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ʚɞ All this running around, tryin' to cover my shadow ʚɞ

⚘ Pairings: Elio x Reader

⚘ Summery: Years after years, you've chased after a man who was nothing a shadow— a figure formed in the words of the Stellaron Hunters. Empty trails, false hopes and in the end, you'd been led to this sinkhole of filthy money and work disguised as a café. All to meet him— Elio, of the Stellaron Hunters. What you thought would be an interrogation, turned out to be an invitation to the end.

⚘ Tags: SFW, long fic, written before anything is known about him, Galaxy Ranger!Reader, themes of mind games and justice, kinda criminal x detective trope, Elio's words are ambiguous, possible one sided pining, romantic (?) tension, he's lowk a freak

⚘ A/N: did i have to sneak in sprinkles of Ashveil? Yes. Uhhh hopefully that is Elio pls i want this to be Elio, uhhhh back to Ashveil

#❀࿐ the bride writes #honkai star rail x reader #hsr fluff #hsr x reader #elio x reader #elio x you #hsr elio #stellaron hunters x reader

Ughhh now I can only imagine how the infamous Elio would be as a yandere. Please tell me I’m not the only one! He would be the scariest by far. We don’t know much of his personality yet, but with only his powers he is terrifying.

I am in love with his design. He is so beautiful. Also did anyone notice how his eyes have the same symbols as the Aeons symbol? That’s interesting

Edit: I now write for Elio!

#lavandula rambles <3 #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #Elio x reader #yandere Elio

"you want me to fix you but it's never enough."

᯽ elio x lord ravager! reader ᯽ or: the two of you are scared to admit that maybe, despite and after everything, soulmates never die. ᯽ Tags: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Brief Mentions of Violence, Pre Elio's release, Elio is yearnatron 50 000 over here, reader is a bitch to Elio, it's the cosmic situationship of my dreams

This could all be very wrong. I saw one maybe clip of Elio and lost my entire shit. Good lord, I am so predictable. Enjoy my early Elio speculation and hopefully *fingers crossed* Hoyo doesn't shoot me down entirely.

Elio didn't lose his ability to feel fear, not in the way Kafka's people had. But it was hard to continue to feel anything when you knew what was going to happen next. He supposed that's what was to be expected when you had seer abilities. He was thankful for the ability at times, but it removed the joy of life– of experiencing the unknown for the first time.

He didn't just lose the ability to feel fear, he lost the ability to feel at all.

(Or so what he likes to tell himself. There are moments where his old self rears its naive head at times. On nights where he laid in bed, looking up at the stars that you adored. It's a shame that you're so hellbent on destroying another precious memory of his.)

He wandered the cosmos, collecting misfits like him to carry out Terminus' will. It wasn't what he imagined he would do as a child, bright-eyed at what the future held for him. He chuckled thinking about his childhood musings. How he wished he could reverse the hour glass to that moment. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you along the way.

"Oh, isn't this rich? Destiny's Whore has graced me with his presence again."

"Darling, could you please put down your sword?" Elio didn't need to turn around to know who's voice was mocking him and whose sword was pointed at the back of his neck. It was the only sound that could make his cold heart race ever so slightly. There was no other pain like mourning someone who stood in front of you.

"I should end you for speaking with such careless longing," you snarked, pushing the lip of your sword into his neck. Thankfully, the fabric of his hoodie was durable enough to prevent you from piercing skin, but he knew that even a twitch of your hand would be enough to have his head rolling. Literally.

"No, you wouldn't." Elio turned around to face you. You had changed over the years, the muscles became more defined, the scars have accumulated, and your face etched into a permanent scowl. But your eyes still remained the same. Still so full of life and passion, like they could birth a new universe for you to care for.

Tragic it was, where he once found boundless love, all that remained was unfiltered rage.

What did he expect from the Ravager tasked with the goal of destroying Finality.

"You're lucky that for reasons I cannot comprehend, Nanook wants you alive," you threatened, pulling your sword away from him and into the ground. You leaned against while crossing your arms, and it took quite a bit of self-restraint on his end to not lean against you. Elio didn't realize how much he relied on you, your heart and your physical presence until he had to live without it.

You looked over him for the first time during this encounter, eye stopping when you traced the edge of his clothing.

"You're still wearing the hoodie I got you?" you smirked, the closest thing to a smile that he's seen from you in years. You had bought this for him years ago, and he often went to sleep having it on. Somehow, your perfume and scent had failed to fade from the fabric. One of the few blessings he's been given in his long life.

"It's quite durable," he responded, carefully taking a step closer. If he's lucky, maybe he'd be able to get waft of your scent again. It probably has changed over the years, but if he's lucky, it wouldn't have changed it all. "You always had an eye for picking out good fabrics."

