Darlin‘ Dove

Hey there! I‘m Dawn, 19 y/o, she/her Just sharing some hsr headcanons here that are stuck in my mind ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[dawngazer]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Hello my dear readers ♥︎

Here you have an overview of all the stories I have made so far. Future ones will be added accordingly.

Now take a seat, get a drink, and make yourself comfortable for some storytelling ♡

𝒪𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ…

ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔞𝔦 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔩

Headcanons

🎀 How to tell that they have a crush on you ♡

Phainon, Boothill, Dan-Heng, Aventurine, Blade

🫧 Them as a love interest in a book ♥︎

Aventurine, Blade, Anaxa, Mydei, Ashveil (Part 2 coming soon)

🩰 Them as a love interest in a book pt 2 ♦︎

Jing Yuan, Boothill, Dr. Ratio

🎞️ Their reaction to you complaining about the annoying new co-worker at work ☀︎

Boothill, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Phainon, Anaxa

🫐 What would they do when you forget to eat properly ♠︎

Boothill, Phainon, Ashveil, Anaxa, Aventurine

🪽 When you ask them weird questions ★

Phainon, Anaxa, Blade, Boothill

One-shots

🕯️Loverboy - Ashveil

Other

📖 Book recommendations I give you based on your favorite Honkai Star Rail man ♧

Blade, Anaxa, Phainon, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Ashveil, Mydei, Sunday, Boothill

⛓️‍💥 Ashveil prompt - Ashveil

[dawngazer]

I will update within the next days! I‘m a bit busy with work rn (and I started bg3 a few days ago. Someone better take that away from me…)

And thank you for the requests!! Those are the first I’ll be working on (*´꒳`*)

[dawngazer]

When you ask them weird questions ★ GN Reader

Phainon, Anaxagoras, Blade, Boothill

Phainon

“If I was an anglerfish, would you keep me up here with you or let me free in the ocean to dive back into the deep sea where we would never see each other again?”

Phainon stares at you for a moment. He is contemplating.

There was no question of “would you still love me if I was an anglerfish?” Because it’s Phainon. He’s seen you at your worst (he’s seen you eat cereal with orange juice instead of milk), of course he would still love you.

He holds your shoulders. He dons an expression that is close enough to physical pain.

“Partner,” he says, “I love you too much to be so selfish and keep you by my side when I know it would come at the cost of your wellbeing.”

Conclusion: Phainon would let your deep-sea-fish-persona back into the wild but would cry without pause for the next few business days.

He does not say it out loud but he would absolutely come to the ocean every day, staring out at the sea like a widow mourning a lover lost to Davy Jones’s locker.

Anaxagoras

“If I was a cockroach, would you subject me to your experiments?”

“Of course not,” he says dismissively, but the second glance he gives you looks a bit too unsure about that answer.

You whack his shoulder. He jumps into an explanation as to why cockroaches would be quite intriguing to investigate due to their extreme physical resistance and rapid reproduction abilities.

In the end, he concludes that he would try to find a way to turn into a cockroach himself.

Conclusion; two little cockroaches against the world 🤍 (literally, because you would terrorize everyone else)

Blade

“If we were stranded on a deserted island and I turned into a worm, would you use me as bait to catch fish to eat?”

Blade stared at you with that unimpressed poker face of his.

“No.” Is all he says, not because he does not find that situation realistic in any way but simply to indulge you.

Of course, Blade technically does not need to eat because of his immortality but he can still starve.

“So you’d rather starve to death all over again?” You ask.

He sighs. “Yes.” Is his answer, yet again without any further explanation.

Conclusion: Blade would piece together a tiny shelter from leafs and a pool of water so you won’t burn to a crisp in the sun. (He also finds it unnecessary to use you as fish bait either way because he would only get one fish out of it and that’s not much help when stranded for a longer period of time).

Boothill

“If you were a bird and I was the last worm alive, would you eat me?”

“What kind of question’s that? ‘course I won’t!” Boothill is a loyal man. He’d defend you against any other birds trying to snack you.

You’ve asked him before if he’d still love you if you turned into a worm and he absolutely would.

Would it be weird? Yes. Would Boothill care? No.

The only thing still at debate was what he would do if you turned into an IPC worm. That was a whole other predicament.

Conclusion: Bootbird can get really aggressive if he wants to be. Especially when someone’s threatening his favorite worm.

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None of the pictures are mine

[rakhalofthestars]

Contrary to what most would assume when it came to a man such as Boothill, falling in love was not a spectacle. It wasn't loud. It wasn't flashy. It didn't come with fireworks or soaring classical music or flowers showered upon you both.

Falling in love with Boothill was quiet and slow. It creeped in without fanfare, settling into your bones until you can't remember a time where you hadn’t once looked at the man with anything short of romantic adoration. It filled your heart with warmth akin to a home-cooked meal of stew and milk.

The revelation didn’t come true and sudden, like the movies and books all say it does. It did not take one singular glance for you and the cowboy to realize your hearts belonged wholly to each other.

Boothill did not sit in a corner of a bar and ruminate over how to say "I love you" in such a way that encapsulated everything he ever felt about you, though that will come to pass at a later point in time.

How strange, isn't it? That three simple words should somehow encompass every infuriating, suffocating, elating, saddening, thrilling feeling one could ever feel for another.

But then again, love didn't come in grand, showy displays. It came in the little things. It came in the mundane. Falling in love with Boothill taught you that.

