, pull his hair. Fucking him from behind, pulling his head up so he can see himself in a mirror, watching you thrust in and out of him.

✦ Very possessive of you, if he even feels slightly jealous when in public will pull you to the side and fuck you. Even better if you take control and fuck Blade, degrade him and tell how much of a whore he is while you fuck him.

✦ If you’re shorter than Blade you topping him is even more thrilling. Seeing a lump im your stomach form as you ride him, watching you struggling to hold him down as you fuck him, he loves it.

✦ If your taller than him he loves fighting back, being a massive brat while you hold him down. Feeling your large hands squeeze around his neck or wrists, pinning him to the bed as best you can.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #honkai star rail #writing #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dom reader #hsr #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x gn reader #jingren #jingren x reader #blade x gn reader #blade x reader #blade x male reader #jing yuan x male reader

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blissfullyapillow · 11 months

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┃When the Blade Breaks

♡‧₊˚Blade x gn reader

‎♡‧₊˚wc: 939~

♡‧₊˚warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, death (not character or reader)

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When Blade finally arrives he has no time to process the fear that wraps its jagged claws around his neck. His muscles tremble as his heart ruthlessly pounds in his chest. His throat constricts and spots form in his vision; oxygen refuses to enter his lungs.

This all happens in an instant as he takes in the sight of you suspended in air, your throat being squeezed by the hands of the man he was sent to kill.

It only takes a moment for his body to shut down as dread glues his feet to the floor. His eyes burn the image of your limp body dangling in the air into his brain. Indignant red eyes watch as your hands slowly fall from the perpetrators hands wrapped tightly around your neck.

All it takes is a deep breath for him to reach clarity.

His muscles relax as his heart returns to its usual steady rhythm. His feet glide across the floor in his rush to reach you; he crosses the boundless space between the two of you in a heartbeat. His sword penetrates the man's heart in the same moment he drops his weapon to catch you as you fall.

Blade pays no mind to the man's blood curdling shrieks. His eyes briefly scan your body for additional injuries. He examines the deep bruises he discovers on your arms with a rancorous scowl on his lips.

Honestly, he's relieved you aren't mortally wounded.

He gingerly brushes your hair aside as your glistening lashes slowly part to reveal your mesmerizing orbs. He positions you securely in his arms as he stands, desperately holding you close. He retrieves his sword, viscously pulling it out of the man's chest with a sneer. The man's horrific screams finally subside as his lifeless body slumps to the ground.

Blade cradles you in his arms as he carries you to safety. His throat constricts once more as he leaves the morbid scene behind, but he keeps his composure.

How will he tend to your wounds if tears cloud his vision?

𓆩♡𓆪

Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting as your bleary eyes open with substantial effort.

Your body aches, your throat feels dry and scratchy, and you're alone. A hoarse gasp escapes your lips as you recall previous events that led to your current predicament.

Unfortunately, an enemy of the stellaron hunters discovered Blade's well kept secret.

You.

How said enemy learned this information is still a mystery to you. All you can recall is receiving a text from Silver Wolf explaining the situation. She told you to stay put since Blade was on his way, but before he could arrive, you..

Your body shudders as you recall the cruel hands that wrapped around your neck, and your futile attempt to pry them off. Fortunately for you, and Blade, Blade came to your rescue before it was too late.

…

Speaking of Blade, where is he?

Despite the protests your body screams at you, you manage to lift your tired body from the soft mattress you were previously lying on.

You drag your weary body into the empty hallway. You see a hunched figure in the distance, and as you draw closer you realize that hunched figure is Blade.

Blade, whose body is trembling as a heart wrenching sob claws its way out of his constricted airway. He gasps as tears seep from his eyes; the gasp is forced out of him in his lungs' desperate attempt to retrieve oxygen.

Your heart breaks as you come to a stop right behind him. Usually, Blade would turn around to greet you whenever you approached him from behind. He always sensed your presence.

It seems he's too distraught to turn around and greet you this time around.

Your lashes shine with unshed tears as you lower your body to his level. You've never seen Blade so.. distraught.

You call for Blade, his name leaving your lips in a hushed whisper.

You're surprised when he immediately turns around to face you. No words are exchanged as he pulls you into his arms. He holds your aching body firmly against his, like he's afraid if he lets go you'll disappear.

The two of you stay like that for a long time, clinging to each other in the hallway, as if it's the last time you'll ever see each other.

When Blade's tears subside and you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, Blade moves.

Blade tenderly lifts you in his arms, and it's as if a blanket of safety and security is wrapped around your vulnerable form. As Blade lowers you to the soft mattress, you continue to cling to him. You adore the soothing chuckle he emits as he indulges in your silent request for him to stay.

You remain awake as Blade gets comfortable beside you. Blade's arms wrap around you once more, and he sighs as he rests his head on your chest.

"..."

"You're not allowed to leave me... especially like that. You're stuck with me for eternity, whether you like it or not."

A goofy smile appears on your lips, and you eventually laugh. It hurts to laugh, but in the best way possible.

