himewelt a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency
CW: violence, major injury & blood
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The Voidrangers just wouldn't stop coming.
Welt struggled to get up, his leg shattered and twisted at a sickening angle behind him. Blood ran thick down the side of his face, welled up in his throat; he spat a mouthful of it to the ground before slamming his cane to the dirt in a bid to slow the oncoming rush. "Himeko, you've got to run!" he screamed.
"And leave you alone to die?!" Himeko's arm hung uselessly at her side; she swung her suitcase, sending another barrage of fire from her deployed satellite. Help wasn't coming, not with the scores of dead soldiers around them. "I'm not leaving you-"
"Himeko, watch out!"
A shadow fell over her. The flash of metal as a Trampler raised its hooves. She whirled around- too slow, far too slow, she wasn't going to make it-
"Stand down!"
Screaming. A burst of scarlet light. Welt, hovering mid-air, gravity crackling about him like lightning, hands flared out and veins throbbing in his temples. Welt, eyes glowing red and bloody teeth bared in a snarl, physically tearing the space around them open, instantly crushing the massive horde in a black hole-
-and the second the danger had passed, he plummeted to the ground with a sickening crack and went still.
"Welt!"
She dragged herself to him, desperation drowning out the agony of her wrenched ankle and ruined arm. "Welt," she begged. His chest rose and fell in shallow, slow breaths. She laid her good hand on his cheek, afraid to shake him. "Welt, answer me! Please!"
His chest rose and fell once more. "Did I... get them all?" he rasped, cracking one eye open.
A little sob escaped her; tears beginning to fall, she knelt and covered his lips with her own, over and over again, ignoring the taste of salt and metal to drive home her desperation. "Don't ever do that again," she breathed in between kisses. "Never again, you hear me?"
Welt kissed her back, once, the movement faint. "No promises," he whispered.
His eyes slid closed. His breathing steadied, heart still beating in his chest. Alive. Alive.
Behind them, the steady thumping of footsteps racing towards them. Shouts for medical staff. Apologies and frantic movement- rescue, coming far too late.
Himeko pressed one last kiss to Welt's bloodied mouth before struggling to her feet, letting the medics swarm around his broken body.
I don’t really enjoy it normally. Like I can roll, but it doesn’t really grab me in a “well they’re the mom and dad of the express :)” kind of way
But I do like it in a really really specific way
Which is namely established Voidwelt. Then Void fucking leaves. Himeko hates Welt’s boyfriend. She steps up bc his boyfriend sucks. Himeko wasn’t exactly PLANNING on dating Welt but he is her skrungly you see. And Welt attracts dubious blonde men like flies to honey.
Himeko voice “please please do not go back to that guy if he comes back”
Also the idea of the absolute Rancid Icy vibes between VA and Himeko if the former returns while Welt futilely tries to keep the peace makes me laugh
y'know, it really is true that a lot can change you in 1 year.
1 year ago, I was stuck in school, reflecting on how monumentally BADLY America had screwed itself.
1 year later, I am stuck in school, fully submerging myself in the fictional pairing known as HimeWelt.
I NEED HELP, THIS IS GOING TO CONSUME MY MIND-
i want it to so, so badly.
NO BUT REALLY, THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE SHIP OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could just go on & on & on & on & ON about my love for these two! I mean this! I-I may or may not have maybe the biggest crush on Himeko probably ever... & Welt Yang is legitmately the most-coolest (definitely a real word) character of all miHoYo.
honkai star rail ship poll except I just finished jarilo-vi and it's only ships I like
fuck it, opinions time
bronya/seele
serval/natasha
gepard/sampo
himeko/mr yang
trailblazer/dan heng
Voting ended onMar 28, 2025
shitty propaganda below the cut
bronya/seele: this is THE yuri. if you don't ship it, even a little, I don't trust you.
serval/natasha: serval already had her toxic yuri situationship with cocolia but I think natasha could heal her both physically and mentally.
gepard/sampo: I have not seen them meet in canon but my friend has assured me they do. also it would be so fucking funny.
himeko/mr yang: mom and dad of the astral express. I barely know anything about them but their dynamic is so cute to me.
trailblazer/dan heng: I picked stelle but I think the trailblazer in either form is a bisexual menace, as is dan heng. he was literally gonna give us mouth-to-mouth. also trailblazer is the player character and I'm basic and think dan heng is hot.
last fic from wednesday that i forgot to post here: i wrote some himeko/welt because express mom and dad are very important to me :)
The Stars Have No Answers [LINK]
Honkai: Star Rail, Himeko/Welt Yang (rated G, 668 words)
Fluff, hurt/comfort, late night conversations, soft, light Amphoreus spoilers
Himeko swallows, lifting the mug to her lips to take another sip of coffee. It’s gone cold by now, but she doesn’t care, body moving on autopilot as if by focusing her mind on something else she could block out the fear.