It happens one day, where you're in the shower and realize you forgot to bring your towel. You call Boothill’s name, without specifying what you need. But as true as a bullet hitting its mark, a metal hand peeps through the bathroom door, holding your towel. Your hand brushes his as you take the towel. You murmur a word of thanks and he gives you a peace sign.

How wonderful it is, to have grown accustomed to the other's presence that you know without words what they need.

You're laughing at something on your phone one day and Boothill peeks over your shoulder, nosy as ever. You show him the clip a friend had sent and the two of you laugh together, his hair tickling your skin and your breath misting his lips.

How wonderful it is, to hear the other laugh, to share their joy and to think to yourself that perhaps, you'd like to hear that laughter for the rest of your days.

You help Boothill in putting away the groceries from a supply run. You place the carton of your favorite juice inside the fridge without paying any further mind, for Boothill simply remembered you were running low and bought some before you could register its absence. Boothill pockets the little jar of his favorite varnish without thinking much of it, for you remembered he'd just recently run out and had bought one before he could be in want.

How wonderful it is, to remember the other's favorites, to constantly bring it to them like a cat bringing the day's hunt, to wish to see the little smile that graces their lips at your casual thoughtfulness.

You and Boothill argue one day. He leaves without apology, angry and hurt, away to chase a bounty. You throw yourself into your work, glaring and shaking.

It's quiet, not hearing the other call for something only you know they need. It's boring, not hearing their laughter and tracing the little crinkles that appear on their face when they do so. It's gloomy, running out of your favorite and realizing it was the other who kept it in stock for you.

Boothill returns a week later. You both rush to hug the other at the same time. You apologize together and laugh. You gaze into each other's eyes and hear it then, the quiet symphony that goes:

i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you.

[dawngazer]

What would they do when you forget to eat properly? ♠︎ GN Reader

Boothill, Phainon, Ashveil, Anaxagoras, Aventurine

Dawn’s Note: I got the idea because whenever I’m too invested in something like work (tattooing for like 8 hours or so), university or writing, I constantly forget to make food breaks (*´ー｀*)

Boothill

You are tinkering away on another gadget that you think could come in handy for Boothill.

He takes a while to notice that you haven’t eaten anything since at least 10 System hours. In his defence, he doesn’t really consume normal food anymore and sometimes forgets that people with a functioning body do need to eat.

When he asks you about it, you keep your eyes on the gadget, muttering on about eating later and not being hungry.

Boothill observes you for a while with crossed arms and a pondering look (He’s trying to figure out if you’re lying or not).

Your hands start to become a bit unsteady and Boothill notices it immediately. He tries to be civil once more, saying it’s not a healthy behavior but you simply won’t budge, way too invested into your project.

That’s it. He walks up to you, squishes your face between his hands and leans in threateningly close.

“Either ya go eat somethin’, or I’ll shove some good ol’ bullets down your throat myself.” (Bullets taste great after all! To him, at least…)

You do not want to eat bullets. Thus, you go and cook something up, because as much as Boothill would like to do that for you, he simply does not know the first thing about cooking.

Phainon

The moment you say that your plan for the day is to sit down and finally get some writing done, he knows that you’ll find no time to make a proper break and eat.

Therefore, he’s already at the market, buying about everything there is to offer because who knows if you’ll be in the mood for sweet instead of salty or the other way around. And what if he’ll get the wrong flavor?! That would be disastrous.

“Partner! I got a little something for you.” And with that, he deposits a week worth of food onto your couch table. “Do you want something to drink as well? I can make you a tea. Or a coffee, or—“ he rambles on while you stare.

He ends up sitting next to you in silence (trying to knit because I see him doing that) so that you can concentrate on your work but offers you one of the many snacks about every ten minutes.

When you finish a certain snack, he’ll ask if you want him to get more of it. Another flavor perhaps?

Better safe than sorry, he likes to say.

Ashveil

You both forget to eat. You’re way too invested in a case to realize the time ticking by.

It’s Mister N that comes into the office with a sigh and a bag of bananas held up by his tail.

Ashveil insists that you should eat first though and when you decline, he simply stares at you with a disapproving look in his eyes. Very hypocritical of him, really.

He smiles a teeny tiny bit when you finally eat and both of you can get back to work.

Anaxagoras

Anaxa knows that you tend to get lost in your work when you make some exciting new discoveries.

He stops the time. He actually gets a stopwatch and lets it run from the moment you’ve last eaten anything.

When four hours pass and you still don’t take the initiative to eat, he puts a plate of food in front of you.

He stares you down, lecturing you about how to maintain optimal health and so on and so forth.

He gives you a pat on the head when you eat, which makes you feel a bit like a little kid but you let it slide, lest he’ll jump into yet another lecture.

Aventurine

Aventurine hears your stomach growling. You’ve been sitting on the painting you’re working on for hours already and apparently hadn’t eaten anything yet.

He knows what it is like to be invested in work and forget to eat once in a while but that was him. He couldn’t possibly let you take such hazards when he was there to stop it!

Without further ado, he takes your hand and leads you out of the door. He grabs a long coat along the way because he knows you wouldn’t want to go out in that paint-stained shirt of yours and throws it over your shoulders.

You don’t even question him. He wouldn’t give any clear answers about what was going on either way.

You end up in a private room of a fancy restaurant with a very satisfied looking Aventurine across the table.

I hope you’ve already eaten today!

