Summary: what does it feel like, to fall in love with them?
Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Kafka, Bronya, Serval, Asta x gender neutral reader.
Word count: 1.2 k.
Tags: fluff.
Author’s note: my debut writing for Honkai Star Rail ! I know Jing Yuan hasn’t been released yet, so his part is just personal interpretation; all in all, these are just some sort of little headcanons I wanted to try imagining and writing down, I hope you enjoy <3
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JING YUAN
Falling in love with the Cloud Knight general feels like returning to a home you still hadn’t realized how much you’d longed for.
His calm presence draws you in, a melodious and crackling hearth beckoning you forward in shades of gold and skies at sundown. To stand beside him could be compared to entering a secret forest, where the moon rises as she kisses the dipping sun on the cheek as they meet at dusk. Birds chirp happily, as if revealing the songs your heart likes to play when you are with Jing Yuan, the heat in your cheeks, a manifestation of the firework embers lighting up the starry twilight. The general puts his arm around your shoulders, bringing your form closer to his, fluffy argent hair tickling the side of your neck.
You lean into him, the sunset looks a little brighter when your lover’s lips graze your temple.
And when his big calloused hand intertwines its fingers with yours, you know with him, anywhere is paradise.
DAN HENG
Scarlet maple forests feel more magical underneath the stars.
In the same way, pieces of every story and memory that constitute the wielder of Cloud-Piercer take form before your eyes as you make your way starwards.
Not one for many words or idle conversation, Dan Heng shows you the emotions he conceals to the public in small actions, starlit fragments only the one who dares to rummage between the layers of crimson leaves will uncover. Shielding you from unexpected enemies, helping you up and down the platform of the express, throwing a blanket over your shoulders when you inevitably pass out on the couch after running around with March… And when, still halfway into your realm of dreams, you call his name, a keen eye may spot on the express gurad’s cheeks some of the carmine usually adrift in the breeze in the autumn months.
Then again, if could be just your sleepy imagination…
Perhaps. is the lingering “what if” echoing on your mind.
GEPARD
The steady rock amidst a tumultuous ocean, relentless waves colliding against its silvery surface, time and time again.
Yet the rock does not yield.
Much in the same way the captain of the Silvermane Guards is your white-hot anchor in the blizzard.
No matter how hurt you are, Gepard stays.
No matter how drained and wasted your last breakup left you, his strong arms embrace you, the biting gales futile against his hold.
And maybe, taking notice of your own (and his) feelings might take you a while.
But Gepard Landau’s heart only knows loyalty.
So he waits.
For you to realize, for the sun to finally shine, and mark the path from you to him.
Because argent tends to reflect the skies, and only when the morning star deigns to shine, can the cobblestones tying you together gleam.
You take a step, and you know Gepard Landau is your only destination.
KAFKA
Exhilarating and with “danger” spelled in boldened capitals, that is how romance with the Stellaron’s Hunter feels.
The rational part of you warned you this was a bad idea, yet, as they say, sometimes, the heart wants what it wants.
Freedom prevailed that night, and your lips met the Interastral Peace Corporation’s most wanted’s.
It could have been the drinks you had, against your better judgment, the sweet intoxication of the alcohol in your system and of the temptation of her, a ticking bomb combination.
But caution is thrown to the wind the moment Kafka wraps her priced coat around your shoulders, her lips sensually whispering in your ear, promises of a million idyllic tomorrows together already tangling in the messy yarn ball of your mind.
But who are you to refuse? Or how could anyone, for that matter? When her painted lips envelop yours under the infinity of the firmament?
BRONYA
Dignified, smart, and the picture perfect image of what a heir should be like.
However, what is hidden beyond that icy facade of flawless poise?
Your sweet lover, a girl who enjoys the sound of tranquil nights and hurried steps by morning, someone who lets herself daydream to the faint music coming from Golden Theater.
A beautiful and enchanting contradiction, a storm of opposites you can’t help but get lost in, from the pretty curls of her lucent hair, to her determined gunmetal gaze.
Who would have thought, you think with a tender smile, as your hands run through her steel moonlit tresses, that you’d get to win the heart of the Heir to the Supreme Guardian of Belebog?
Leaving a soft kiss to the crown of her head, you lay down beside her in bed. With a last look out the window at the slate sky, you close your eyes.
The lyrics to a ballad swirl in your mind, probably coming from Golden Theater.
In the dim light, you find your girlfriend’s hand.
That night, Bronya Rand would be the actress in your oneiric plane, her heart, yours alone.
SERVAL
Electrifying and magnetizing, akin to a violet horizon right before a storm. The thunder in the distance makes your every hair stand on end, yet you can’t help longing for something more.