But another pair of hands comes to rest on her own before the mug reaches her lips. The warmth of the touch spreads, and Himeko sighs deeply as the hand gently coaxes the drink out of her hand.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Welt says softly, his brow furrowing. “It’s late.”
Himeko, a well-respected engineer, is horribly single and March won't have it. During Himeko's stay in town, her young friend sends a painter over to do Himeko's portrait commission to launch her search for a suitor.
Her heels stopped as Himeko's reminiscing stopped short as realization dawned on her. She has given no thought to her courting life whatsoever. Thinking back.... yes.... most of the people she knew have married, maybe had one or two children already... The last doctor she visited; she was talking about her upcoming marriage with her childhood friend as well.
Maybe it was just her–Maybe it was just her who neglected love.
Read the rest on AO3 or continue down below :3 (1,701 words)
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The birds whistling in the trees, their melodies carried through the wind, was the only solace Himeko could find as she paced back and forth in the room.
The engineer sighed which did nothing to alleviate her nerves. Why was she here again??
"What?? An elegant and wonderful woman like you is still single??? Unacceptable!" Himeko grimaced at the memory, of a conversation she had with Miss March 7th a few days ago. Working from a young age, Himeko was quickly recognized as a talent in her field. Being high in demand meant she traveled to many regions, only staying up to a few months at a time before she was called to somewhere else.
Just a few days prior, Himeko had the pleasantry of having a long-awaited tea time with March, a long-time friend she met from one of her travels. The pink-haired maiden was quite chatty but Himeko didn't mind. It was always nice to collect more intel. One topic led to another, and soon March was going off about the various love lives of the people in town, lamenting the lack of her own. "If I were as beautiful as you, I'm absolutely sure I still won't be single today..."
Himeko took a sip of her team and casually hummed in response. "But I've always been single."
"W H A T ? ? ?"
As birds fled the scene and tea split across the tablecloth, Himeko smiled, painfully, full of regret. Wasting no time at all, March packed her things, yelling. "STAY IN TOWN FOR ANOTHER WEEK!! I'LL SEND A PAINTER OVER AND GIVE YOU THE DETAILS LATER. DON'T WORRY I'LL PAAAAAAAAY!!"
Click click.
Her heels stopped as Himeko's reminiscing stopped short as realization dawned on her. She has given no thought to her courting life whatsoever. Thinking back.... yes.... most of the people she knew have married, maybe had one or two children already... The last doctor she visited, she was talking about her upcoming marriage with her childhood friend as well.
Maybe it was just her–
Maybe it was just her who neglected love.
Himeko sighed into her hands. Dropping back into a lounge chair, she pondered whether if this was the right decision. Any moment now, the person who would come paint her portrait would be here. That portrait will then have copies made of it to be distributed to potential suitors. There would be no more backing out of this... Was this what she really wante–
Knock knock knock.
Himeko dashed to the door.
Right before getting the door handle, Himeko brushed a stray hair from her face, hoping she fixed it properly. When she finally swung the door open, she smiled. "Greetings!"
"......."
Himeko blinked. The man in front of her, carrying all sorts of equipment by himself, had his vision blocked by a large empty canvas. "Greetings, miss." Came a somewhat muffled but gentle voice. "I-I must sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting. I'll begin setting up immediately."
"Oh– You are quite alright–" Himeko's smile began to morph into an amused grin. "In fact, here." She reached out and grabbed the canvas from the man so it would no longer obstruct his view and cause an accident. Catching her faint reflection all of a sudden in a pair of glasses, her heart skipped a beat.
Hidden behind the canvas was the warmest smile Himeko had ever seen.
"You're too kind, miss. I'll take the canvas from your hands shortly."
Himeko nodded, afraid that if she spoke her words would stumble.
The brown-haired painter introduced himself as Welt Yang, an acquaintance of March's. Anyone could tell that his gestures and wording were all carefully chosen to make people comfortable around him, a fact that Himeko noticed when she started to feel strangely relaxed around this complete stranger.
As Himeko observed Welt's kit, she felt compelled to ask what each tool did to satiate this newfound curiosity. Ten minutes had passed since she was asked to sit down in a relaxed pose to start the initial sketch. Silence passed between them but Himeko could only concentrate on sitting as still as possible.
"Is there something you'd like to ask, Miss Himeko?"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to interrupt your work!"
