playfighting with hsr characters ft. dan heng, kafka, blade, gepard, jingliu, luocha, aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, mydei, anaxa
notes: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, hints of dom/sub stuff but like you really have to look into it, kafka is my favorite character and i would let her do anything to me, paralive version
༄ dan heng:
who wins? you.
✣ he's kind of unsure of what to do. it's not as if you're unaware of the raw power he has, so he assumes this is some kind of prank or bit. he'll just kind of stand there awkwardly until you huff and tell him to fight back. considering he'd rather die than hurt you, he instead will give you the slowest and most gentle shove of all time - barely making an indent in your stomach. you'll eventually tackle him to the ground and declare yourself the winner since he doesn't really try all that much. he's still lost by the end, but by the way his tail his thumping against the floor you can tell he enjoyed himself.
༄ kafka:
✣ who wins: "you."
she knew what you were up to the second you slinked into the living room. there's never a time in kafka's life where she won't indulge your whims though, so she pretends to be distracted with some sheet music. when you finally pounce on her, she lets out a fake gasp and asks how her baby could be so cruel. it's nearly impossible to actually hit her with how evasive she is, but she's good at pretending just to make you happy. with a few twists, you'll find yourself in her arms and your legs around her waist as she peppers your face with kisses. she'll gush about how brave you are before asking you to join the stellaron hunters with the most teasing grin on her face.
༄ blade:
✣ who wins? blade.
the moment you initiate any sort of playful combat, a sort of sleeper agent activates inside blade. years of instinct nearly threaten to take over and put you down quietly. his hand twitches for a second before his brain takes over and he moves it to the small of your back. he'll ask with a deadpan expression what in elio's name you're doing, and sigh when you tell him you're going to beat him in a fight. he knows that you know such a thing is impossible, so he speeds up what will be a losing battle and simply pins you underneath him on the floor — making sure you're aware that he's one utterance of his name away if you ever do truly find yourself in a fight.
༄ gepard:
✣ who wins? you, just barely.
gepard doesn't even try to fight back. he's still as a statue, petrified of causing you the slightest bit of injury. unfortunately for your golden retriever of a boyfriend, he is built like the walls of belobog's fortress. regardless of what he does, you bounce back ungracefully from trying to push him over and fall flat on your ass, bumping your hip into the coffee table in the process. he freaks out and bends down to try and help you, and you turn it into an opportunity to fake him out and pin him to the ground. he could get up with zero issue and completely overpower you, but instead he's content to lay on the group with pink cheeks and congratulate you on your win.
༄ jingliu:
✣ who wins? nobody.
as somebody who treats your safety with deadly seriousness, jingliu doesn't exactly take lightly to your foolishness. would you actually use such obvious methods if you were trying to ambush somebody? has any of her training rooted itself in your brain? all you've managed to do is convince her that you can't be left alone for more than five seconds. no matter how much you whine that you were just trying to play around, she's coming back to this exact moment when you ask her to please leave her sword at home during the grocery store run.
༄ luocha:
✣ who wins? you.
look at him. he's a healer. while he might have muscle from carrying around that coffin all the time, he's usually tired and overworked to some extent. even with your rambunctious nature, luocha used to have the tendency to treat you like a doll. with every one of your surprise attacks on him though, he's starting to see you're more of an untrained and curious puppy. he rarely has the energy or willpower to fight you back, and will just let you take him out to satisfy your craving for chaos. once he's down, he'll just run his fingers through your hair and ask if your nonsense is done for the night. this is usually followed by him shaking his head and asking himself what he's going to do with you, but the adoration in his eyes is a clear sign he'll let you keep getting away with it.
༄ aventurine:
✣ who wins? aventurine.
you know how much he loves you right? remember when he bought you your own mini spaceship? he is so competitive that it doesn't matter how much he loves you at that point, so please disregard the fact he will body slam your ass just to win. he really doesn't have that much physical strength so the sudden burst of energy surprises you. you have no choice but to chalk it up to some sort of adrenaline rush or such because you sincerely thought you'd last longer. he's not even sorry about it — just giving you his signature smug look and trying to butter you up so you don't make him sleep on the couch. couldn't he have at least pretended to put up a fight to make the silly moment last longer? you're more mad about that part than the actual losing, so he says to try again the next day and he'll show some restraint. it plays out exactly the same.