Afternoons helping Serval out at Neverwinter Workshop always end with you sitting before her, wide smile aglow on your features as she picks up her electric guitar. You always loved the way her sapphire eyes sparkled when she talked about this or that new song she was composing, but actually getting to see her perform for you alone… that’s enough to get you giddy.
Her painted nails strum the cords with ease, each of them bending at the workshop owner’s will, as lightning seems to take command of your heart, its thundering pace and the melody she plays seamlessly dancing to the beat of a fervent tango.
As the sky throws its indigo shawl over the lovers, the blonde gazes at you, a pretty (and unusual) rosy tone on her cheeks, a silent inquire for your thoughts about her new piece.
After all, you’re always the first one to hear every new song she comes up with.
ASTA
The girl who used to dream of naming stars after herself finally found a star that will always orbit around the fiery sun she is.
Her crystalline eyes look up from the papers she was sorting out until moments ago, her lips curving up in a crescent not unlike the one she used to observe, when she spots you.
Two cups of coffee in hand, you sit beside her, your head leaning on her shoulder. Your hand catches hers over the table, prompting her to stop the frantic scribbling of her pen.
And the instant her opalescent gaze meets yours, she is breathless, a nebula the color of her hair spreading through her cheeks. Her pen falls out of her grasp, the words she never seems at a loss for, failing her.
As they do every time when it comes to you.
But who could blame her? When she’d trade every galaxy and celestial body in this universe and the next for a millisecond next to you?
The lead researcher of Herta Space Station closes her notepad.
kaedehara kazuha is no stranger to self-loathing. under such a blank exterior, there lies a heart which has been shattered beyond repair; a heart that you have and continue to heal with the love you provide.
kazuha understands. he does.
yet, in his eyes, you are the epitome of perfection. a vessel created in the eyes of a god themselves; what he sees when he looks at you is a star. his star. why is it you look at yourself in such a way? why is it you hate the person he loves, why must you hurt yourself in such a way?
pressing his lips against your forehead, he listens to your cries; with his arms around your waist, kazuha hides you away exactly the way he knows you'd like to be hidden. he holds you close, keeps you safe.
its only when your whimpers silence, when your body stills and your breathing evens out, that he pulls away. all of a sudden, he's too close—he's too close and he's seen too much already, yet you can't bring yourself to pull away.
you're .. tired. exhausted, even. how long had you spent pretending, lying to your loved ones with a smile on your face? this weight that'd been resting on your shoulders for so long is suddenly lifted, there's no more trying, no more lying. not right now.
right now, kazuha holds you close. lets you breathe easy for the first time and hears you out; guilt floods through your system at such a realization, that you'd taken advantage of his kindness, bothered him and ruined his evening with your tears.
despite the voice in the back of your head, the voice that's been mocking you for what feels like centuries, you hold him closer. in this moment, at this time, and only now, kazuha is all yours.
what breaks the silence is kazuha's cooing, a quiet ' shhh, ' that slips out of his mouth when your tears threaten to slip out once again. you feel his hands slide against your skin, comforting; he exhales, slow and steady, urging you to do the same.
when silence reigns over the two of you once again, you find yourself leaning further away from him; desperate. go back to sleep, is what your mind screams at the samurai, yet his grip only tightens.
" ... kazuha. "
" hmmmm ... "
" kazuha .. "
" i know, angel. "
" kazuha .. i'm— " suddenly there are tears rolling down your cheeks once again. " i'm sorry, i— " yet you're silenced, his lips brushing against your skin, calm, composed. kissing your tears away, he pushes your face into his chest.
" there is nothing you should feel sorry for, my love. breathe. "
note. today is the 1st of july, which means it’s mint day! happy, happy birthday to one of the most amazing people i’ve ever met and one of my bestest friends. dearest @sohyuki, this is dedicated to you! i’ll leave the rest of my sappiest messages in our chat. i love you always, mint ♡
(i actually have a bigger project initially planned, but my internet wasn’t cooperating so that’ll have to wait unfortunately. i hope this is enough for the kazuha kisser you are for now!)
In the dead of the night, there are quiet shuffles of blankets and pillows and limbs tangled, skin warm, hands entwined.
Something about this is unreal. You don’t think the gods decided that you are worthy of everything that is in the four corners of this room being offered to you, just within an arm’s reach—but perhaps you don’t want to think about that. Perhaps you don’t need the gods’ judgements on whether you are worthy of anything, because all you ever need is the deity that Kaedehara Kazuha is.