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None of the pictures are mine

[ruruumin]

phainon had a massive crush on his tattoo artist, (name). 

to address the elephant in the room: it was definitely unprofessional. as a client, he should be in and out those doors, not going back to deliver you lunch whenever it was midday. he would have been one of many of your instagram followers—waiting for the day he is ready to come back for another inking. 

there had to be some sort of written contact that explicitly said not to get romantically involved with your clients. however, to phainon, this contract must have been a little loose—because you weren’t just his tattoo artist, but his beloved neighbor! he just so happened to see you at the staircase, the two of you walking several flights of stairs when you found out the elevators broke that morning. it was only after this second encounter that he found himself hopelessly enamored by you.

it all started when he stumbled into your workplace on one late night. after having one too many drinks to celebrate his birthday, he was drawn to the warm lights outside his apartment. it was leading him to your shop. the only person left in the building was you, a young artist sketching on a worn-down ipad to pass the time. since the store wasn’t supposed to be closed for another few hours, long days like this were quiet and boring. 

the next morning he woke up with a beautiful sun tattoo and a golden string lacing his collarbone. it was covered perfectly in a thin wrapping. while his head was searing in pain, and he had the urge to vomit, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror, thinking about what sort of shenanigans he came up with that night.

he made it a habit to run past your window every day. he would bring his dog, snowy, alongside him. his eyes would always lit up every time he saw you through the glass frames, watching as you concentrated hard on a specific design. he liked the way your tongue would likely poke out from the corners of your mouth. he liked the way your body jumped up in glee every time someone walked through those doors, a proud and welcoming smile swallowing up anybody’s darkness.

the two of you bonded more after the broken elevators. he started inviting you over for dinner, whipping up dish after dish to satisfy your starving appetite. your favorite meal from him was a homemade salad, with dressing that was so bright and refreshing, it reminded you of early summer. you learned quickly that phainon adored making salads. 

although phainon swears he hadn’t seen you in the area before, you remember him clearly. from the moment you moved into your new apartment, you saw him walking his dog early in the mornings. when you first opened your shop, he was outside the windows, jogging with earbuds blasting rock music. you’ve always found him cute. your friends, aglaea and anaxagoras thought he was too puppy-like. his white-hair which was roughly combed added to his effortless glam. 

nearing your third anniversary, phainon grew suspicious about the black turtleneck you kept wearing. although it was in the middle of summer, you were still keeping yourself fully clothed. every time he tried to take a peek, you shooed him away. this was painful to him. he loved showering with you. not only did it save on water (it really didn’t), it gave him more of an excuse to be next to you at every hour. now that you were showering alone, he resorted to waiting outside the door, pouting right next to snowy.

the wait was worth it—because by the time you entered the fancy restaurant, he saw a crescent moon on the side of your neck. seeing it in person took his breath away. the steak he ordered was starting to get cold because he couldn’t stop staring at you. it was beautiful. instead of gold ink, it was done in silver. he swears that under these expensive chandeliers, you were practically glowing.

not only were you joined by gold and silver rings, you were also marked in ink.

[dawngazer]

*Ashveil entering his office where you sit on the floor, trying to organize his files*

Ashveil: “Darling, do you have a moment?”

You: “Is it urgent? I’m kind of busy.”

Ashveil: “That depends on your definition of urgent.”

You: “Okay, fine, what’s up?”

Ashveil: “I’ve been stabbed.”

You: “You’ve— wait WHAT?!”

*Ashveil faceplants onto the floor*

(A/N: saw something like this on Pinterest and could imagine Ashveil in this setting so well for some reason 😭)

[dawngazer]

Them as a love interest in a book ♦︎

GN Reader — part 2

Jing Yuan, Boothill, Dr. Ratio

Content warning: war themes

You can find the first part right here ♡ these ones got a lot longer, so I only made three this time.

Jing Yuan

Genre: Historical Fiction, romance

Trope: co-workers(?) to lovers

War is raging and as a General, Jing Yuan is in a tight spot. You see, carrying the weight of numerous lives on one's shoulders wasn't the easiest of things, especially when decisions had to be made at rapid speed sometimes.

You, on the other hand, had only seen Jing Yuan in passing. When the war started, you had signed up as soldier, wanting to fight alongside your comrades. However, you hadn't passed the health check. Cursed heart murmurs.

You were a stubborn one though, so instead of enlisting, you went along with the Voluntary Aid Detachments, working as a nurse along with the other women and men.

The first time you saw Jing Yuan was when you were dispatched to the camp near the frontlines. He was confident, self-assured and somehow always knew what to do. Still, you thought him a bit arrogant.

You hadn't personally talked to him until the day he returned injured from the field, the bullet still stuck in his shoulder. Since all the other nurses were busy tending to other soldiers, the General was left in your care.

Needless to say, the evening ended with many snide remarks and you flicking his forehead once. He laughed at that. You weren't sure how he was able to stay that calm.

Jing Yuan visited the nurses' tent more often after that, nagging at you whenever you were working, finding your reactions priceless. He enjoyed those little interactions, no matter how often you told him to go and do his duties.

And then— BOOM! (everyone please gasp)

The camp is being raided! Enemy soldiers are everywhere!

At that point, Jing Yuan knows that you are too stubborn for your own good and wouldn't leave the wounded soldiers behind even if it costs you your life.

He does not approve. Of you risking your life, that is.