༄ dr ratio:
✣ who wins? not you.
he's halfway out the front door before you can even finish the thought. he is literally so tired. do you know what you're doing? do you enjoy making him miserable? the look he gives you is so devoid of soul that it sort of does convince you that he'll either kill you or himself if you try anything. even when you say you promise you're not going to do anything stupid, he doesn't believe you for one second. between you and aventurine, he has zero tolerance for tomfoolery by the end of the night. proceed with caution. he will lock you out of the bedroom if you piss him off enough.
༄ sunday:
✣ who wins? it's a tie.
sunday thinks you're cute. he loves to observe you and how you treat situations. when you're in a playful mood while relaxing in the party car, he easily follows your thinking and let's you have your moments of fun. he should've known a bout of cuteness aggression would latch itself onto his brain, as is usually the case when you do just about anything. what was an easy win turns into his wings fluttering against your face while he nips at your cheek. only one of his hands is needed to restrain both of yours, and he asks with a lovelorn look on his face if you have any idea how difficult it is to hold back when you're so endearing. you think he's over-exaggerating, but the affection is much appreciated.
༄ mydei:
✣ who wins? up for debate.
no matter what you do, moving him in any way is completely impossible. he doesn't try to fight back even a single time and you still can't put a dent in him. hitting, biting, kicking - it's all futile. when you inevitably tire yourself out, he'll let you curl up against his chest before asking if your little temper tantrum is done with. his fingers will hold your chin and tilt it up so very slightly, eyebrow raised as he informs you that if you want his attention, there are easier ways than acting like a brat ; not that he'd ever want you to stop acting like a brat.
༄ anaxa:
✣ who wins? nobody.
much like ratio in the sense of not having time for your bullshit, but anaxa is substantially more of an asshole about it. despite this, he actually will usually let you just float around whatever area he's working in for the day solely to keep you in his eyesight. yes, he's distracted and doesn't say much during this, but being so close for hours fills the gap. it's only when you get too wily that he has to step in and put a swift end to that behavior. he is busy, he is irritated, and you being a problem child is doing nothing to help. you don't even get to creep up on him fully before he's scolding you. ignore his warnings will usually end with you tied up in a chair, wriggling and whining while he ignores you. please, just behave for five minutes, would you?
Hello!! I know they're from different games,but can you draw Arlecchino and Kafka fighting over Y/N? They're both my favourite women from the hoyo games.
Type of dad that carries his kid constantly. my feet are cold and I don’t like this anymore 🙁 I been reading manhwas with child mc maybe that’s why I wanted to draw this
I have a Jing yuan one too I might post it
You can see this as y/n or if u had a child with him idc
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Contains: Outsider pov (in brackets), getting caught, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, implied one-sided Phainon x Mydei, implied reader x kafka x blade, violent thoughts, biting, light blood, possessiveness + made-up lore.
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I promise next week I will write a top reader. Potentially. We'll see. That or wax play.
— ☆ Dan Heng (+ Caelus)
Caelus technically doesn’t need to sleep. More accurately, he can’t fall asleep. When he closes his eyes, slows his breathing, and counts each inhale and exhale, it’s more of an indulgence, a way to seem more normal, more human. He won’t die from skipping eight hours of rest each night. When he first boarded the Express, he used to loiter in the parlor car and watch the endless expanse of stars and drifting planets until the morning cycle began and the passengers stirred awake. After hearing one too many concerned remarks about how unhealthy that was, Caelus decided it was easier to just pretend to sleep than to explain why he didn’t need to eat either.
So it’s during this nightly routine that he notices you sometimes slipping out of your room in the middle of the night. You tiptoe past March’s door, footsteps light and quiet, just to stop and knock quietly on the archives. The door opens, there’s a rustle of fabric, a quiet giggle met by an exasperated sigh, and then it closes again. Then, a few minutes before the morning cycle begins, the archive door opens once more, and you return to your room with uneven steps and a slight limp in your walk. This ritual usually happens more often when either of you returns from a particularly grueling trailblaze mission.
