#star rail x reader

[soltuneia]

— 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲?

mornings are exhausting. but they're sweeter with him.

✦ info: phainon wakes up at a ridiculously early hour and kisses you into waking up with him.

✦ warnings: mornings, ew. none, this is pure fluff (edit: except for the fact that he bites you once affectionately). au ambiguous, but in my head: modern au. (0.8k words)

✦ notes: he's so needy and he's so sneaky i love him i'm going to sob ugly tears i love him so much i'd like him to wake me up like this please please please- ahem. AHEM. who said that jsjsjsjjsj lmao i hope you enjoy :)

i. recent. ii. masterlist.

morning rises, soft and slow.

rays of light slowly start to seep in through the eastern windows, illuminating the tiled floor, pale curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze that finds its way in.

your blanket is cozy, your bed is soft, your alarm is yet to ring. the world outside is still, and it is peaceful.

almost.

“darling.” kiss. “my light.” kiss. “wake up.” kiss. “sweetheart, wake up.” kiss.

you stir with a grumble. “phainon?”

he chuckles, voice still deep with his usual morning rasp. “good morning, sleepyhead.” he says affectionately, words drawn out, as he kisses your cheek tenderly. “did you sleep well?”

you’d often compare phainon to the sun.

with the way he always looked at you with such warmth, and the way his smile shone brilliantly, it was hard not to. truly, you adored him with every inch of your being, and he lit up your life much like the light of the sun on your skin.

now, if only he didn’t rise with it.

why does the sun rise so very early, anyway?

“i’d sleep well if you’d let me sleep in a little longer, phainon,” you groan out, turning away from him so that your face stayed out of his reach. 

you’ll get your kisses later. but first, sleep.

he hums. “let me think about it,” he says as he settles behind you.  you feel him pull you closer and pause, like he’s deep in thought, and when he stills, you think you’ve won the battle.

well, good.

 it is far too early for such antics, in your opinion.  

but just as his warmth lures you back into the arms of sleep, your eyes fluttering shut, soothed by the pace of his breathing, you feel a sneaky kiss on the back of your neck.  “i thought about it.” he whispers, smiling against your skin. “sorry, darling, the answer's no.”

oh. oh, no.

he teasingly drags his lips down to where your neck meets your back, ghosting over like the brush of a butterfly's wings, leaving goosebumps in his wake. he lingers there for a minute, his breath tickling your sensitive skin, before he retraces his path to reach the base of your ear. he kisses there gently, once, twice, and then— he bites. 

gently, of course, but it still has your eyes flying wide open.

“phainon!” you gasp, electricity running down the length of your spine. you turn around to glare at him.

“bet you’re awake after that, aren’t you?” he murmurs into your ear. you whack him playfully on the shoulder.

his bright laughter in answer is infectious, and you can’t help but crack a smile begrudgingly.

“yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” you huff, moving to hide your face in his shoulder as he still shakes with laughter. “you always wake me up too early.”

“sorry, sorry.” he says in return, not sounding even the least bit apologetic, and you pull away to give him a look.

"you don't sound very sorry," you huff indignantly.

his lips form into the slightest of pouts and you swear to kephale above that you could see faint dog ears drooping in his fluffy white hair.

“we haven’t seen each other since last night.” he says, blue eyes never leaving your own. they're wide, and they blink innocently. “i missed you,” he finishes, his voice dropping to a small whisper as he looks away, and your heart melts at the sight of him.

well.

you can’t exactly argue with that, can you?

you sigh in defeat, sitting up. “alright, alright, you win.”

the effect is instant. 

his pout disappears and his whole face lights up, eyes sparkling with joy, a dimple peeking out as he grins brightly.

he pushes himself upright, and with all the enthusiasm of a puppy, he pulls you on top of him, both arms wrapped around your face, and kisses you over and over and over, from your lips to your nose to your eyelids and to your cheek until you’re giggling in his embrace.

“there we go. not so grumpy anymore, are we, darling?”’ he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your nose. 

you hum, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes. “i’m awake, that’s for sure.”

his grin never leaves his face, and he nudges your cheek with his nose. “have i ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh?”

“yes, a million times already,” you respond, smiling affectionately at him.