Jing Yuan fights his way through to you, storming into the tent and finding you pressed to the ground by a man holding a gun to your head.

Before you can speak his name, the man above you is made a head shorter and you are being dragged out of the tent.

You had never seen him as furious as in that moment. He is still gentle but his anger was palpable, oozing from him in waves.

Once you have re-grouped with some of the scattered soldiers and were out of immediate danger, he checks you all over for injuries, giving you the scolding of a lifetime.

Afterwards, you accompany him almost all the time. You find solace in each others presence, basking in the moments where you can forget about the horrors of war.

Whenever he is away to fight, you wait anxiously for his return and every time he comes back, the first thing he does is go to see you.

One evening, he takes your hands in his and asks; "When the war is over, will you do me the honour of becoming your husband?"

You cry and almost slap him across the face. (Handling emotions is difficult sometimes okay??)

You say yes of course!

Ending: Happy ending! The war is over, you get an apartment together and (if you are a kids person), you adopt two children who have lost their parents in the war.

(Hooray! You guys got away with a happy ending this time but I was SO 🤏🏻 close to have Jing Yuan die in the trenches and being found with a letter in his pocket with scribbled ideas of how to properly ask you to marry him)

Boothill

Genre: Western drama, romantic sub-plot

Trope: Childhood friends to lovers

Your mother is the owner of the city's most well-known saloons. It was a family business and you always knew that one day, it would belong to you. Thus, you have been helping out ever since you were little, handing out beverages and meals, chipping in into conversations of the regulars (which was the majority of the city, really), and threatening ill-behaved drunkards with the revolver that your mother thought she had hidden better.

Boothill was one of the few children that would accompany his parents to the saloon. It was unavoidable, therefore, that you spent most your time with him and the other kids around your age.

Your mother was reluctant about him, knowing that his family had their gang-business going on. Still, with them keeping the city safe from rouges and paying handsomely in the saloon, she turned a blind eye.

Now, in your early twenties, the business had been handed down to you (not because your mother died but because she simply said she was too old, which she was not, but whatever). Boothill still comes by whenever he isn’t out to collect bounties.

He loves telling you about the bounties. The enemies he faces, the precarious situations, all down to the last detail. You are pretty sure he likes to exaggerate sometimes but enjoy listening to his stories all the same.

The townspeople call you “Boothill’s sweetheart” despite both of you denying any kind of romantic relationship (the townspeople know better).

You visit the farm of his dads once a week. With the products from their farm, they became the most reliable supplicants for the saloon.

Boothill teaches you the way around the farm; taming the horses, tending the cows and sowing the crops. You love those days; spending time with the young man without a care in the world.

You end up confessing first. Bathed in the light of the moon by the lakeside. Your horses grazing behind you and a bonfire burning next to you.

Boothill had never been struck as speechless as he was just then. You can’t help but laugh, which only made the pink on his cheeks much brighter.

He rolls over, hovering above you and shutting you up with his lips on yours.

Ending: Happy ending~ Occasionally, some of Boothill’s targets would try to go after you as revenge, forgetting that you were very well capable of using a gun yourself but it didn’t spare Boothill the momentary panic each time.

I know this setting is rather similar to his actual backstory but Boothill deserves this happy life and it just came so naturally :,)

Dr. Ratio

Genre: Mystery, romantic sub-plot

Trope: “Enemies” to lovers (you guys actually just can’t stand each other at first)

You have met Veritas Ratio in university. You had wondered for a while why so many students seemed to avoid him.

Then you, as one of the top students in your course, stood against him in an academical debate. He had a certain way of making you feel like an insignificant worm within the span of a minute. Then, you knew.

After university, you’ve seen countless scientific articles of his in more areas of expertise than any human could reasonably have so much knowledge about.

Now, years later, you stand in front of the university building again, all because of him.

You’ve established a name for yourself as investigative journalist and for some unknown reasons, that path had led you right back to Veritas.

He was smart, capable, and probably the only person who could help you with your newest investigation. A Gang of criminals was going around town, strewing riddles around that the police wasn’t able to solve.

Veritas found the case to be below his niveau. He tells you as much after you walk into one of the lecture halls after his class has been dismissed (because of course he is now a professor as well).

You argue with him for half an hours as to why the case would be of interest to him, realizing yet again why you were so happy to have been rid of him in the past.

He reluctantly agrees after making sure that it might be up to his standard, saying it had at least the potential of being interesting.

Thus started the most difficult and probably strangest investigation of your life.

You only call each other by your last names.

Arguments between the two of you are almost a constant companion but a part of you appreciates the brain workout. You sneak around places that you should not be having access to, question people involved in the crime cases and look at the clues that the gangsters left in their wake.

You were behind on schedule but getting closer to the goal nevertheless. Veritas notices your nerves flaring with each passing day of no apparent breakthrough, asking about it only because your constant finger-tapping annoys him.

You tell him that your boss was reluctant to give you the case to begin with, saying it was too much to handle for you alone (not minding Ratio),

It happens the day after. Your boss summons you to the office, saying you’ll be taken from the investigation and that you’d need to focus on other articles.

Now, Veritas Ratio was not so happy with that. Sure, he and you had your occasional clashes, but he wasn’t going to let someone with half your IQ rob you of opportunities. He notices then that he might have developed an unreasonable and utterly ridiculous soft spot for you (not that he would admit it).

Your boss, being intimidated by Ratio like every mortal was, let you continue your investigation. And that you do.