"Perhaps, but who knew that Destiny's Whore needed a blanket to cling on to like a child," you scoffed. You leaned into him and he hoped that you were as pathetic as he was, hoping that you wanted to feel his warmth after all this time.

Elio's body wasn't the gentle source of heat it was when he was still mostly human. He traded that for a body of ice and a lifetime of scheming.

"Why do you still do this to yourself?" Your voice softened a fraction, and he clung onto that change like a lifeline. "I am not the person you fell in love with, not anymore."

"Perhaps, but that doesn't stop me from hoping all the same." For all his need to control the variables of the universe, he refused to learn your fate, despite Terminus's words whispering to him. Out of respect for you and to the hope that maybe one day, you would fall back into his arms. Or maybe you won't. Schrödinger's hope is what kept him going this long.

Before you could open your mouth to insult him again, his comms went off. Looks like Kafka and Sam were able to get the information they needed.

"Go, looks like your little hunters need you." You turned away, looking back at him one last time. "Next time, I won't hesitate, sweet angel."

And then you were gone again. The only evidence of your existence was the dent where your sword rested, and the ache in his heart that grew whenever he thought of you.

#elio x reader #elio x y/n #elio hsr #elio #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail #guys please ignore me im so in love with him <- she hardly knows him #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

Imagine the Stelleron Hunters with a reader that’s a part of them.

But instead of reader having a physical body, their entire existence is virtual and all online?

Like reader can still communicate with the hunters and help them, but they can only do it if the hunter’s are using their phone or some sort of technology.

Reader can be like a sort of hacker (like Silverwolf) but more advanced cause they’re literally in whatever kind of tech they want to be in.

Since the Star Rail universe is a universe dominated by technology, reader would be having a field day.

The hunters are facing against technological advances enemies? Reader can hack into their system and defeat them as the Hunters go continue their scripts without a problem.

And for when Firefly is in reality and she’s in that pod, Reader can help Silverwolf with keeping Firefly alive.

If one Hunter is by themself on a mission, they have reader to accompany them.

For both Kafka and Firefly, it’d be nice and fun. They have someone to talk to throughout their mission and with Reader’s skills, nearly everything would be a breeze.

For Blade, he might not care? He’ll indulge them and have fun a little with Reader (although he won’t show it cuz of that funny nonchalant look he puts on). If Reader wants to see something or maybe do something (whatever is allowed with their circumstances), Blade would quietly let them do it as he’s watching their back.

For Silverwolf… I think it would be more of a competition than anything. Oh, there’s something to hack? Let’s see who hacks it first! The winner gets to boss the loser, they would say to each other.

Despite this very obvious rivalry, they still deeply care for one another. Like Blade, Silverwolf would indulge Reader’s whims and wishes. Sometimes, she might even join in herself.

But I can’t really think of something for Elio.

Perhaps Reader could be a huge help when it comes to strategy and stuff? It would be a help for Elio and the rest of the Hunters.

But since I’m remembering Silverwolf’s trailer when Kafka messaged her to tell her that Elio foresaw Silverwolf losing and going out of his way to tell Kafka, I feel like he might secretly be a little playful too?

Of course, I doubt this cuz he looks so serious in the animation trailer. But I really like the idea of serious men being secretly playful and funny, so I might keep this headcanon.

Here and there, occasionally, Reader can mess with his clothes??

Not like that! From the trailer, his clothes seemed to be full of LED lights (or some type of technological lights), so Reader can freely mess with what color is visible.

He’s with the other hunters in his human form? Reader can change the color to like pink or smth. It’d be a little embarrassing for him (I think), but they’ll —Elio and the Hunters— get used to it cuz it happens frequently.

In retaliation, Elio could have it so that Reader can’t travel with the Hunters with their phone. I mean… why would Reader travel with them if he needs to get his revenge?

Reader can stay with him and help him with tasks like cleaning (controlling a robot vacuum), cleaning the dishes (controlling the dishwasher), etc.

That should teach them to not do that again, Elio might tell himself.

The Puppet and Fae

Elio x fae! Reader

A fae who leaves their home in favor of following the man with puppet strings attached to him. How interesting is that

Loosely based off a Dryad fae and POC reader but can be read as anything else

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, mentions of plantations and slavery

There was a certain man that had intrigued you many a times. When you could feel that tug of a string, feeling it bring you forward, closer, until you saw him. That man that was tied down by the world, his strings originating from beyond the skies.

He was fascinating. A man who knows everything that can and will happen, yet sits back to watch. Guides, but only when he truly has to. Never clearly points in the direction, but gestures vaguely and waits.