“well, then i’ll say it again. i love the way you laugh.”

“even when i sound like a hyena?”

“especially when you sound like a hyena.”

it is right then— cradled in his arms, watching him with a smile so dazzling, when the morning’s just begun and the whole day lies in wait for the two of you— that you find your answer. 

why does the sun rise so early? 

just so it can see you smile, of course.

(“so you’re saying i do sound like a hyena?”

“huh- what?! that is not what i meant and you know it.” he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“i’m just kidding.” you respond, running your hands through his soft, pale hair. “consider that payback for waking me up.” 

“would it help if i had breakfast ready next time?” his voice is muffled, but you can still make out the words.

“yes, yes it would.”)

✦ ending notes: first phainon drabble!! hehe this was a quicker piece but i thoroughly enjoyed every second of writing this (i know a very popular characterization is that he's needy WHICH I AGREE WITH but he's also excellent at executing a plan and setting it in motion ykwim? he contains multitudes jsjsjsj therefore, needy and sneaky)

✦ taglist: @maopll (taglist form is linked. send an ask to be removed!)

[loverstv]

yearner!phainon is over the moon when he hears auditions for a boyfriend position are open! (*≧ω≦)ﾉ

cw: very!!!! suggestive and creepy, feminine fem!reader, popular!reader, downbad!phainon, like.. loser-level down bad but its kinda hidden cuz he's super gentlemanly and stuff, pervert!phainon, like.. this got creepy kind of fast tbh so yandere!phainon just to be safe, kinda forced intoxication, my attempt at an unreliable narrator phainon, college au, written with chubby reader in mind, inspired by the song: 'boyfriend' by big time rush cuz i'll never ever get over that song it's still 2011 ok? ok

also heavily inspired by @diz-eaze and their countless phainon aus. i love every single non they've got.

when phainon overheard your friends tease you about your lack of luck in love, it was like the stairway to heaven appeared in front of him. and when he heard you admit you really, really wanted a boyfriend, he got hard so quick he got dizzy. he had to lean against the wall, breathing heavily. a few people, including his best friend mydei, gave him weird looks, but he didn't care.

he had an opportunity to finally do something about his pathetic 'pining'.

it all started when he dropped his pen, and being the angel you are, you picked it up and gave it back to him. the seed was planted instantly upon your eyes meeting. your radiant smile, your soft: 'there you go', and the brush of your fingers against his..

his obsession, however, was gradual. after that encounter, he started noticing you more and picking your voice out of the noise in the halls.

then, he started paying attention to your wardrobe. your cold weather jacket.. your warm weather jacket and how you're shit at gauging the temperature so you're constantly either too hot or too cold.

he started sitting closer to you in class, eventually ending up behind you. much to his friend's dismay at having to sit somewhere else with each class. he took in your handwriting, tried to imitate it while writing his own name.. the dreamy sighs only got deeper from then.

he started noticing irritation bubbling in him whenever he saw you speaking to other guys. he didn't do anything to them, yet.

phainon doesn't know when he started to dip into the 'creepy' territory. he started feeling the urge to take your paper cup from the cafeteria table after you forgot it. his eyes followed the chewed-up piece of gum as you threw it out.

it's when he saw you talking to one of the male teachers. a, in his eyes, sleazy one who just couldn't wait to ruin his career by sleeping with one of his students.

oh-so coincidentally standing next to the open classroom door, he tried to listen to the conversation. though, he heard the phrase 'extra credit' and alarm bells immediately went off in his head. isn't that how most school-girl porn starts?

he immediately entered the classroom, a polite smile on his face. "hey there, professor! oh? sorry for interrupting, i had no idea you were busy.."

he quickly glances over to you and your clueless expression, of course.. you couldn't tell what that prick was trying to do.. you're too kind to assume that kind of thing.

he then looks back at the professor, and swears he can see a glimmer of irritation passing through. hah, knew the guy was planning something.. it's a good thing i interrupted him.

he follows you home that day, just to be sure. which, unsurprisingly, becomes a habit.