He is the one to crack the case in the end.

He says he doesn’t need the extra credits for it because it was simply a brain exercise for him but perhaps it was because he wanted your name being the focus of the article instead.

Your realize that he might not be the worst person to have around and end up coming to him for future investigations a lot.

Ending: Happy ending! Veritas appreciates the clash of wits. He invites you to a private chess duel — which is his equivalent of a bird’s dance to woo a possible partner. It takes an awfully long time for you to get the signal and even longer until you establish a romantic relationship but it’s well on its way!

I hope you enjoyed!

No tragic endings this time (￣^￣)ゞ

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[dawngazer]

Loverboy (GN Reader)

Summary: Ashveil tries to send you the signals that he is madly in love with you but past experiences make you cautious about it.

Word count: 1100

!! Content Warning: implied SA (not by Ashveil)

If you don’t feel comfortable, please skip this one 🙏 This is actually a bit personal for me but I realized that writing it down helps me to come to terms with the situation a bit.

I hope the flow of the story is comprehensible since I wrote it down like a maniac lol

You wouldn’t call yourself oblivious.

You recognized the way Ashveil behaved just a bit differently around you; speaking softer, listening more attentively, staring at you whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice.

People have called it out in front of you, giving you two that “you want to convince me that there is nothing going on between you two??” kind of look.

It wasn’t that you were unaware of those things and their meaning. It was rather that they frightened you. Frightened not of an unknown feeling, but of something you recognized very well and did not want to face again.

Ashveil was a patient man. He hadn’t made any moves besides a seemingly casual hand on the shoulder or comments that could be categorized as flirtatious. He waited for you to be ready, to sort your feelings and not feel overwhelmed.

However, that was the sole problem. You remember the first man you ever thought to have loved. You’ve dared to call it that — love, maybe because you did not know any better or perhaps because you wanted it to be true. With everyone else finding their lovers, why not you too?

The problem that Ashveil did not know existed was simple: he did not make his stance clear and neither had the man you once admired. He had pulled you along, kept you on the hook and you got the same kind of questions as to why you weren’t together already?

Funny, really, how the tides can change. From one moment to the other, the man was gone — with the wind, you’d like to say, but that was only true if the wind bore the name of your best friend.

You recognized the emotional turmoil you were in from back then. It rushed back the evening when you sat together with Ashveil on the floor of his cramped room, discussing case files. Both of you were leaning against the freezer and papers were scattered all around. At some point, he had leaned closer, inspecting something written on the paper you were holding, his hand absentmindedly resting on your thigh.

It was then that it all came rushing back in. The heartbreak, the paroxysm of emotions that led you to making bad decisions. Of agreeing to meet with an old friend on a date because this just might be it and you wouldn’t have to wonder if you were simply not lovable like that.

A bad idea because you should have known that a young man such as himself was apparently not familiar with the word ‘no’ or the clear signal of swatting a wandering hand away one too many times.

Those vile memories kept creeping back up to the surface. It manifested in the ants beneath your skin, the phantom touch of hands roaming where they had no business being.

It was instinct when you wrenched Ashveil’s hand off you. Tears blurred your eyes but not enough to miss the shocked look in his eyes.

A moment of silence passed between you. Your mouth opened and closed, searching for ways to apologize, to explain.

He was faster than you, raising his hands as if in surrender. “I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that. I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable.” He meant it. You could tell it by the concern in his eyes and the way he sat straight like a pillar, ready to move further away.

Your head fell in your hands. Deep breaths. You didn’t want him to see you like that. Least of all making him feel responsible for that kind of reaction. For the Aeon’s sake, you liked Ashveil. You liked him so very much that you would be calling it love yet again if it wasn’t for the fear of misinterpreting him as well.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered for a lack of better words. In your peripheral vision, you saw his hand twitch, about to reach out and pat your head like he so often would. Instead, he let his arms fall slack, not daring to touch you again.

“You don’t have to apologize.” His voice, soft and understanding as it was, made it more difficult to keep the tears from spilling. Ashveil pondered for a moment or two. Then, gentle as a feather’s touch, he said: “You don’t have to tell me anything that you are not ready to discuss. I can wait for you, and if you never want to tell me what is wrong, then that is fine too. But know that I am willing to listen.”

Ah. So he did notice before. No wonder with how closely he has been watching you as of late (and probably the whole detective thing).

You peeked up at him. Ashveil really was the most patient man you had ever met, because only the Aeons know how much time passed until you reached out your hand for him to take. His fingers intertwined with yours instantly and his shoulders visibly dropped in relief.

Perhaps he was right. You should tell someone. Actually talk about it. Pushing away your fear, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and told Ashveil everything. You did so while weeping and clutching his shoulders like your life depended on it.

He didn’t seem to mind. Ashveil held you tight, one hand woven through your hair, the other on your back. You did not dare to look at him but heard when his breath caught in his throat and felt his pulse raising by the neck.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear whenever you needed a moment to catch your breath or stop your tears from choking you.

You stayed that way until you were fast asleep in his arms.

Whatever doubts you had about his sincerity before had all but vanished when you woke up the next morning with him still holding you tight, not having slept a second.

When your emotions had settled a bit more, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. The man tensed, eyes glowing like those of a little kid trying to restrain themselves in front of a pile of candies.