Caelus wants to ask why. What’s happening that makes you sneak out in the quiet of the night just to see Dan Heng? Aren’t you all friends, companions even? He doesn’t think anyone would judge you, but since no one else does this sort of midnight visit, he keeps the question to himself. He is concerned, though, especially when he notices how you try to hide the limp or brush it off as a twisted ankle from a misstep. Even more pressing is when you stretch, shirt lifting just slightly, and Caelus can just peek at the spots of purple and red decorating your skin. Still, Dan Heng would never intentionally harm someone he cares about. And besides, you keep going back. It’s strange, he thinks, really strange.
It’s unintentional, he swears. He wasn’t planning on this or on catching you; it just happened to turn out that way. Silver Wolf had introduced him to a new game, and he’d gotten so hooked that he lost track of time. By the time his phone battery died, it was already deep into the night. He pocketed his phone, stretched, and started heading back to his room when, just as he entered the second compartment, he saw you and Dan Heng lingering outside his room. Looking back, he’s honestly not sure why he hid. He stepped back into the shadows and sat quietly, watching. It’s not like you and Dan Heng were doing anything suspicious, or at least, he didn’t think so. You seemed to be talking. Dan Heng looked concerned, his hand resting on your stomach the whole time, while you tried to stifle your laughter. Was that it? Did you get injured? Is that why you’d been visiting him? He thinks he remembers Bailu mentioning that Cloudhymn could be used as restorative energy. That would make sense, though he can’t help feeling a tiny bit sad that you didn’t tell anyone else, silently hiding your pain away.
Then you tilt your head up and press your lips against Dan Heng’s. The way Dan Heng melts into the kiss makes Caelus’s stomach drop.
Oh. He really should stop watching like a creep and leave.
You pull back from Dan Heng just in time for your gaze to flick toward the corner of the hall. He freezes, his body stiff as if caught mid-glitch. Apparently, his attempt to quietly slink away clearly wasn’t quiet enough. The soft shuffle of his boot against the floor must’ve given him away, because both you and Dan Heng are now looking straight at him.
“Oh! Caelus!” you whisper, startled but trying to keep your voice light, “You’re… awake… um, sorry- is there something you need from us?”
Your laugh comes out a little too soft, a little too nervous, as if you’re hoping the awkwardness will dissolve if you just sound casual enough. Behind you, Dan Heng’s posture has already shifted, moving to his always reliable, composed, and calm, but his tail end of surprise shows in the brief tightening of his grip at your waist before he lets go. Caelus opens his mouth, closes it again, then gives a small, awkward wave like that might somehow make things less weird.
“I, uh… couldn’t sleep,” he says, which isn’t technically a lie, “Didn’t mean to, you know- interrupt.”
Your eyes dart toward Dan Heng, then back to Caelus, a faint flush creeping up your neck, “Right. Yeah. No interruption. We were just… talking.”
“Talking,” Caelus echoes, nodding far too seriously, as if repeating it will help cement it into truth. If anything, he sounds genuinely flustered, “That’s good. Talking’s good.”
There's a sticky white fluid rolling steadily down your inner thigh, and he's partially aware that he's making it very obvious that he's looking. It doesn't matter that you're squeezing your legs shut; he can see the fabric of your pants staining darker and getting progressively stickier. That must not feel comfortable. When he looks up, Dan Heng is looking back at him. He doesn't say anything, but Caelus wishes he did. He feels like he should make a joke, say something stupid to distract from the elephant in the room, but every time he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
"Caelus? Are you okay? Helloo?" You wave a hand in front of his face, even snapping once to get him back to reality. In the back of his mind, he can’t help but note your poker face—impressive, even with the messy hair and flushed cheeks giving away just a little. Those little tells, though, don’t escape him: the way your lips part for air, how you rub your thighs together, and how your other hand fidgets behind your back.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I’m just… tired. I, uh, a game. Daily’s, you know," Caelus stammers, aware of Dan Heng’s judgmental stare. It isn’t entirely his fault. If anything, Dan Heng should be the one apologizing for putting them both in this situation, "Aha… anyways, I should get to bed. Good night. Bye."