Your house does not shelter gods, and neither do your hands, your palms, your fingers. Deities do not have a place right with you, for you are only human. You are mortal, and Kazuha beats every being with the way he bathes in sunlight in the morning and showers in moonlight at night.
A/N : AAAAHH I KNOW IM NOT DOING REQUESTS BUT I CAN’T HELP BUT WORK ON MY OWN IDEAS— T^T
Inspired by the New Years ep. of Fruits Basket! :)) and a little bit by the song, Home.
note : modern! AU, Husband! Ace
Summary : Having encouraged Ace to go home to spend the new year with his family, you spend this special occasion alone, only for a unexpected visitor to come. Idk
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“Are you positive, [Name]?”
Chuckling a bit at his paranoid persistence, you couldn’t help but smile at him for it. You thought it was cute how much he cared for you.
“Yes, I’m positive. Go spend some time at home with Pops, for the holiday, okay? I’m sure Marco, Thatch and the others miss you.”
Ace pouts as he looks up at the sky, leaning against the stop-sign at the end of the block, the bright moon shining down on him with the lightest snow sprinkling down.
“It’s not too late come with.”
He hums, a softer smile presenting onto his face as he exhales out, the puff of smoke erupting from his lips due to the cold.
You snuggle under your blanket and glance to the picture frame standing on your bedside table. “Tempting, but I’m okay. Go spend it at home with your family, Ace. I’ll see you a couple days after New Years?”
Ace’s soft smile turns a bit bitter and sad as he nods, regardless of you not being able to see it.
“Yeah.. see you after New Years.”
“...”
Unable to hold your smile any longer, you just fidgeted with the brand new ring on your left finger a bit before hearing him again.
“Hey, I love you.”
“Yeah.. I love you... see you.”
With that, you hung up on him and set your phone down, staring blankly in your lap.
Ace, almost sensing the weak and sad tone in your voice, felt his heart break just a little bit as he closed his eyes and brought his phone down dejectedly.
Staring down at his ring wrapped around his finger on his left hand, he glanced at the time on his wrist and sighs once more.
“Time to go.”
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“Home.. the place where I can go.. to take this off my shoulders.. someone take me home..”
Singing the soft tune, your fingers unknowingly grip the picture frame tighter, every note weaker than the last.
Glossy eyes looked down at the photo, seeing a happy family together. Two parents, their children in front of them and bright smiles plastered across their faces.
And in the back, if you flipped it, marked a date. The date of when you last saw them, before the accident. The accident, that costed their lives.
Tears dripped onto the picture frame in your lap, wetting the glass. Sniffles can be heard from you, as you sat in silence in your bed.
“Someone.. take me.. home.”
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“Ace! I’m glad you could make it, it’s been a while since you visited!” Thatch grins widely, patting his shoulder once the raven-haired male entered the home.
“Yeah.. how’ve you been?” Ace, still feeling a bit skeptic of leaving you at home all alone, just plasters the best smile he could to his brother.
“Been great! Where’s your partner? You just got married right? Congrats, by the way.”
“.. they didn’t want to impose so they’re at home.”
“Alone?” A new voice questions, and the two men turn to see another fellow brother, with a pineapple yellow and style hair.
“Marco.” Ace nods, greeting and acknowledging him which Marco does the same. “Your significant other is home alone? They don’t have family?”
“Yeah. They died in an accident a few months ago..” Ace mumbles, sliding off his jacket and Marco exchanged a glance with Thatch.
“Spending New Years all alone without family? Not even any friends?” Thatch frowns softly, pulling away from Ace.
Ace pauses to think a bit, his coat halfway off his arms.
“I can’t imagine what the feeling must be like, having to spent New Years all alone.. going through a new year all by yourself, must be a terrible way to start it off.”
Slowly, realization was filling Ace inside, worry and panic slowly seeping in, as he pulled back on his jacket.
“Spending and going through New Years with family every year, just to experience the first one without them?.. must be heartbreaking.”
Scrambling to zip up his coat, Ace nearly tripped as he ran back over to the front door to pull on his shoes, shocking the two other males.
“Ace? Where are you going?”
“I’m going home!”
With that, Ace pulled open the door and slammed it shut behind him as he began to run. Even if his legs have out or he slipped on ice, he didn’t stop running.
Whitebeard, who was listening from behind the corner, smiles softly to himself at the little plan his two boys Thatch and Marco came up with.
“Clever.” Whitebeard comments, revealing himself to the two.
Not surprised, Marco and Thatch simply smiled and turned to their Pops.
“I didn’t think any of us would allow Ace to spend New Years away from his significant other.” Thatch hums, stretching his arms and let them lay behind his head.