"You're the only person I want to be with for eternity. You don't have to worry about me leaving. I never will."

Blade gives you a loving, gentle squeeze as you drift off to sleep. He’ll do everything in his power so a day like this never occurs again. From now on, you’ll always be safe.

He’ll fulfill this silent oath of his, in every life he has with you.

#blade x gn reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x gn reader honkai star rail

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oceisastar · 11 months

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consider this: power bottom reader who has blade bare, muzzled and collared. imagine him on top of you, grinding and rutting desperately against your thigh. it's maddening; the way you look up at him with those sultry eyes, all of you laid beneath him - but he's not allowed to seize you with his hands, or his mouth, or sheathe himself into you so he can drive into you like he so badly wants to. (even if he could, he'd be denied his release again and again. cock ring :> )

MDNI (gn!reader; begging, grinding, muzzle, masturbation, reader calls him “puppy” once, teasing)

and then cupping his face and nuzzling against his muzzle while his eyes go wild, but he can’t do anything about it. all he can do is keep rutting until he’s aching, throbbing with need.

oh my, masturbating beneath him while he’s not allowed to touch—just watching your fingers play with your sex the way he wants to, no, needs to. he’s drooling inside the muzzle, eyes fervent with heat. when you whimper, his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sound. and your scent—thick and musky, he thinks he might go insane. the air is of full of it, his and yours mixing together despite you not letting him touch you with his hands or mouth. but god, he needs to take you in his mouth or he might explode.

you reach down, spreading your arousal on your fingertips and brush against his cock. the reprieve has him gasping, nearly grabbing at you for purchase before he catches himself.

“my star,” he says, and your eyebrows go up.

“so sweet, my darling boy? something to ask?”

“take it off. I’ve had enough—I need to touch you. I can’t take this any longer.”

“surely it hasn’t been that long?”

he grits his teeth. “it’s been hours.”

“are you sure? last I checked it had been about 30 minutes.”

he groans in misery. you can feel him dripping on your thigh.

“ask properly, blade.”

“...please, I humble myself before you. let me touch you, my star.”

you wrap your legs around him in one last attempt to tempt him, to test his willpower and he grits his teeth so hard he practically growls. but he doesn’t move, not even when your sweet hole brushes against the tip of him.

you smile and reach down, deftly removing the cock ring. he gasps, doubling over into you and you laugh, running your hand through his hair and nuzzling him into your neck. before pushing him down so his mouth is up against your crotch.

“now. show me what you can do, hm, puppy?”

#I’m ngl idk anything abt his character I’ve seen him all of 2 seconds but I want to fuck him #ngl I kinda switched dynamics writing this bc 1.) I’m not a power bottom and 2.) I was in 2 diff moods when I wrote parts of it #but who cares lmao #hsr #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr blade #blade smut #blade x reader #dom!reader #hsr thirsts #honkai star rail thirsts #blade thirsts #blade x gn reader #blade x genderneutral reader #hsr x gender neutral reader

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staretes · 8 months

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finally, before you

synopsis: he's been dreaming about this moment for centuries, but what will happen when he's finally reunited with you? w/c: 0.8k tags: blade x reader, angst, reader was blade's lover when he was yingxing (a bit ooc for blade? idk please tell me if it is) a/n: i posted this by accident twice while it was still cooking in the oven argh. i mostly typed this in school while my teachers were teaching hehe but tbh i think my writing style got alot more loose here which idk if i like... i also dont know how i feel about the flow of this but ack enjoy

blade awakes, face gently cradled by blades of grass. when he looks up, the countless stars glittering in the midnight sky greeted him, just like how they greeted him on those nights when he went to watch the vast starry sky with you. "he didn't come to the luofu to find friends, much less love" he had firmly told himself, but the thought quickly lost itself in you, the stars, and the nights you spent with him. he’d thought he had lost those nights forever.

could it finally be? his heart quickens as he hurried to stand up. the boundless expanse of grasslands that could be found at the edges of the luofu stretched as far as he could see. blade’s scarlet eyes dart frantically across the field, before they landed, with a triumph, on a figure gazing at the stars. you. blade’s heart leaps at the sight and he hastens to reach you. he could wait no longer, he thinks, for every moment for the last seven hundred years, his heart burned in your absence. he had longed to see the sweet smile on your lips and feel your soft skin on his again. “(name),” he called softly, hoping to finally let his gaze rest upon your bright eyes under the stars once again. startled, you whip around to face him. you stand up, and your eyes search him, and he feels your gaze pierce throughout his body, looking him up and down. “yingxing…” you mumble , not sparing his eyes a single glance. blade opens his arms hesitantly, desperate to feel your embrace again. you jolt back, and your trailing gaze lands on his hands. his hands. his hands have slain too many, dripping with the blood of so many innocent lives. he whose hands are burdened with the weight of death and violence, how could he even think of touching you, tainting you with his sin? you turn on your heel and run, farther and farther away from him, and he's left standing alone in an empty sea of grass, watching your body disappearing in the distance, with only the stars twinkling at him mockingly.

blade awakes, drenched in cold sweat, chest heaving, gasping for air. it was just a another dream, he reassures himself amongst shallow breaths. just like the dream from the night before, and the night before that, and the many, many nights before. you’ll love him, forever, no matter what, he tells himself, and it’s this faith that relights the small fire in his heart to reunite with you on that fated day in that promised land.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

the moment had finally arrived.

the chains of life that burdened blade for so long snapped, and his body arched gracefully as his body fell to the ground with a soft thud. the raging fire of mara was put out as he fell deeper into the sweet embrace of death. the peaceful silence enveloped him as he seemed to float, float away, higher and higher, transcending towards the paradise that he had longed for for centuries.