Caelus lingers for a moment longer, watching you nod and slip back toward your room. He pretends not to notice the faint tilt of your head as you glance over your shoulder, making brief eye contact with his blue eyes before the automatic door closes with a soft thud behind you. His gaze shifts, catching Dan Heng staring back at him with an unreadable expression. The other’s posture is just slightly rigid, hands clenched, lips pressed into a firm line. The faint starlight casts subtle shadows across his face, partially obscuring it.
"Congratulations," Caelus flashes a thumbs up, face completely blank as Dan Heng bursts into red.
— ☆ Mydei (+ Phainon)
Phainon, not for the first nor the last time, thinks that Kremnos traditions are wild. The glory of battle and the honor of a warrior's death are things he can admire and understand, though he prefers a more peaceful resolution whenever possible. Still, shouldn’t there be a little more decorum? He can sympathize with the hunger for battle, and he can appreciate that Mydei refuses to put a shirt on and walk around with her chest exposed, but this? This is something far beyond him. Seriously, people, a little decorum!
What he’s referring to is the fact that you and Mydei don’t seem to care at all that he keeps accidentally walking in on your… reunions. Several reunions, in fact. He could argue that you both are never in the middle of the street and they are always quiet affairs, but he’s starting to suspect that you’re doing it on purpose just to torment him. The worst part? He’s the only one who thinks there’s a problem. And no, contrary to what Mydei claims, it’s not because he’s a prude.
The first time it happens, Phainon can brush it off. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but he can justify it as understandable. He doesn’t know the full backstory or what you meant to Mydei before he arrived in Okhema, but seeing Mydei’s face twist into something so raw and sorrowfully hopeful during your reunion gives him a few guesses. Really, it’s technically his fault for wanting to be a good person and checking in on Mydei to see if he’s alright, only to stumble onto the scene of him balls deep and holy shit-
"What is it, Deliver?"
Okay. He needs to reiterate that the first time was his fault. He understands that, apologized, and even bought you a gift as a peace offering for almost accidentally seeing you naked. You were both lucky that Mydei’s broad back covered most of your body, but there isn’t exactly a handbook for what to do when you stumble onto your best friend having crazy sex with their long-awaited, I-thought-you-were-dead-but-you're-not partner. That’s why he knocks every time now, even if it means being late and risking Lady Aglaea’s wraith. It’s a far better trade than seeing you pretend he doesn’t exist.
But seriously, is this normal? Is he being culturally insensitive? Phainon shifts uneasily, the words caught somewhere between curiosity and horror. He’s far too scared to ask outright, and even if he did, he doubts he could handle the second-hand embarrassment if it turns out this is some royal tradition not meant for commoners. What if he overreacts? What if it’s completely fine in Kremnos, and he ends up genuinely offending Mydei? The thought makes his stomach twist.
"Phainon? Are-"
He cuts Mydei off, almost blurting it before he can think better of it, "I’ve never once felt the need to say this, but… could you cover up?"
"What."
Okay, maybe he is being insensitive, but he can’t bring himself to look Mydei in the eye anymore. The floor tiles suddenly hold a fascination he didn’t know they had, and the edge of the rug by the door seems like a safe place to focus. His gaze flickers anyway, catching the patches of bruises that bloom from purple to yellow along Mydei’s arms and neck. Some scratches snake down from the shoulders to the small of the back, and deep red bite marks around the chest, especially near the nipples, that make Phainon’s stomach twist. He wants to look away, he really does, but some small, stubborn part of him keeps cataloging the injuries like a very concerned historian. He doesn’t know if he should pat Mydei on the back, ask if he’s okay, or interrogate the kind of people Mydei is into. Every option seems like he'd be put into the dirt. The worst part is that Phainon knows Mydei could easily heal these wounds, erase them in an instant, but he hasn’t. He’s striding around like a peacock, showing off that he’s been… occupied every day for the past few weeks since you arrived. The thought makes Phainon’s chest tighten, part incredulous, part jealous, and part horrified all at once. He doesn’t know whether to be scandalized or envious.