You don’t remember the day nor year you met him, it did not matter. What you remembered was that strange puppet of a man walking into your forest without a hint of fear on his face. There weren’t any emotions on his face, as a matter of fact. All he did was trek on, not even moving the leaves out of the way, for the wind blew them out of his path. He did not step on the sticks and leaves, they had rolled or had broken in the exact position his feet would land.

Back then, you had followed him through the branches and trees, your steps melting into each bark of wood and greenery. You were silent, you knew, because all that came after you was silence.

And yet, that strange man had stopped in the middle of a clearing, turned his head upwards towards his right, and saw you.

Somehow, he spotted you despite how much you blended into the trees. Your skin rough with the rings of the dark trees, your hair curled and coiled with bushes that would change with the seasons. In any other eyes, human or not, you would not be spotted. But he caught you. He caught your glowing eyes that swirled with the sunset and change of the sky.

All he did was stare that day. Made you look into those eyes with time swirling in those pupils, with names moving and changing, glowing and dimming.

Sometimes, you wandered with that man, walking among the stars and milky ways beside him. He would never give himself away, not to you, as frustrating as it was. Over a time, you had grown bored of trying to figure him out, and instead let yourself be known.

“So quiet,” you hung upside down on one of the many vines of the planet you were currently on. In the distance was dirt and soil that you could not cross upon, it would dry to out much too quickly. “You never tell me, silent one, who you are no matter how much I ask.”

The man was, of course, silent.

You sighed, the leaves of the vine growing over the bark of your legs. In your boredom, you had told him your name, a dangerous thing. Yet, knowing him, it held no value. He had probably known what it was ages ago.

“This place is familiar,” You mumbled, turning from the dirt road ahead to the fields of people working behind you. All coated in dirt and the sweltering sun. You had no idea how the man could wear those clothes in such heat, but you did not ask.

“Those songs…” Your darkened feet hit the soft grass, feeling it bend against your soles. “A guide for the souls who free themselves, I remember.”

His eyes shifted over your being.

“I helped them, I remember.” You walked around the man, your head tilted hard enough that leaves fluttered to the ground, “I held those hands and guided them during the night, when the lights were searching and the dogs sniffed out their scents. Those evil people… I remember.”

When you trailed behind that group of people, making sure none strayed from the path you had made for them. All would thank you went you helped them to the river, giving you golden bands and charms that now decorated your limbs.

“I remember.” The tone of your voice became strained as you remembered the sight of the emblems on uniforms, the guns they held, the yellow glow of their cowardly, faceless selves.

“What you want is beyond vengeance,” that man had spoken, for once in the time you knew him.

“Yes,” he knew what you desired already. “Freedom.”

“You want to change the system.” He corrected. You nodded.

The man moved close enough that you could hear his heartbeat in those human-like ribs of his. “My name is Elio.”

Elio.

Since that day, you had started to officially travel with the man— with Elio. He had called you a Stellaron Hunter, and gave you the necessary items as a follower of Destiny’s Slave.

Yet, you were not a fan of certain… items that had to be on your body. Clothes, Elio called them.

“Must I?” You grumbled as you poked at the fabric, “It looks constricting.”

“It’s necessary for travel.” The white haired man crossed his arms, leaning against the counter of the hotel you two were staying at on this world.

“Inconvenient.”

“Public indecency is illegal on almost all planets.”

“Almost.” You pointed out.

“It’s illegal on the planets we’re traveling to.” He pushed himself off the marble, taking the outfits and holding your arm, “Put it on.”

“I will not.”

“I’ll make you.”

“You cannot.” He can actually. You didn’t realize how strong Elio actually was until he had to wrestle you to the ground to get you to put on your clothing. In any other human eyes, it was embarrassing. But neither of you were human, it was just a matter of pure stubbornness. He won, unfortunately, and refused to let you live it down.

He had recruited other hunters like yourself. Well, like yourself in the aspect of being a hunter, they were completely different from you in every way.

There was a woman named Kafka who could not feel fear, yet was told she was great at it.

There was a man who named himself Blade that was promised death to himself and everything he hates.

A woman named Firefly who would be helped to defy her fate and earn a second chance at the life she deserved.

And a woman named Silver Wolf who could even defy the script that was said to be immovable.

And a man who walked in silence, carrying his duties with obedience and an unknown future.

It was an interesting dynamic as you came to know these people and slowly began to grow closer together. In a way, you all could be seen as a family. Never in the traditional sense, but in a sense that you can and will give your life for them.

Even Eilo, no matter how many times he refuses to talk, you— somehow— managed to become close to him. Close enough that the other hunters would ask you for a favor because they know that Elio would consider your request over theirs.

“We’re home!” Firefly announced as she and Silver Wolf walked into the large house Elio had gotten for you. Silver Wolf only mumbled a hello, blowing her bubble gum and paying attention to her game instead.