…

blade awakes, face gently cradled by blades of grass. he looks up, and the countless stars greet him once more. on the xianzhou, where death is a distant concept, rumours swirl of the soft melodies heard when one finally finds peace in heaven. blade is sure that it's this tune that serenades him as he stands up slowly, looking around.

he doesn't have to look for long before your figure, sitting on the blanket you once shared with him, watching the stars twinkle before you. you're humming a tune, and he realises that this is the melody that's he's been hearing since he awoke. slowly, he walks towards you.

before he can call out your name, you turn around and meet his gaze. your eyes light up and a radiant smile forms on your lips. mara-ridden centuries of separation have warped and faded blade's memories, but he's still taken aback at how your beauty far exceeds the many versions of you in his dreams. his heart rate quickens as his parched eyes drink the sight before him. "yingxing!" you beam as you stand up. your voice was still as melodious as ever. the sound of his name forming from your lips was the most heavenly song blade has heard in a long time. it seems, you have been eagerly waiting for him too. you open your arms, awaiting his embrace. this is the moment he’s been dreaming of.

his dreams.

blade tries to move, but he finds that the many seeds of doubt planted in his stomach have emerged. imaginary vines shackles his limbs and he finds himself unable to move. he tries to talk, but the thorny weeds have suffocated his throat, leaving no voice to even whisper your name.

after everything he's done, he doesn't deserve to even face you.

so this time, he's the one that turns and flees, further and further away from you.

#[✦ - archives!]#almost tagged this in the fluff tag whoops #blade x reader #blade imagines #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade x gn reader #hsr imagines #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #blade angst

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n0tamused · 19 days

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Broken Memories

Genre: angst

A/N: More older stuff to post, hope you all enjoy. I did a quick proofread but knowing me I'll just say that there still may be some grammar mistakes :p

Lofty clouds sail over the Xianzhou Lofu, welcoming some distant warmth to befall the people after what felt like years and years worth of rain. Fresh air brings in the freshness which the rain left behind, feeling like a new slate of paper ready to be written on, but Blade just watches on in solemn silence. Tendrils of pain and ache make its way through his body in steady, continuous waves, not letting him relax, but not letting him move either. For him, only the present moment exists, and in a twisted way he is forced to accept it. His life knows no end, so he makes scarce peace with the present.

Remembrance of days already long and gone make their way to his head, when white locks fell down his back instead of raven black, and when he had friends to speak off, company to talk to, and dreams to dream about. In the long faded and broken memories he sees himself, Yingxing, strike a hot piece of metal over and over again until he gets it to the desired dimensions. Deft hands grab onto the pincers and tools and a bucket of cold water to mend the metal, and the process flows on effortlessly under his watchful gaze. Yingxing feels even more anxiety pool in his chest unlike he usually feels, his gaze fixated on carving the blade to have a more intricate design - this was no ordinary blade in the end, made to be given to some soldier or some higher up as compensation, no - it was a gift. It had to be perfect. Beyond perfect.

The dagger was curved and elegant, and in his hands it demonstrated to perfect balance between the point and hilt, and many little details were put into it in colors of gold and rose gold, your favorite gemstones, your favorite color in the leather grip, your favorite shapes, and about anything else he could incorporate into the dagger without overthrowing its aesthetic and its practical use. It shines beautifully under the pale sunlight, the rain clouds drifting away after days worth of rain. Yingxing smiles at his work, lifting it up above his head until he sees the reflection of his own eyes in the blade, full of mirth and under one eye there’s a smudge of charcoal. He can’t help the pride that makes his chest swell, and neither can he afford to wait for the following day to give it to you. So he makes quick work of packaging the blade and following the narrow roads, searching the entire city until he finds you and just gives the gift to you right then and there, in broad daylight with little introduction. Red paper is wrapped around the wooden box, not in the most skilled way, but in a caring way, and he relishes in the compliments you rain down upon him when he explains what it is, or even why he gave it to you. For once he feels really seen. His life-long mission is for once cast aside in favor of admiring this little side quest he ventured upon. And he feels like he could throw everything away if it meant seeing your joy every day. That evening you have invited him back to your home, served him tea and shared your events of the day, along with more passionate comments about the gifted dagger.

Blade sighs, remembering your smile, your face, and he remembers how different it now looks in his distorted memories. He is forgetting.. He knows the face he sees in his memories is not the one he knew, he feels it in his bones and in his blackened heart. There is just something missing. The visage of his eyes can’t focus on your face nor the details of your clothes or your hands when they gripped his.