Welt chuckled as he put another stroke on the canvas then poked his head out from the side to face her. "Nonsense. Getting to interact with you will help me better capture your essence. You can still move slightly."
Fighting back a blush rising to her cheeks, Himeko quietly cleared her throat. "I was just curious about the tools you brought. The ones in the corner of the box. They look like knives?"
"Ah, yes! Those are scrapers, also known as knives." Himeko slightly tilted her head. Welt had suddenly become... much more animated. "There are a variety of uses for them. I mainly use the paint knives to mix or apply a large amount of paint."
Himeko nodded. "I see...! I was wondering if you were also a part-time chef perhaps."
Another series of chuckles came from behind the canvas. "We mustn't waste an ounce of utility. Are you a cook, Miss Himeko?"
"I'm an engineer, mostly,,,"
"Mostly?"
Himeko cleared her throat once more. Why was she getting all shy for? "I say mostly because... I like to dabble in inventing here and there."
The scratching on the canvas stopped and Welt turned to fully face the red-haired woman. Himeko could have sworn his eyes were sparkling. "Inventing, you say? How wonderful! Please, do tell me more. Talk my ear off."
The giggle she had tried to suppress before escaped. Himeko had a few minutes to explain one of her latest experiments before they had to close the session due to the decreasing sunlight. Promising that she would divulge more details tomorrow, Welt said his goodbyes.
The next day was about the same. Coming in a bit earlier to take advantage of the natural daylight, or so Himeko believed to be Welt's reasoning, the friendly banter they had every day to pass the time put a genuine joy in Himeko's heart. Even people who had worked with her had never been as attentive a listener as the painter. As many questions she asked him, he would ask just as many in return. There were even times Himeko had talked will her mouth went dry, something that didn't go unnoticed by Welt who would pour them both a cup of tea.
"I'm much more of a coffee person, I just never said anything."
"Wh– I– Miss Himeko! You should have told me..."
She giggled but placed the empty tea cup on the table next to her. It was the last day and the painting was almost finished. All they had to do was finish up some of the last details before the painting would be sent out to be copied. It was too bad... She was just starting to get used to this but it wasn't like she was going to be staying for long anyway.
"Ah. If you could please stay still for this. The light is hitting your eyes just right and I want to adjust the painting a bit." Welt had a look of serious concentration on his face as he matched the colors as best as he could to the real-life beauty. Doing as the painter requested, Himeko relaxed her shoulders and stayed in place.
Just then, a piece of hair fell in front of her face.
"Oh– I'm sorry–"
With a reassuring smile, Welt waved at her. "It's not a problem. If you'll allow me, I'll move it for you."
Himeko really froze this time. "O-Of course."
As his steps neared, the pounding inside her chest grew louder. Ducking down to carefully adjust the stray lock, Welt lightly used his pinky and ring finger to lift it away from Himeko's face, making sure it would not fall again and hide her eyes from the light of the midday sun streaming through the glass window panes. "......."
"Um– Mister Welt?"
"Hm? Ah! Yes! I-It's all fine now. Is it comfortable?"
"......." Himeko pondered for a moment, looking at the painter from below. His amber gaze was as warm as ever. "I think... it needs to be brushed back a little more."
"Understood."
He runs the same two fingers atop her ear on the side of her head, making sure to rid Himeko of any discomfort, before straightening up again. "I hope that's better."
"Yes, thank you." Himeko smiled. For some reason, Welt's steps back to his seat were a bit stiffer than before. A few more minutes passed and the painter put down his brush. Yet, he stayed still.
Himeko, who was sure he was done, got up from her chair with a look of concern. "Is everything alright?" There was a mumble, but she couldn't pick up much more than that so she walked over to his side. "I didn't quite catch that– My apologies, what were you saying?"
There was a pained look on his face that would have been hard to detect if she had not walked over. "Miss Himeko, you'd find me ridiculous for saying this but..." He looked up to peer into her eyes. "A part of me does not want to send the painting."
Just like on the first day, Himeko's heart skipped a beat.
"A-Actually, I don't want to at all. But please forgive me for being so presumptuous, Miss Himeko– I know you must have this painting sent out to–"
Himeko shook her head, making Welt's eyes widen in surprise. "You don't... have to..."
The woman's heart was no longer racing alone now.
"In fact, you can keep it..." What was she saying??? But Himeko could not regret any of her words. Not when he was smiling like that again.
"Say, Miss Himeko. Where were you going next?"
"Hmm? Me? I was planning to go to Xianzhou."
Welt stood up and looking a bit bashful, cleared his throat before he made a request. "Let's do another painting there."
So... he wanted to come along with her.
Himeko grinned as she went in for a hug, giggling when she heard him gasp in surprise.