Except your hissing caught their attention, and they looked to their left to see you perched on the top of the bookshelf, hissing down at Elio— who seemed to want to strangle you with his bare hands.

“Get down here and put this on.” He demanded.

“No!” You threw a book at the man. The black cat that had walked nearby screeched and hissed back at you when it was almost hit, you threw down a vase at it and watched it scurry off. “I am not wearing that wretched thing!”

The wretched thing in question was a nice outfit meant for formal occasions. It was layered and very, very nice. It more than likely cost a lot of money. Not that you cared.

Kafka and Blade watched from the back, sipping their tea.

“Uh, I think you should—” Firefly approached the bookshelf, going to get you down until your branches clung onto the ceiling and you hung upside down.

“Ah! Y-You’re naked!” She quickly covered her eyes, her face exploding in red. Silver Wolf looked up and groaned, turning away. Blade shook his head and opted for getting out of that room. Kafka only laughed.

“Go put some clothes on!”

“They’re restricting! I am not supposed to put all of that dastardly fabric on my body!”

“It’s indecent.” Elio gritted his teeth.

“Kiss my ass.”

“Since when did you learn human phrases like that?” Kafka asked, seeing the book on the coffee table that was titled ‘Insults for the people you don’t want to deal with.’ “Ah.”

“Get down from there,” Elio pointed to the floor.

“No!”

It had taken three hours to get you off the ceiling, and none of them wanted to deal with the many holes thanks to your branches. That was a problem for another day.

Elio was in your room, fixing the outfit he had for you and started to lace up the back. You heaved a breath, “It’s too tight.”

“I haven’t fully laced it.”

“I don’t like it.”

“I know.” He said as he finished putting the last lace through, lightly tugging and making sure the corset was secure.

“Must I do this?” You asked.

“You’re the most qualified person for this job.” He stood in front of you, running his hands through your leafy hair and taking out anything that was too loose. Be it sticks, other leaves, or branches.

“You have an ulterior motive.” You pouted, closing your eyes when he had grabbed eyeliner, holding your jaw steady as he went over your lid.

“I do.”

“Is it something that I’ll like?”

“It depends.”

You grumbled as he moved onto your other eye, “Can’t you come with me?”

“No.” You sighed at his answer, letting him finish up with making sure you were presentable for this gala he was sending you to. “You already know what the script entails, I prefer you don’t act outside of it.”

“And if I do?”

“You won’t.”

“You have too much faith.” The branches around your neck rubbed together in satisfaction when he kissed you, the humming sound echoing in the quiet room.

“It’s not faith.”

“It’s never faith.” You ran your hands through his messy white hair, brushed your knuckles against his cheek, and let him go. “I’ll be back soon. Hopefully.”

“I’ll give you flowers to eat when you return.”

“I’ll be very quick.”

A/N: This was a pretty simple story. Kind of on the romance aspect but not really, I actually like this concept a lot. I didn’t know what specific fae to use so it’s loosely based off a Dryad

#honkai star rail #hsr #elio hsr #elio x reader #hsr x reader

Elio, how does it feel that people thought you were a cat??

*holds the mic up*

Elio: “It was amusing to me. I suppose I could give the masses what they want…

…

…meow.”

there's something so distinctly unnerving about elio that it's hard to talk to him for more than absolutely necessary.

seeing the future is unsettling enough; he knows more about you than you ever will, and something about that fact is chilling to the core for most intelligent lifeforms. but more than that, its the way he seems so..detached.

like an observer, so utterly anhedonic and apathetic. there is a smile on his face but it isn't there. he doesn't live in this future alone-- he lives in several, all it once, like a spider in its web. and why would he focus on one particular strand when there were so, so many others to observe, to control and to weave?

he claims that you appear in every future of his, right beside him. you doubt it, but you weren't blessed with finality's gaze like him, so you can't confirm your suspicion.

he reads you hymns from the ancients, prayers from the future and poems from the present. only when he is talking to you does he seem tethered to this reality. there is a sensitivity to his tone, a hunger in his touch and a need in his voice that no one else can bring out.

you aren't sure why he is the way he is. but your current hypothesis is that living in the future makes one blind to the present.

so maybe he is right. maybe you do appear in his futures. after all, a slave like him, a slave of destiny, would never be able to see beyond his master's gaze.

#elio #elio hsr #elio honkai star rail #elio x reader #elio hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #order's up!

Car Mechanic

A/N - this is old lol

Info - oral for favours, MLM, oral (male and male), dirt kink, based in London, Elio’s POV, cocky male, a little dom and sub, praise kink, a little feminisation, sloppy toppy, cumming in pants