The broken dagger in his lap is unfixable - Yingxing is no longer here to mend it as before. Blade can only hold onto the essence of its memories until the whole world goes dark, and that says plenty of his grief and regret. His chin tilts down to look at the dagger, his finger jabbing at the broken blade as if it was a foreign object to him, something extra terrestrial, as if he didn’t pour his heart into it decades before. Perhaps he did pour his all into it, maybe that’s why the dagger followed the same fate as he did, as the smith poured a piece of his soul into his art. He can only hope the dagger does not represent you.. he hopes you’re out there, somewhere, happy, healthy, alive..

#-better an arrow than you #blade x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #blade x you #blade x gn reader #blade x yn #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #angst #x reader #xianzhou luofu #honkai x reader #honkai star rail imagine

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byizoyas · 11 months

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honkai star rail ; drabbles

sfw | hurt/comfort. where blade is injured after a fight and you join him only to find him a pretty bad state. cw // slight mention of blood blade x gn!reader

‘where is he ?’ you asked, hardly controlling your breathing after you ran for a few twenty minutes non stop. silver wolf called you earlier, informing you of blade’s injuries.

surely this was nothing too serious. he went through much worse and even though you didn’t know about it all, you knew enough to figure out how strong blade was. and he wouldn’t pass away from such ridiculous pain.

but still, it did hurt you to imagine him going through it alone only to protect the girls he cared about. silver wolf told you about it all. blade tried shielding them, and in the end he couldn’t endure it all.

everything went too fast for her to remember the exact details, but you didn’t need such thing. you only needed to make sure blade was going to be okay.

‘he’s in the third room.’ kafka said, avoiding your gaze. she wasn’t wearing the usual smirk. you never really managed to understand her, but you liked to think she cared about y’all deep down. and perhaps she was worried for blade.

perhaps she felt guilty.

but you had no time to think of anything. you ran towards the room she indicated you.

the medicine smell was strong. aggressive even. you brought a hand to your nose. blade’s entire body was covered up in white bandages. his face was bruised.

you took a few steps, getting closer and the closer you were getting the more scars you noticed. you hardly gulped to such an awful sight.

blade, laying down in a hospital bed was possibly the worst thing you ever assisted to.

just as you were about to cry, his lips opened slightly, and one of his cracks opened. you brought a hand to it. your fingers caressing his bloody lip, as if you would manage to stop it all.

you looked up at his eyes which just opened.

‘you’re awake..’ you only managed to say, trying to pull your hand off his mouth, afraid of it all getting awkward but he gripped your wrist, stopping you from doing such.

‘y/n.’ he said. his voice broke, and he visibly was in pain only from talking.

‘shh don’t talk. you’re only gonna hurt yourself.’ you said.

you couldn’t say it was a full win yet, but to see him able to speak and move reassured you. it was enough for you to feel better.

blade kept your hand in his, bringing it to his cheek, as if begging for some caresses. he didn’t crave attention; only wanted yours.

he felt good and safe around you. he generally didn’t like anyone touching him, but was somehow feeling himself healing only from feeling your warm skin against his.

‘stay.’ he spoke up again.

you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes when a tears fell down your eye. you couldn’t stop it from falling any longer. yet you felt bad. you didn’t allow yourself to cry to this;

blade was the one hurt. then why would you be the sad one ?

love.

you loved him. it grew on you without you noticing and perhaps the same thing happened to him because even though he remained quiet, one of his hand caressed your wet cheek, wiping the tear away.

he cared about you, and he couldn’t stand to see you so sad.

if it wasn’t so painful for him to speak at this moment, you could’ve heard his voice confessing his love to you. but instead he cuddled you the whole time you’ve been spending by his side.

in the end you fell asleep in a rather uncomfortable position. but at least you were together, and the last thing you remembered was his fingers running through your hair.

in the end, neither of you needed no word. the delicate touch, the synchronized breathing, and your intertwined fingers were saying it all.

#byizoyas.#blade #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr drabbles #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x gn reader #blade x y/n #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x gn reader #blade drabbles #blade fluff #honkai star rail x reader

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star-railfanboy · 8 months

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Hello I was wondering if you could make a honkai star rail story with the reader being a member of the Astral Express crew and their extremely innocent and naive, but when the Astral Express crew arrived at the Xianzhou Loufu the reader is kidnapped by Blade and Kafka after a small battle and the reader is injured and they kidnapped the reader because they were much more useful to the stellaron hunters alive than dead because of their ancestry from a forgotten race that was known as the Ali beautiful creatures with wing made of crystal and the light that shines through their wings can harm those they see as an enemy. (I made up the whole Ali thing but you're more than welcome to write this in anyway you please, and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight ☺️)

|Hello anon I'll be changing the Ali concept to something else. The reader will still have wings. They will still be from a forgotten race. :) I hope it's written ok. The trailblazer is not the reader and will be Caelus(it'll switch between Caelus and Stelle with requests.) This will be a love triangle between Blade and Kafka with a gender neutral reader as well as scenario as it wasn't specified. It'll be a love triangle since I don't write poly my apologies. I have nothing against it I am just monogamous. As always feel free to change the pronouns to fit your own. I hope you enjoy and I wish you a lovely day or night.