Ashveil waited for you. He was there to catch you when you fell, you realized, staying by your side even when there was nothing for him to gain by it. What happened before would always be something weighing on you, but with Ashveil willing to take some of the weight off your shoulders, it was a little easier.

It took a while but in the end, love wasn’t denied to you after all.

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Book recommendations I give you based on your favorite Honkai Star Rail man ♧

All except for Mindhunter include romance to some extent!

Blade - Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

Anaxa - Heavenly Bodies (Imani Erriu)

Phainon - Once Upon a Broken Heart (Stephanie Garber)

or Blood of Hercules (Jasmine Mas)

Jing Yuan - Tinderbox (Rachel Grant)

Dan Heng - Clockwork Angel (Cassandra Clare)

Ashveil - Sorcery of Thorns (Margaret Rogerson)

or Mindhunter (John E. Douglas & Mark Olshaker; true crime)

Mydei - The Bridge Kingdom (Danielle L. Jensen)

Sunday - Ruby Red (Kerstin Gier)

Boothill - The Promise of Jenny Jones (Maggie Osborne)

or Ace of Shades (Amanda Foody)

A/N: these are all just books that I enjoy and that I think kind of fit the vibe of the character but it might be different for some people ^^

If you have any recommendations, please let me know! I‘m always up for suggestions.

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Their reaction to you complaining about the annoying new co-worker at work ☀︎ GN Reader

Can be read as either platonic or romantic

Boothill, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Phainon, Anaxa

(I apologize in advance for any potential grammatical errors. I really should be asleep rn and my brain is running on wishpower)

Boothill

You have been complaining about the new guy at work for days. He did not have any qualifications for the job aside from the astonishing talent of ‘masculine charms’ that had your boss swooning.

Boothill listened as you raved on about how the man made the work for you and your co-workers so much harder because he didn’t get anything done properly and all but doubled the workload.

He chimes in every now and then, annoyed on your behalf and yapping with you about it like the diva he is.

You decline his offer to hold the man at gunpoint in order to get him off his high horse because you actually do have a slightly stricter moral compass than him.

Perhaps you should have specified that the idea was the problem and not the target because the next day, your boss came in sweating and terrified (the look that people always don when having peeked into the barrel of Boothill’s gun), and declared your co-worker to be fired without notice.

The reason he named was the ‘conspiracy with evil cyborg cowboys’

You had to hold Boothill a lecture later that day but at least the co-worker was gone for good (and your boss discovered a new phobia).

Dr. Ratio

You did not tell Veritas at first. You are well aware of the fact that the man is as rational as any person can reasonably get and starting to stress about the new co-worker would have him jump into an explanation as to why it was unnecessary to get mad about it.

To be honest, it annoys you that you are annoyed by it. You know that getting upset about the situation won’t change anything.

At one point though, you cannot hold it back anymore. It all but explodes out of you; how that woman was bugging you 24/7 on the job, never letting you enough room to even breathe. She would never stop talking, trying to start a conversation even when you were currently on a call with a client.

Veritas listens. He does not say a word until you are finished, letting you speak all that which you could not say before. Then, he snaps his book shut and stares for a moment.

“Don’t even start,” you say, rubbing your temple.

He contemplates for a moment before sighing. “I don’t need to tell you that stressing will not do you any good.” He says it with a straight face but you can tell that he does not want you to let your mood be afflicted by another person.

The next day, he accompanies you to work, saying he still has to grab a few things from the stores nearby. You conveniently see your new co-worker already in front of the building, talking into her phone because does she ever not talk?

Veritas asks her to chat. You never find out what exactly he says to her just then, with him dragging her a few feet away, and his stoic facade never gives anything away, but it is safe to say that the woman is stunned into silence.

You feel almost bad about it because after that, she never speaks to you more than necessary, constantly giving you cautious side-glances.

When you ask him about it, he simply replies: “there is no need to worry about it. The matter is dealt with and the outcome seems to be most adequate.”

Jing Yuan

As a cloud knight, your companions constantly change. Some fall victim to the mara, others die in battle and those that are left usually switch positions once in a while.

You liked the team that you had before. Now, a member had changed to patrol duty and another soldier came to fill the gap.

It is awful. They are nice on a casual level, really. However, they are reckless in combat and have no regards for their comrades when cornered by enemies. You can barely work together like that and Jing Yuan seems to have been noticing your inner struggle about it lately.

You are unsure if telling him the predicament was the right thing to do because you did have a special connection to the general and had no desire to use it for personal gain. However, with the lives of your companions possibly on the line, you hold back no longer and tell him everything.

Only then do you realize how much it has been stressing you. Jing Yuan listens patiently but the tick in his jaw is noticeable.

He’d much rather you would have told him earlier, especially with your life being dependent on it in a way as well.

Jing Yuan gives you a sweet smile and tells you not to worry about it, sending you off without much further ado.

Safe to say, the cloud knight was resigned from duty the following morning.

Phainon

He gasps when you finally spill the tea about the newest addition to your team and his disrespectful behavior.

You notice immediately how much it bothers him that you have to deal with that every day now. He squares his shoulders, furrows his brows and the grip on your hand, despite still being gentle, grows a bit tighter.

Phainon is a very empathic person by design but when it comes to you, it goes beyond having compassion. It gets personal. Needless to say, he feels very much offended at the blatant offense.

When you told him, you didn’t do it so that he would take action but rather because you simply needed to get the words out of your system. You should have known better.