"You're just, you know," he gestures helplessly at Mydei's chest, a small, frustrated noise escaping him as he finally meets those sharp red eyes. Those same eyes glance down, roaming over each imprint of your teeth into his skin and soft kisses, and his eyes go soft. Phainon wants to scream.
"What are you? A virgin?" Mydei asks casually, tilting his head back up, though he doesn't look like he's teasing Phainon. He's actually asking out of pure curiosity.
"No!" he blurts out far too quickly, the word coming out hotter and more defensive than he intended. Immediately, Phainon feels the weight of defeat settle in his chest. He can practically feel his dignity evaporating. Mydei just blinks at him, unbothered, letting the silence stretch, and then his face smooths into a half-lidded smirk that makes Phainon’s heart stutter. He can feel it thumping erratically in his chest, like it’s trying to escape, and suddenly his hands feel useless at his sides, his knees weak in a way he hadn’t expected.
He's got it bad.
— ☆ Blade (+ Kafka)
Kafka would pay a lot of credits to see the face of that Luofu General if she actually told him the secret to curing Mara was sex. She closes her eyes, a small, mischievous smile tugging at her lips, humming softly as she imagines the reaction. Would he be disgusted with her? That stone-cold expression morphing into confusion before twisting into a snarl? Would he even believe her? Maybe he’d shake his head and give a pitying laugh at what he’d assume was a bad joke, because surely she must be joking, right? Or perhaps he already knew, and her little jab simply confirmed what they’d been doing with his dear friend. Really, he should be thanking them for all of your hard work.
Legs thrown over broad shoulders, bandaged fingers cutting bloody crescent moons into skin, and one messy, murder-crazed lunatic she called her humble Bladie slobbering all over himself. Kafka had initially thrown Blade at you because that was what her script had dictated. He had been on a solo mission and returned bloody and broken. The bones in his hand were set at odd angles—something she knew from experience was self-inflicted, but meant he couldn’t properly grasp his shattered sword. He stumbled toward her, breathing heavily, with yellow-rimmed eyes wild as he spat and pleaded for her whisper. She offered him a single, soothing pat on the head before muzzling him and dragging him to your room. Her script never specified what exactly the two of you would do, or even whether she’d wake up the next morning with one less hunter, but she had faith in Elio and your shared destiny.
What she’s truly surprised about is that Blade is starting to choose, willingly, to be in your presence. And, oh my, not even for sex. Of course, it’s in his own warped way. He's started to hover insititently over you yet won't stand two feet closer, his voice is a touch meaner when he speaks your name, and anytime his mara flares up, he digs his nails into your skin instead of hers. This is a big deal in her eyes. Her Bladie is making friends, how cute.
Kafka doesn’t bother knocking. She doesn’t need to; she knows what’s behind the door and that neither of you would stop her. Her expression stays in that perfect smile as she pushes it open, her eyes scanning the room. You’re on your back, scrolling through your phone, absently tapping at the screen, barely aware until her presence registers in your peripheral vision. Your stomach knots, and you jerk upright, propping yourself on your elbows. Your chest rises and falls faster than normal, and your fingers linger awkwardly on the edge of your phone. There's a pretty pink on your cheeks.
“Kafka! You’re back from your mission early!” you blurt, voice trying to sound casual but squeaking just slightly. Your gaze flicks nervously between her eyes and the faint curve of her lips, trying to gauge her mood, “Did you…uh…get to see Stelle again?”
You’re aware your shoulders are tense, your knees pulled up slightly, but you can’t stop from rambling, from forcing the conversation forward. Anything to stop her from asking about the big elephant in the room tucked between your very bare thighs.
Before you can think of a follow-up, a low growl interrupts the moment. Her gaze drops, and your stomach sinks. His jaw twitches as he bares his teeth slightly, and you immediately tense, realizing your leg is dangerously close.