Blade and Kafka x A Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of fighting, minor injuries, kidnapping, spoilers for Kafka's companion quest as well as the main story quest, |

Kafka and Blade Love Triangle

(Name) had gone with the first group of the Loufu. They were confused about several things that happened. Once everything was done and over with they were walking around and had seen Caelus in an alleyway. They were about to go over and greet the silver haired trailblazer but stopped when they saw Kafka.

They tilted their head and walked over. "Are you friends with the Stellaron hunters Caelus?" (Name) asked seeing Blade in the shop. Kafka's eyes lit up upon seeing them again. "Oh we met again." She said with a smile. Caelus gave her an uneasy look and stepped between the two. As the smile she made seemed to be plotting something.

"Don't worry Kiddo. Our intentions with them aren't bad. Now It's time to get back to your friends. I want to chat with this little one for a bit." Kafka stated using her powers. Caelus felt he couldn't refuse. (Name) looked confused. "I'll catch up with you after our chat." They said giving their friend a smile. She's friends with Caelus so she must not be too bad.

After Caelus left Blade walked out of the shop. "Sam messaged me an update to our script from Elio. So (Name) we're supposed to bring you back with us. He didn't specify alive or dead." She said with the same smile from earlier. She thought they were definitely a cute one. What's more they are supposed to have a hidden power.

There wasn't much know about their race. What Kafka was able to find out wasn't much which piqued her curiosity. They gave her a confused look. She grinned they seemed so innocent. It was rather adorable.

"I can't go with you though. I told Caelus I'd head back after them. Dan Heng and Mr. Yang get worried if I'm gone for too long. I dont want to be scolded again about how dangerous it is to be alone by Mr. Yang." (Name) said with a frown. Kafka gave a small laugh they were simply too adorable. She wanted to see what was so special about them.

"Bladie detain them to bring them back with us." Kafka commanded. Blade simply nodded and charged them they didn't appear to have weapon up until he brought his down to strike them. A weapon made of a pure looking crystal appeared in their hands quickly blocking Blade's strike.

Blade's eyes widened as he felt his mind coming back to him. Only Kafka's powers kept his mind in tack from the Mara inflicted on him. He felt his sanity coming back just being near them. He wondered what kind of powers they held to achieve that. He definitely couldn't kill them now. It seemed his partner realized the same thing. "Looks like they will be useful to us Bladie. Better keep them alive." Kafka stated.

Blade and the nameless started clashing Weapons once again. The stellaron hunter being relentless in his acts to weaken the other's defenses and energy. At one point his feet were encased in some sort of crystal like substance. He quickly smashed it and rushed the other to prevent them from thinking of a plan.

He wanted to avoid harming them but with every battle some wounds are bound to arise. The clearness he felt from his mara stricken mind was nice almost addicting to him. After all its been a long long time since he was able to think clearly and not just be a puppet for Kafka. He'll have to patch them up back at the base. Eventually they lost all of their strength by trying to block the acts as well as the injuries they sustained.

(Name) unwillingly dropped their crystal weapon and their legs gave out on them. Then before they were aware of what happened they blacked out. Falling completely to the ground. Blade walked over and carefully picked them up. After they fell unconscious wings that appeared of the same crystal as their weapon appeared on their back as though the nameless had been concealing them.

"You didn't over due it did you Bladie? It'd be a shame for someone as lovely as them to be harmed." Kafka stated walking over. As she approached she noticed their injuries they got slowly fading away. "It seems that our dear (Name) has an enhanced healing ability. The powers seem to also effect your mind. Though I feel they are too much of a cutie to stay with you. I wonder if Eilo would let me keep them with me."

Blade gave her a quick glare as if to warn her he won't let that happen willingly. The two shot the other a look signaling this wasn't going to resolved easily. They made their way back to the base. Silverwolf looked up from her game and saw the two enter with an unconscious person. The person looked like a new character that was recently released in her gatcha game. Wings and a lovely appearance go match. She wondered if the person was inspiration for the character.

"Whose that?" She asked her taller companions. Kafka gave her a smile. "My new partner Eilo sent us to retrieve them while we were still aboard the Loufu." She answered putting a hand to her chest. She decided after all they were simply too adorable for her to resist.

Blade gave a glare and held them closer to himself. "They are not." He stated. He was willing to fight Kafka for the person who cleared his mind. The two were certainly going to fight for (Name)'s love and affection. However one thing was for certain the nameless weren't getting their innocent (Name) back anytime soon if ever. Kafka and Blade would ensure they remind as the Stellaron hunters dear Ali.

#taylor writes #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #hsr kafka #kafka x gn reader #hsr blade #blade x gn reader #kafka x reader #blade x reader

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nervocat · 21 days

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hello, for the event, may I req platonic (teen!reader) prompt 1 with aventurine, blade and jing yuan?