from that point, you started to bleed into every part of his life. like this one, in his bedroom at 2:47AM. sat in his deskchair, scrolling through his usual rotation of porn. through, recently nothing has been hitting like it used to. it started annoying him that none of the girls in the videos looked like you. so he went on a mission to find a pornstar that reminded him, at least a bit, of you.

he finally finds one. there's no face shown, so he's free to imagine yours, but the body.. oh, the body was so similair to yours it sent blood rushing down south immediately.

an addiction starts that night, as he is now unable to go without looking at this one video of the girl laid out on her back, her tits bouncing deliciously as she gets pounded, for more than a few hours at a time. it's simple, it's basic, but it just stirs something in him..

he escalates again. fast.

a week or two after his new porn addiction, the video unfortunately stops sufficing. he needs the real thing. thanking whatever entity is out there that you basically live in short skirts, regardless of weather. bonus points if you wear thigh highs. he adjusts from following you from a distance to walking up the stairs whenever you do to take some upskirt shots. gradually he gets really fucking good at those.

then, his irritation about you speaking to other men turns into a crippling amount of anger, fury, disgust. so, he does what anyone else in this situation would do. he invites the men behind the building to smash their nose in. and maybe get in a threat if he's level-headed enough that day.

he doesn't even notice when he had stopped resisting the urge to just pick stuff up after you and taking it home until a tiny shrine of you forms in his room. doesn't notice the shock in your eyes when every man you speak to comes to campus with a broken nose the next day, either.

back to present day, where he's trying to gather himself while still leaning against the wall. mydei rolls his eyes, grabbing phainon by the shoulder to shake him out of his daze. "idiot, you good? you've got such an obvious tent they're for sure gonna send you home if you don't figure it out. what even happened?"

phainon takes a few deep breaths and stands up straight again, trying to fix himself. his face red, he glances back at you and your group of friends one more time before putting on his signature polite smile, "all good, bro.. just some hormone flare or whatever... don't worry, it'll go down soon."

his friend raises a brow and looks over his shoulder, finding the most probable cause of phainon's.. predicament. "her? again? you do know she has grounds for calling the cops if she knew all you were doing, right?"

not even considering how his friend knew of any of his new habits, phainon just chuckles, throwing an arm around mydei. "what do you mean? haha.. let's just go, okay?"

he galnces back one last time, accidentaly making eye contact with you. you exchange a polite smile before phainon walks off with mydei.

later that night, he started recalling every time you spoke to some guy. what did they say that made you laugh? what was something you didn't like when men did? and most importantly, what kind of men did you speak to most?

he comes to the conclusion that he must be close to your type. sure, he didn't read much.. doesn't play any sport, doesn't like parties.. but he goes to the gym! that counts for something. right?

so, he starts an instagram. goes through every inspo page possible, researches the best angles and ends up posting gym thirst traps. girls like that, no? you must, since he's followed you to the gym a multitude of times. if you go.. then you must be attracted to men who do as well!

he follows you immediately, of course. and the joy he felt when you followed back was immeasurable. finally, you could acknowledge him instead of the burner he usually used.

after a week of basically living at the gym between following you around and posting all those pictures and stories, you respond. you comment on a picture he strategically captioned: boyfriend workout. imagine all this coming home to you.

he almost passed out when he saw your daring comment, a sweet and simple 'i could take him.'

it was basically free from that point. adjusting his clothing style to fit your preferences, a cheeky heart as a response to your more risque pictures and a wink as he 'spotted' you in the hallway. as if he wasn't creeping on you, as usual.

until it finally progresses. mydei's frat is hosting one of its many parties, and hearing you'll be there.. phainon goes all out on everything he has learned about you. what cologne you like on guys, the black compression shirt and his hair messy and partially covering his forehead.

he's waiting anxiously, leaning against a wall with good view of the front- and back door. he pretends to listen to mydei's annoyed grumbling about the mess people are making when he finally spots you. dressed in a tiny miniskirt and even tinier tanktop. shameless little thing.. he smirks.