Phainon recognizes how much it is bothering you and that does not sit well with him at all. He is an understanding guy, but when he towers over the dude who dared to openly disrespect you, there is nothing of that gentleness left.

There is no need for insults or throwing hands. The low octave of his voice and a few well-placed words did the trick.

Your co-worker apologizes to you profoundly for his foul behavior, swearing on his family name never to spew such nonsense ever again.

(Meanwhile Phainon stands in the background with a happy smile your way, a thumbs up and an imaginary tail wagging in glee behind him).

Anaxa

Anaxa is the annoying co-worker.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! I got the idea because I actually got a very… well, let’s say unpleasant co-worker a while ago myself ಠ_ಠ

Anyways, have a lovely day/night~

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Them as a love interest in a book ♡ GN reader

Aventurine, Blade, Anaxa, Mydei, Ashveil

Including: fluff, angst (mention of death)

Aventurine

Genre: Sci-Fi romance

Trope: strangers to accomplices for personal gain to lovers.

Your relationship with Aventurine is purely out of convenience at first. Both of you have something the other wants, which leads to you working together.

There is a certain amount of trust that you have to place in one another, for your current predicament could get you imprisoned.

You’re on the run after being set-up by the IPC to pose as sacrificial lamb for a crime that you did not commit, thus making it difficult to believe Aventurine when he says he can help you.

Aventurine would be like Jacks (OUABH), randomly eating apples. Or so you think. Little do you know that he always bites into the apple whenever the urge to kiss you is too strong.

Thought to be betrayal trope! Your position is compromised and you are captured. Aventurine is praised for catching you, just when you thought you really could trust him.

However, he comes to your rescue right after, risking his position by doing so but he doesn’t care ♡

Ending: Happy ending; you mince the IPC to bits and live as free people.

Blade

Genre: Historical romance, fantasy

Trope: He’s your bodyguard

Blade would be a part of the lower class of society, scorned and feared for the self-destructive magic they wield.

You belong to the echelon of wealth and since the assassination attempts on your father have been picking up in quantity, he is worried for your wellbeing and assigns you a bodyguard.

While Blade and his kin are regarded with disdain, your father is practical about it. He recognizes his strengths and finds him a suitable guard for his only child.

Blade does not talk at first. He doesn’t like to be there and finds you annoying at first (especially because you tend to sneak out and that’s a hassle, really).

You grow on him though, all through small actions and the stories you tell him whenever you find the silence too oppressing.

Quite a few instances where he saves your reckless self.

Finally, Blade thinks that he found someone for whom it is worth to keep on living.

However, his mara spikes once and he attacks you, for which he is set for execution by your father.

You try to stop it but end up as collateral damage when his kin start a riot.

Ending: Tragic ending; both die, bleeding out next to each other with promises for a next life.

Anaxa

Genre: Steampunk fantasy, sub-plot romance

Trope: Co-workers to lovers

Anaxa is a renowned alchemist in the city, although everyone kind of finds him strange.

You do too. You find him very odd at first but he gives you a chance as his apprentice which you wouldn’t have gotten elsewhere.

(GN/Male: it’s because you are the child of a peasant and the higher society is still not willing to recognize those in their ranks, Female: it’s because you’re a woman and men don’t think you capable enough, which is why you dress up and act like a man).

Anaxa, of course, knows about your little secret but he doesn’t care enough to even address it. It makes you constantly panic because you still think he doesn’t know.

“Greed is your god, [Anaxa].” He almost laughed at that. “No, [darling]. Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.” (Leigh Bardugo)

Anaxa doesn’t realize that he may has feelings for you until your secret gets revealed. Despite your background, you get proposed to by a noble man and out of fear and pressure, you agree.

Anaxa does not like that. He didn’t realize it before but now that his chaotic lab is so empty in your absence, he realized that in his heart, too, there is something missing.

He crashes the wedding, holds out a hand for you to take and with a way too smug smirk at your former fiancé, he whisks you away.

Ending: Happy ending; you travel with Anaxa in search for whatever he needs for his new experiments but aside from that, you lead a peaceful life.

Mydei

Genre: Fantasy romance, political intrigue

Trope: Enemies to lovers

You hate each other’s guts. He is the heir to the enemy kingdom’s throne while you are promised the crown of your own kingdom. War has been raging on for centuries, so long that nobody even remembers how it started.

You meet him on the battlefield and you end up almost killing each other.

As a third party suddenly starts to become a growing threat against both kingdoms, it is decided to forge an alliance to fight against it.

Now you are constantly in each other’s way. It starts to become a competition on who will be a better leader someday. A clash of wits in strategic meetings, counting defeated enemies on the frontlines and so on.

You get the ball scene. Fancy attires, fleeting glances, a dagger strapped to the thigh and all that.

At some point, you’ll get the “Who did this to you?” ♡

He takes a bullet for you.

To resolve the issue with the third party, you are forced into an arranged marriage with one of their leaders.

Mydei is not amused. Neither are you. But the peace of the kingdoms hold greater weight than a person’s desire.

Ending: Semi-tragic: letters and lasting glances at social gatherings remind you of a time long past and a love that lingers.

Ashveil

Genre: Murder-mystery, True-Crime, romantic sub-plot

Trope: Rivals to lovers

Welcome to Fear City! Or should I say New York in the 70s.

You are an ambitious detective, set on solving the most horrendous of crimes riddling the city. Ashveil on the other hand is a private detective who’ll come and snatch your cases.