“Lost Trust and Shattered Promises.” (spoilers for hsr 2.1, mentioned death, I think that's it - wc: 731, angst/platonic, gn reader)

Aventurine. He was a mysterious person who worked for the IPC. You were really tho only one he was close to on a different level other than coworkers. Why a teen worked at the IPC was unknown, but Aventurine helped you out either way.

So the news of his Grand Death hit you hard. You went to Penacony with him, reasons unknown, but he left you alone and broke a promise he knew he could never kept, but he hoped he could have.

It was when you two were back at the IPC in his office — he had promised you that he'd do what he could to stay with you. You were like his younger sibling, and he loved you more than he did himself, the same as he did with his blood family.

So when he performed this Grand Death of his and you got news of it, you just stood there in Penacony. You told yourself that you had prepared for this, but apparently not enough. You were left shattered.

Walking Penacony after all that's happened — it was nostalgic in a way. The memories with Aventurine you had, they were all very dear to you. You just wondered..

“Why, Aventurine, was this the one bet you lost? Maybe it wasn't a loss for you, but it was for me.”

You knew Blade when he was Yingxing, when you were just a teen. You were old in human years, but that's beside the point. You now stood face to face with Blade, face contorted in slight anger and irritation

“Blade,” you seethed, pulling out your weapon and pointing it towards him. “You dare show your face here in the Xianzhou? After all you've done?”

He kept eye contact with you, seemingly unphased, but you knew that searching look in his eyes. He was thinking, trying to look through his muddled memories of his past as to just who you were.

“I know you don't remember me, but I still struggle to forgive that promise you broke all those years ago.”

Ah, that's why you were so familiar, yet also not to him.

“Yingxing!” you call out. He looks up to you, away from the weapon he was welding.

“Yes, [name]?” Yingxing replies.

“Can you promise to never leave me?” coming from a teen, it was quite the surprise to the man. He smiles slightly as he walks over to where you sat and ruffled your hair.

“For as long as this old man can, sure.”

It seemed you both were remembering the same memory as you stared into his eyes and he stared into yours. You put down your weapon with a shakey sigh, being the one to break the eye contact as you looked to the floor.

“Blade?” you question, still having the Hunters attention. “Why did you do that? I know it's silly to ask but..” you look up and he was gone. You sigh, looking to where he was before walking off.

This troubled Blade for some reason. Why did he break that promise? He doesn't know, and doesn't care right now.

Jing Yuan was never one to go back on his promises, especially with [name] and Yanqing.

He had promised the both of you to stay with you through your younger years, but his job made that rather difficult.

Jing Yuan stuck to that promise with Yanqing — but for some reason, it wasn't quite the same with you. Maybe it was because you had different interests than Yanqing and Jing Yuan didn't have much expertise with it, or was it just because you weren't his apprentice?

You didn't know, but he didn't keep his promise to you. That's what you did know.

You sat on a bench, looking up at the sky as you swung your legs slightly.

“Ah, [name],” you hear him call. You look to him, deciding to ask and discuss the broken promise.

“General, can I ask something?” Jing Yuan quirks an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly.

“Of course, go on.”

“Why did you break our promise?”

“..What?”

Jing Yuan was definitely taken aback by your question — the promise? Ah, that one. As he thought under your questioning gaze, he felt the guilt building up.

“[name], I apologize, it's-”

“Jing Yuan, I just want to know why you did. That's all.”

The thing was, even he didn't know the answer to that.

notes: Um. Yeah. Definitely not my best but it's not the worst either 💔💔 hope this was up to your standards and that you like it anon 😭😭 also this was kinda lazily proofread so um. :pp

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plasmasimagination · 4 months

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Hii :D. Since you open matchups for hsr characters, can I request for one? :)

I identified as a genderfluid and use any pronouns, but I do preferably use they/it. I'm queer and don't really have preferences over gender, so you can assign me with any character.

As for my looks, I'm 163 cm (which is 5'4 I think?). I always dressed up casually. My hair is dark brown (near black), doesn't have bangs and it's shoulder length and wavy.

I'm INFP 4w5. As for my personality I first I come up as an easily angered and annoyed person because I have a bitchy resting face and the way I speak is a bit rude sometimes. But when someone is already close with me or become friends with me in general, I comes up as more friendly and reliable. Also I will not afraid to talk anything, but still in the ranges of consent and trigger warning of that person. I'm also calm for the majority of time, but I can get easily panic under pressure.

And I do like listening to music, playing games, reading book, drawing and any indoor activities in general.

P.S: Have a great day and don't forget to hydrate :3

HI HEY HOI SUGARCAKE( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

And here is the donut you ordered, ... I mean matchup!

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BLADE

Pissed boyfriend X pissed partner

Honestly you guys would make people cry by simply existing, it's like a real power couple

He's rather quiet about his opinions and thoughts, but that's why he has you, always speaking your mind!

So he's always there in case you get in trouble...he'll be there to protect you, no matter what.

Introvert x introvert

I imagine you guys spend most of your time chilling at home and just enjoying the time alone away from the world.