“Owowow! Off! Get off!” you yell, kicking violently. Your foot connects with his shoulder, but he barely moves, teeth clamping down tighter onto your flesh. You yank back hard, feeling the sharp pinch of his bite, and swing your fists at him, hands landing against his back. His nails scrape along your skin, and you curse under your breath, dragging yourself back as far as the bed allows. Blade hisses, a dangerous, low sound that makes your teeth grit. He'll heal if you dig your fingers into his eyes anyway. He's done it before.
Kafka crouches slightly, studying the scene with her usual unshaken posture. She doesn’t step in immediately, just watches you trying to wriggle free. Blade seems to have caught on to what you're planning, his hands trapping your wrists before you can blind him, so you switch to grasping his long black hair between your fingers and twisting.
“Listen.” Kafka says finally, her voice quiet but firm. Blade freezes for a fraction of a second, head tilting as he registers her whisper. You take the pause as a reprieve, your shoulders sagging slightly, letting out a shaky breath, "Let go."
Blade finally loosens, retreating just enough to release your leg. Your hands slacken as broken strands of black hair fall onto the sheets. You press your hand against the mark where he bit, wincing, and glare at him. Kafka steps closer, resting a hand briefly on his head. Her touch is light, deliberate, and Blade leans into it just enough to acknowledge her presence without shifting his focus entirely from you and the bloody mark he's left. That has you baring your teeth angrier than when Blade was attempting to eat you.
“Perhaps I need to intervene more often,” Kafka says, voice smooth. Her eyes flick between you and Blade. “Though… it might save us the trouble if I take your place.”
Your stomach tightens at that. No. Absolutely not. If she stepped in, that would mean that you had disappointed her. Hadn't lived up to her expectations, and you cannot afford to have her favour shifted. Not for someone like Blade. Your mind races: his jaw twitching slightly, his eyes still fixed on you, the way his body leans toward you even when Kafka is near. You hate him, yes, but more than that, you can’t stand him taking even a fraction of what you crave from Kafka. Your chest tightens as you lock your eyes on Blade, forcing yourself to maintain control.
“He’s mine.” you say firmly, sitting up straighter, and as you glance toward Kafka, her blank, observant expression fuels your determination even more. Your pulse thuds in your ears, but you don’t look away. Kafka’s gaze flicks from you to Blade and back again, and that faint, unreadable curve of her lips only makes your stomach twist tighter.
“You said he was my responsibility,” you add quickly, voice steady despite the heat crawling up your neck, “It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Very well,” she says, smirking faintly, before stepping back toward the door, “But don’t think this means I’m not keeping score.”
Her tone is light, but you can’t tell if she’s teasing or warning you. The doorframe catches the dim light behind her, outlining her silhouette in that same confidence you could never imitate. She glances over her shoulder once more before leaving, and even that brief look feels like a test rather than concern. You exhale slowly, chest tight. The tension drains just enough for you to notice the dull ache in your thigh where Blade’s teeth had been. You shift slightly, and the movement brings his body closer against yours.
He hasn't moved since Kafka's whisper, eyes now empty instead of yellow and miserable.
"Come," you imitate weakly, but Blade follows. He dips his head, and you instinctively lift your hand to pat his head once. You lean back on the bed, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders and dragging him down with you, holding him close. He’s heavy, too warm, his breath brushing against your skin. When he noses at your shoulder, you tense on instinct—but then your fingers move, slow and deliberate, to soothe his scalp where you had pulled at his hair. Just like Kafka.
For now, you still have her attention. That’s more than enough. For now.
imagine if you got transmigrated into the star rail world, with all your memories intact. you realize that now that you're here, you will not let anyone suffer anymore deaths in all the worlds yet unexplored and with all the information you have now.
"Next stop, Jarilo VI !"
pompom announced as you seated yourself. march, dan heng and stelle, the new member rescued from herta space station with your very thorough help is now travelling with you all.
you understood that they were kind of... wary of you considering how you knew what will happen the next moment. its just that you remembered each and every moment by your heart since honkai: star rail had been your favourite game.
threat of stellaron handled easily with your precise guidance. your team never met any threat along the way. rivet town anomalies all cleared out. and you made sure that cocolia lives !