No one ever said it out loud but you are in a competition of solving murder cases.

When it becomes clear that several serial killers are on the loose, the two of you strike a deal to share information. While you have access to all the confidential documents on the cases and suspects, Ashveil is not bound by the rules that restrict your actions.

You realize that you make a pretty good team when you set aside the snide remarks and teasing.

When a case gets a bit too personal and you realize that you might be the next target of the killer you’re after, time works against you.

You end up kidnapped. Ashveil knocks down the doors of your superior and all but threatens them into taking action.

After a grueling search, he rescues you out of the clutches of a man whose days are now counted (Ashveil is scary when he gets mad).

Ending: As happy of an ending as a detective gets, with the cases piling up each day. You and Ashveil continue working together though and get married eventually ♡〜（ゝ。∂）

I hope you enjoyed reading! Let me know what you think ^^

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How to tell that they have a crush on you ♡ GN

Phainon, Boothill, Dan-Heng, Aventurine, Blade

Note: this might be a bit ooc, as this is merely how I interpret certain personality traits, backgrounds, etc. and the corresponding actions and thoughts.

Also, this is my first time posting on here ^^ I hope you enjoy it and I’d love to hear what you think!

Phainon

Phainon thinks that his crush on you is a well-kept secret. Emphasis on ‘thinks’, because for all the skills in his repertoire, keeping his affections for you discreet is not one of them.

Phainon is probably the sweetest guy ever. He is the type to remember your every word and take note of all the minute details in your features.

He has about two dozen of silly trinkets at home simply because they reminded him of you in a way that makes absolutely no sense to anyone else.

When he finds something funny, the first thing he does is look at you and see if you laugh as well.

Whenever he finds an excuse to hug you (which is strangely often), it lasts a little too long to be casual. Phainon generally initiates small acts of body contact almost always.

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because be will have taken the time to know you as no one else does.” THIS. This is Phainon (Read Six of Crows btw).

Boothill

Boothill tries to keep you at arm’s length. The dude is thoroughly traumatized and a small part of him is terrified that just as everyone else he’d held dear, you will slip through his fingers and turn to ashes as well.

Whenever you’re in the same room, he will keep close, talk to you a little softer than with everyone else, but as soon as it’s not necessary for him to stick around anymore, he’ll be nowhere to be found.

A part of him longs to keep you close, to shield you from harm and never leave your sight, while the other part of him wants to forget about you simply for the sake of your safety.

Still, if someone looks close enough, they would see him somewhere near you almost always, hiding in the shadows and at a coincidentally convenient distance to shoot someone down who looks at you a little too suspiciously.

Despite that voice in his head telling him to stay away, when you are searching for him, he’ll let you find him.

In other words, it takes a lot of work to get Boothill to the point where he accepts his feelings and even more to get him to stop worrying too much.

Dan-Heng

Dan-Heng is very subtle about his crush. It’s hard to tell whether he’s simply friendly or madly in love. If you know what to look for though, it will become pretty obvious.

Usually, Dan-Heng doesn’t talk too much but with you, he’s wrecking his brain for facts about whatever interests you at the moment that you would surely find intriguing.

He doesn’t want to be a show-off but he does want to impress you with his knowledge.

Dan-Heng is a yearner when it comes down to it. On a daily basis, it’s hard to tell but he would wait thousands of years for you (as we know 👀)

He is the definition of “there is nothing of equal value to me.” (Read OUABH guys).

But most importantly, he lends you his precious books. Everyone knows what’s going on in that instance because letting people use the databank? No problem. But touching the very limited, very old collection of books he treasures like a limb? Never. No one is allowed to do that but himself and now you.

Aventurine

Aventurine is the type to spoil you rotten, it’s not even funny anymore. When you eye something in a shop for a second too long, his spidey-senses tingle and he sweeps the item to the check-out, buying that and ten more of the same kind before you can blink. He’d say it’s the least he could do as ‘a friend’.

He would send you boxes of fine clothes and accessories, finding excuses as to why you definitely need them.

Aventurine would be a pain, actually. Because whenever you would address the fact that he seemed to spoil you about ten times more than anyone else, he would laugh it off and joke about it, calling it silly.

He text you a l o t. Whenever something pops up in his mind, he learns about something intriguing, or he’s simply bored, he’ll go ahead and text you about it. His co-workers kind of hate you because he is always texting in meetings and excuses himself early whenever he wants to take you out to go shopping again.

Whenever he travels, he asks you if you want to come along because he’s sure you’d love to see the places. Again, he would find a way to explain it in a way that made just enough sense to be passing as a platonic favor.

Blade

Similar as with Boothill, Blade would try to keep his distance from you in fear of losing control of the mara and causing you harm.

To be fair, it took ages for him to realize that the annoying buzzing in his heart wasn’t caused by some still-healing wound from where he was (yet again) pierced through the chest with a spear, but instead feelings. Like, actual romantic feelings.

He would be overly sensitive when someone talks about you, staring them down and daring them to say something stupid. It was painstakingly obvious that he did not take well to hearing anything negative directed your way.

He asked Kafka to wipe you from his memory once (to protect you from himself most of all) but it took all but three days until he remembered you again because everything on the streets, every person and building and flower, sparked some kind of memory of you.

A dead giveaway that he has feelings for you is that he keeps the tokens you gave him, keeping something with him at all times because it helps to ground him whenever he feels the mara starting to spike agin.

I hope you enjoyed!

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