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brenbofen · 11 months

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cuddling with blade after he's come back from a long mission away and he needs some affection

Cuddling with Blade ♥︎

Blade x Gender Neutral Reader

Broadcaster Message - Hmm I love Blade. I just wanna squeeze him so baddd, you are so real for this request.

Notes 🗒️ - No gendered terms used, Mention of the Starhunt Game Event (No Spoilers), Kind of Short, Headcanons at the end to try and make up for the length!

You groaned as you sprawled yourself across a couch. For the last week you had to put up with Kafka and Silver Wolf’s shenanigans, your boyfriend, Blade, having left for a mission. You glanced over at the balcony, seeing Kafka and Silver Wolf talking. Recently Silver Wolf had hacked into Herta Space Station for some kind of cartridge. You didn’t care though, you were just so bored.

After Kafka rescued Blade from the Xianzhou the Stellaron Hunters had been playing it safe, just biding their time until the right moment. But you didn’t know when that right moment was going to be! You groaned, throwing your arm over your face. You missed Silver Wolf leaving, Kafka asking about Elio, and Blade returning.

Wait…

You sat up when you felt a tug on your arm, seeing Blade hovering over you. He tugged your arm again and forced you to stand up, dragging you to your shared room. You were confused, not even a hello? You just obediently followed him, not saying a word. Once you two were alone he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “I missed you to, Bladie.” You laughed, stepping back and pulling him onto your bed. Blade sighed at the nickname, Kafka had called him that once and now everyone was doing it.

You hummed, combing your fingers through his hair. “How’d the mission go?” Blade shifted so he was resting his chin on your chest, red eyes staring back at you. “Well,” He mumbled out, “I don’t want to talk.” He brought a hand to your face, he wasn’t usually this cuddly, but you didn’t complain. “Just wanna lay here?” Blade nodded, closing his eyes. You continued to comb your fingers through his hair, slowly getting any knots out. When you reached his bangs you pressed a hand to his cheek, smiling when he leaned into it.

You pushed Blade’s bangs away from his face, admiring your boyfriend. “I love you.” You muttered, placing a kiss on Blade’s forehead. He just hummed in response, arms wrapping around your neck. Eventually he returned the statement, moving up to press his face into your neck. You felt him place small kisses on your neck and jaw, laughing softly when his breath tickled you.

At some point Blade had dozed off in your arms, you didn’t know when but you didn’t mind. You rubbed circles in his back, letting him sleep as you knew he almost never did when on missions.

Head canons ~

✦ I personally don’t see Blade as a big fan of PDA, probably hates it if I’m being entirely honest.

✦ But he’s glued to your side if possible, just wanting to be near you. He says it’s to protect you if needed but we both know that’s not true.

✦ When in private he will flop over and just lay on you, pressing his face into your chest or neck.

✦ Loves giving soft kisses favorite places are your neck and temple. Will kiss your hand if you offer it.

✦ Poor boy can not give you a normal smile, always looks a bit deranged when he smiles. If you seem spooked by it he’ll feel bad, please tell him you don’t mind it.

✦ Loves it when you touch and play with his hair, just melts when you comb your fingers through it.

✦ Doesn’t seem like a big fan of verbal “I love you”s to me. I think he’d show his love through touch and spending time with you.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #writing #blade honkai #blade hsr #blade x reader #blade x gn reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr #gender neutral reader #headcanon #head canon

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blissfullyapillow · 11 months

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HELLOOO can u plsplspsls write ab a late night motorcycle ride with blade from hsr?

┃2am With Blade

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Blade x gn reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥‎wc: 1,373~

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥warnings: suggestive, fluff, comfort

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥notes: I love this man omfg ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Main Masterlist

You groan as you open your phone’s lock screen once again.

2am.

With a whine, your phone is tossed onto the bed behind you. “Blade, I’m borrreedd.” You spare a glance in his direction as you get up and pace your shared room.

He pointedly ignores your whines as wipes down his sword. You stop pacing to watch him for a moment. He stops wiping his sword to direct a sharp glare in your direction.

You ignore his expression as you sit down beside him. He sighs as he puts his sword aside to give you his full attention. “If you’re bored, go do something. Don’t bother me.” His lazy tone only fuels your boredom as you fall back onto the bed you’re both sitting on.

Wait. Did he say..

Your mind presents a solution to your boredom, and it most definitely involves Blade.

“Blade, you told me to do something, right?” Blade doesn’t turn around, but his faint ‘yes’ reaches your ears.

With a self satisfied smirk you sit up once more to face Blade. His eyes watch your movements with an unamused expression. You slowly trail your hand up his arm as you flutter your lashes. You swear you see the briefest smirk on his lips before they return to a flat line. He raises a brow at your obvious attempt at flirting with him.

“Well, I don’t have any ideas on something to do, but I know someone I can do.” Your hand continues its gradual rise, and he makes no attempt to stop you. He allows your hand to get to his shoulder before he rolls his eyes.

He leans in as he cooly grazes his hand on your thigh.