“I’m sure you would have gave him a beating if he actually chose to stay here after leaving them at home alone.” Marco adds, crossing his arms as he smiles softly.
Whitebeard chortles as he turns away. “You’re damn right I would. Leave him be. It won’t hurt to have one New Years without him.”
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Playing the same song on repeat, you were laying down, enjoying the music softly playing in the background and continued to stare at the picture frame above you in your hands.
“Someone take me home... someone take me-“
There was a loud, pounding knock on your door.
Startled, you sat up on your bed and sniffed, wiping any tears that gave yet to dry, and walked over to the door, leaving your room.
The knocking didn’t stop.
“It’s New Year’s Eve....” you mumble to yourself, wondering who the hell was at the door, and finally making it, you pull open the door.
And there he was.
Standing on your porch, right outside your doorway, stood someone you very least expected.
“Ace?”
“Hi..”
Brows furrowed as you watch him standing there, clearly out of breath and covered in the snow that was falling.
“Hi?.. Ace... what are you doing here? I thought you were going home to spend time with—“
Dropping his bag, Ace lunges himself towards you immediately, pressing his lips with yours, cheeks being caressed and cupped by his hands.
Your eyes widen as you stood frozen, still processing what he was doing and what was occurring.
His cold thumbs successfully wiping away at the teardrops that were streaming down your cheeks from your silent crying earlier.
Though his lips were chapped, they weren’t at all cold.
All they gave you was love and warmth, which was more than enough to block out the cold since the door was still wide open.
Soon enough, your arms stretch themselves around his neck desperately, more tears streaming down your wet cheeks as you eagerly kissed him back.
It didn’t take long for Ace to pull away, looking down at your glossy, tear-filled eyes with his lips still centimeters away.
The softest whisper came out as he wiped your tears once more.
“I am home. You are my home.”
And so, he presses his lips against yours once more.
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A/N : AAAAH I THOUGHT THIS WAS CUTEEEE!
okay but Fr, I know the song didn’t make too much sense..? But. I wrote it and I didn’t wanna change it because I’m lazy.
I hope you enjoyed this!! And I’m SO SORRY requests aren’t coming out- TuT
so many small gentlemanly gestures; open doors for you or hold it for you to enter, give you his jacket at the slightest sign of cold or, when you are wearing some shorter clothes and are going to sit down, he gives you his jacket for you to put on your lap to feel more comfortable, he also carries your bags/purses without saying anything.
he never let you overload yourself with anything, so he always takes time out of his day to help you do whatever you need; go to the market and buy groceries for you, putting your clothes in the washing machine, paying that bill you forgot to pay, taking out the trash, helping you tidy your room or the whole house because his feathers are much faster than the two of you together, cook your favorite food and make sure you’re eating well.
he always helps you calm down when you have something important to do; like an important exam. he gently massages your shoulders and leaves occasional light kisses on your neck while saying encouraging words. he also makes you tea and if you want he helps you to review and always tells you how proud he is of you; showering you with kisses and hugs so you know he really means it. he also texts you during the day wishing you good luck.
he has such a unique and pure way of making you laugh; with silly jokes, exaggerated imitations of characters or people you don’t like, tickling you until you’re out of breath, leaving kisses all over your face while holding you as close to him as possible. he just doesn’t like to see his baby sad or bored.
he always makes eye contact with you as you speak; it doesn’t matter if you’re just rambling about your day or telling him some funny story from your childhood, he looks at you intently while caressing your hand. he wants you to know that he is paying attention to everything you are saying, that he is listening to you and everything you say is important to him.
when he needs to leave early because of work, he tucks the blankets around you and leaves a kiss on your forehead, then lightly caresses your cheek and smiles. he prepares your breakfast and leaves a note beside it; an explanation of why he needed to leave early and when he comes back. he also draws two birds on a tree branch with a heart around them both. the biggest bird - that’s him - has heart eyes as he looks at you.
he buys all your favorite things; he ensures that your house always has those favorite beauty products of yours or those sweets you love the most. and he also likes to spoil you; he buys things he thinks you’ll like and things you’ve looked at in the shop window or on the internet. you think he forgot about it, but you’re delightfully surprised to see him with a bright smile as he hands you a gift package when he gets home; he just hugs and kisses you, saying that you deserve so much more than this gift.
he writes important things and puts them on a magnet on the fridge; like birthdays of your mutual friends, date nights —and he puts a heart around the date to demonstrate that it’s your day —and even appointments with dentists or doctors.
he always plans a date for the two of you to have some time together. he plans everything perfectly because he wants you to feel as happy and comfortable as possible, so everything you like and admire the most will be there. and he doesn’t let anything or anyone get in the way of this night, because it’s all dedicated to you and only you.