"I can't thank you enough for the help the nameless provided to belobog...i was sure my mother would..."
march chirped in "oh come on! its because of [name] right here that we were able to realise what cocolia was up to!"
you heave a sigh of relief after returning to the express car, your mind going a thousand miles about xianzhou because there is phantiliya! a lord ravager. its one thing fighting her with your characters and another physically...
and you stood corrected. your body all beat up as you fought phantiliya as if your life was on the line, making sure she had a wound that would last her centuries.
with rage seeping through your eyes as you clutched your weapon while kneeling on the ground "Our fight is not over lord ravager of hunt! i will find you again!"
as your days in xianzhou went by, the story as you remembered progressed, meeting the zhuming, fei xiao didn't lose her sanity, hoolay defeated and jiao qiu had his eyes. and the best part is that tingyun lived, just that her body went into a state of deep slumber. and dan heng embraced his vidyadhara status after his...'meeting' with old friends...you couldn't and wouldn't have been able to help with that no matter what.
the whole of xianzhou was eternally grateful. jing yuan and fei xiao agreed to provide you assistance no matter when and where. he nameless became a legend and your feats were heard all across the cosmos. 'the fortune teller' and the 'the seer' is what they would hail you as.
during the dinner meeting with the express after your returned...
"you know all our trailblazing expeditions have been even more fruitful with the least loss of companions. before you, we would have many unfortunate incidents" himeko propped her chin on her hand "we couldn't be more grateful for you exceptional abilities [name]"
welt fixed his glasses and crossed his arms "you have relieved a lot of stress for us. we know that in all future expeditions it would continue like so" he gave you a gentle smile
"there's nothing to be worried about when we have our 'lucky charm' with us! hehe" march swung an arm around you beaming brightly
you on the other hand grew more worried with each passing trailblaze, growing unsure of the fact that you will be able to live up to their expectations. it was just by narrow luck that you managed to not have anyone die at your last stop.
"the Family from penacony sent us a letter to attend their charmony festival... you all will be willing to go right?" like fate had ordained, or more specifically the devs had ordained, you all went into penacony.
fast forward, sunday left penacony to become a nameless, after saying a proper farewell to robin. no one got to know about his idealistic 'all day should be sunday' endeavor because of you.
"[name] i'm forever...no the whole oak family and me are grateful for you ensuring that me and brother could meet one last time before he leaves to find what he wants the most. thank you"
in the express car, you were slumped on your cushiony bed, contemplating Amphoreus...an extrapolation similar to a knock off simulated universe which was the cradle of iron-tomb. and also the place where one or basically most of your favourite characters live...
Phainon...
This time, you will not see your friends waste away...
you make a silent promise to whoever is watching over you, be it fuli or nanook, hell it can even be aha for all you care.
"so for our next stop we have a few options like Lushaka, Ampho-"
"...Amphoreus...lets go there"
The whole crew, even pompom was bewildered. you've never suggested places before. Himeko stuttered before replying "We can do that but...any reason as to why?" you hesitate before remembering black swans reason for sending you all, the one she told the crew before speaking privately with the trailblazer. "the express doesn't have enough fuel to stay in one place for too long and Amphoreus is a place where even Akivili had not trailblazed so it can be a new start into the history of the nameless...!" wow your memory came in clutch!
good thing you remembered about the spear falling from the sky so you were able to save both dan heng and stelle before they suffered any serious injuries. however, unfortunately march was unconscious and frozen even here.
you three trek your way into...Januspolis, the first ever place where the setting started. and like it was before, furiae praetors swarm your group, and then comes a flash of gold streaked ocean blue eyes and hair like that of snow, smirking at you as he passed by you in a flash, taking stelle's bat from her and swinging it with a dramatic pose.
ah...there he is...
"Khaslana..."
you let your voice carry into the depths of the abyss...
something that came to me twice when I was taking number 2 and in my dreams. lmk if you guys want a part 2! in that one I'll make sure to include beating lygus's ahh up—
there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.