His actions have its desired effect as your hand halts its movement and you freeze in place. The corner of his lips curl into a mischievous grin as your face warms. His red eyes peer into yours as neither of you move. His eyes alone have you in a trance, and your body unwittingly inclines closer to his.

His eyes light up in mirth as they languidly take you in.

You're both still for a moment longer. Then he makes the first move.

He shifts his body to lean over yours, and your heart pounds out of your chest. His lips brush over your cheek as he leans over you. You turn your head so your lips can meet his, but he pulls away before they can.

You pout, confused, until you notice what he has in his hand.

A motorcycle helmet?

You glance behind you, and you notice another helmet sitting on the small end table beside the bed you're both on. “Put this on. We’re leaving.” Blade’s tone leaves no room for dispute, and it’s more of a demand than a request.

You’re simultaneously turned on and intrigued.

You follow his command as you place the helmet on your head. You admire Blade’s body as he puts on his own helmet. His eyes find yours as you ogle him. He shakes his head in faux disapproval as he swiftly leans in once more to buckle your helmet properly.

“Let’s go.” He places a doting kiss on your lips before he pulls away, grasping your hand to bring you along.

You’re sure if he looked back he’d see the stars in your eyes as you stare at the back of his head in admiration.

He wraps you in a leather jacket that he instructs you to wear properly as he starts the engine of his motorcycle. You blush as you put your arms through the sleeves, loving how affectionate Blade’s actions are.

Once the engine is started and he’s adjusted the mirrors, he helps you onto his motorcycle. He directs you on how to hold onto him and what to do whenever he stops the motorcycle. He has you demonstrate the correct way to hold onto him before he drives off.

Your cheeks are warm despite the cool air that whips against your face, since Blade’s words of praise reached your ears in spite of the loud roar of the engine.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around Blade as you press your face into his back. The cities’ lights flash across your closed eyelids as you adjust to the new feeling of riding on a motorcycle. Once your body and mind adapt to the cool wind and speed, you slowly peer your eyes open.

Your mouth opens in awe as Blade drives through the city. The roads are empty save for a few cars here and there, which isn’t surprising considering it should be well past 2am now.

Blade slowly comes to a stop at a stoplight, and you take the opportunity to admire the scenery around you. “Wow..” You breathe. The lights, the wondrous feeling of being up well past midnight, and the feeling of your chest pressed against Blade’s back all have you feeling high on life. You start to giggle as the light turns green. Blade revs the engine before you take off once more.

Your arms relax their tight grip on Blade as your head rests cozily on his back. You feel serene as the city sleeps.

Blade continues to cruise through the vacant streets, until he pulls into an empty drive thru. You lazily lift your head when you hear Blade speaking to someone through the speaker post. You close your eyes and return your head to its previous position as Blade pulls up to the window.

When Blade’s soft voice reaches your ears, you’re on the fringe of sleep. You raise your head to see a milkshake in Blade’s outstretched hand, accompanied by a liberated smile on his lips. You accept his silent offer while he snorts at your sleepy expression.

You savor the taste of the milkshake. Blade knows you well; it’s your favorite flavor. “If I remember correctly, someone said they were bored earlier. Now, they’re falling asleep on the back of my motorcycle.” Blade’s smug tone serves to dulcify the savory flavor of the milkshake on your tongue.

You stick said tongue out at him in defiance, and he chuckles at the sight. “Put that tongue away if you don’t want me doing something to it.” Your cheeks burn as Blade guffaws at your flustered reaction in the barren parking lot.

You drink your milkshake as you watch Blade enjoy his. “Let me taste it.” You request. Blade indulges you, allowing you to taste his milkshake.

“Hmm.. it’s-” Blade’s tongue devours the rest of your words, and you spend the next few minutes making out in the parking lot. You both eventually leave once your milkshakes are finished, but not before Blade glares at the employee who walks out to enter their car.

“We can continue when we get home. If you’re still awake that is.” Blade kisses you once more before he starts the engine, leaving the parking lot behind as the hypnotizing city lights seduce you with their beauty yet again.

𓆩♡𓆪

By the time you two return home you’re content, albeit sleepy. Blade turns off the engine of his motorcycle before he rises. He guides you off the back of it, removing the leather jacket from your person in the process.

He must notice the way your eyes struggle to stay open, because he picks you up and carries you to bed. You feel Blade’s tender yet lingering touch as he readies you for bed. You close your eyes, and your ears train in on the sound of Blade walking around the room.

You feel Blade’s hands on you again as he slowly lowers you, crawling into bed beside you as he pulls the covers over the both of you.

“But.. what about..” You're too tired to finish your thought, and you begin to drift off to sleep. If your eyes weren’t closed, you’d see the amorous expression on Blade’s face.

“We can continue in the morning. I promise.” His soft lips pressed to your cheek is the last thing you feel as you fall asleep. Blade’s tender eyes linger on your slumbering figure before he shuts his own, following you into the land of dreams.

…

Also,

He most definitely kept his promise in the morning.

#blade x gn reader honkai star rail #blade x gn reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #honkai star rail reader insert

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