he loves spending time with you and moments like that are so precious and unique to him. he doesn’t care if you’re just lying down caressing each other while watching some bad movie on netflix or going for a fun walk around town, any time with you is perfect for him.
he can’t sleep without you in his arms; on cold days, he pulls you as close as possible and puts his wings on top of you to warm you as much as possible. he also doesn’t let you get out of bed so easily, he feels so comfortable and warm with you next to him, it’s like a child not wanting to leave his stuffed animal.
he always comes home with something for you; your favorite flower, that book you’ve wanted for a while, your favorite food or candy.. he always wants to please you.
before leaving the house he hugs you tightly, leaving a kiss on the top of your head before taking your face with both hands and kissing your forehead and finally your lips. you have to remind him to go otherwise he will be late; he just can’t stop leaving soft kisses all over your face. and, with a smile, he says “i love you, i’ll be back soon, love” before finally leaving.
he has a necklace with your initials or a heart with a small picture of you inside. and before any mission, he takes the pendant to his lips and kisses it lightly while closing his eyes, because you help him remember why he fights, reminds him why he lives for.
keigo kissin the top of your head n asking if u need any help with anything when youre stressed :(( n then he'll try to help u but he is not booksmart at all sorry babie
They felt the mattress dip as Keigo sat down next to them.
“Not really.”
“Did something happen?”
“No, nothing in particular.”
He paused for a moment.
“How can I help?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you wanna talk?”
“I don’t think so. There are too many thoughts in my head right now.”
“Then talking might be helpful.”
“But it’s so exhausting. I wish I could open my head and just show you what‘s going on in there. It‘s too much to say.”
“Then talk whenever it doesn’t feel as exhausting. I‘ll wait until you‘re ready.”
The room stayed silent for a moment.
“Keigo?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you hold me please?”
Their voice shaking, a mere whimper.
“Of course, come here.”
They climbed onto his lap and wrapped their arms and legs around him. They both sighed as he rubbed their back. They wanted to cry so badly but they were so exhausted from all their overthinking. Instead, they tried to focus on their boyfriend. The way he felt so good against them. Only he could soothe them like this.
“I love you and I’ll always be here for you. Take all the time you need, ‘kay?”
They hummed in response.
After a few minutes, Keigo noticed his partner’s breathing slowing down to a steady rhythm. Very carefully, he removed their limbs from his body and laid them down on their bed. He took one last look at their sleeping face before settling down next to them.
They stirred in their sleep and grabbed a hold of his shirt. He pulled them closer to his chest and moved his hands to rest at their lower back. They inhaled his scent and let it out with a sigh. They then took his hand and grumpily put it on their head. He smiled at their craving for physical affection and started stroking their hair.
“Sleep well, my birdie.”
a/n: this was very rushed but i needed some comfort lol. at least i’m staying true to my bio.
a/n: this is not finished, and just something from my brain. Just very sweet and soft. Enjoy. :)
warnings: none
genre: fluff
paring: hawks x gn! reader
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You laid against Keigo’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, your hands comfortably wrapped around his waist, stomach down in between his legs.
He looked down at you, a soft smile making its way to his face before he even realized. Gently, he lifted one hand, running his fingers along your hair. Gingerly pushing it from your face.
You were moments away from falling asleep, and not fighting it. You were content, comfortable. You felt safe, and in this, you couldn’t help but not fall into slumber pressed against him.
“You are everything that is good in the world.”
It was quiet, soft. But his tone was sure, that was obvious. You almost thought you were dreaming, and if you were more awake you may have been shocked. Keigo wasn’t a very emotionally open man. He was closed off in most ways, he had to be with hero work. Walls had to be put in place, but with you, a lot of those walls had slowly been chipped away. Though even then, you’d never expect him to say something like that outright.
Despite all of this, you couldn’t manage to think that deeply about it. Your prolonged silence begged Keigo to wonder if he’d said something he shouldn’t have, or if you were already fast asleep.
But then you chuckled, gently. And it made Keigo’s whole body warm and fuzzy in the best of ways. “You are too, y’know.” You mumbled sleepily. Keigo was silent. Partially because you were asleep, and partially because he couldn’t even begin to imagine what he did to deserve you.
He stared down at you, and tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he thought of just how much he loved you. It seemed to grab his heart in his chest, make his body tight and his cheeks hurt from smiling. You glanced up, blinking away the sleep in your eyes. Reaching up, you gently placed your hands on either side of his face, staring at him worryingly.
“Keigo? Love, what’s wrong?”
He reached up and placed his hands over yours, leaning into your touch.