"hey, pretty girl," he greets, "you look stunning, as you always do."

his sweet smile replaces it immediately and he takes his chance to approach you right away. he's had enough of your little social media back and forth.

he notices you tense slightly, the heat that rushed to your face so strong he could feel it radiate onto him. he coaxes you into a couple drinks, ones he's only pretending to drink himself while he observes you getting more and more tipsy while making small talk.

your guard visibly lowers, and he takes that chance to make a move by placing both his hands on your hips. he leans in, your faces an inch or two apart. his sweet smile on his face as he feigns concern, "oh my, you seem to be quite the lightweight.. you're already swaying. you're hard to hold when you move like that.."

he texts mydei that he's leaving, and guides you to his car, chuckling. "my, my.. are you always this feisty when you're drunk? don't worry, i'll take good care of you."

he leans in to whisper into your ear,

"i'll care for you so good.. you'll never want to leave."

a/n: lots of first attempts in here, so especially now constructive criticism is welcome ♡

[andradaveselu]

When you find an amazing author that is writing for multiple characters except your favorite one:

[yourlittlegoblin]

{Honkai: Star Rail Men And Their Love Languages} Part 1!

Includes: Dang Heng, Sunday, Blade, Imbibitor Lunae, Jing Yuan, Welt, Dr. Ratio, and Luocha

I hope you enjoy!

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Dang Heng

Love Language: Acts of Service, Quality Time

I don't see him as very physically physically affectionate, at least not at the start of the relationship

He also strikes me as the kind of guy wgo would rarely uses pet names or gives gifts often

Though I do see that maybe he would drop by to give you ccasional small presents, often times pretty trinkets he saw and thought 'Hm... surely she would enjoy this'

I see Dang Heng as the kind of guy to prefer doing things for you

When he notices your shoe laces undone, he'll step in front of you to tie them himself. He can't have his pretty little flower tripping and getting hurt now, can he?

He also strikes me as the kind of man that whenever he comes over and he notices that you're struggling with tasks or feeling overwhelmed, he'll make you rest and then do them for you

He also enjoys spending time with you, especially when its in quiet solitude

If you bother manage to get some time to yourselves and are on the couch, cuddling while reading your own respective books, and he notices some hair getting in your way, expect him to be tucking that hair

Sunday

Love language: Gift-Giving, Physical Touch, Quality Time

As we all know, Sunday comes from a wealthy family

So I can see him as someone to give their lover elegant, high-quality clothing and jewelry

Though I also see it in my mind that he would make sure to avoid branded high quality gifts that have their brand logos showing prominantly

He would adore taking you out to dinners, especially if it means getting to see you wearing the georgous dresses and jewelry he just bought for you

He also enjoys being able to take you out on private dates, such as picnics in the forest where no one can disturb you both

Really random but he strikes me as the kind of man to enjoy taking you out stargazing

I know hes tecnically considered a bird BUT I do headcanon he has the preening tendencies of a bird

I know hes a Halovian but seeing as his sister and himself both have mini wings on the sides of their heads, I do like to think that because of the feathers they would preen them themselves or have someone very close to them do it

So expect him to request you to preen him once the bond gets stronger

Since preening is something he is accustomed to, I can also see him wanting to preen you

Though if you don't have wings on the side of your head its alright, he'll happily settle for tending to your hair and playing with it

Blade

Love language: Acts of Service, Quality Time

There is no doubt that Blade is a busy man, after all he works as a Stellaron Hunter

So its only reasonable to assume that he would have a limited amount of time to show you affection, and even so he may not be able to properly show it to you in the way you deserve to have it shown

So I feel like to compensate for what he lacks he would end up showing his care and affection by preforming tasks for you and soaking up what little time you both have together

When he is around expect him to suddenly do tasks

Leaky faucet? Fixed. Trash needs to be thrown? What trash? Oh and don't worry hes already added new bin linings. Someone disrespected you? Where did they go? Oh and don't look into that alley and please ignore the metalic smell don't question it

He also enjoys staying in the same room as you, its hard to explain, but to him, its like simply existing in your pressence heals a part of him he didn't know needed it

Imbibitor Lunae

Love language: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

I have not gotten to learning more about his character so I apologize if this is OOC

Based on his appearance its very clear that hes patr dragon, and so I can see many dragon like tendencies coming out of this

He would enter a relationship with you and once you are his expect him to call you "treasure" often (bonus points if that is your name)

He loves pretty things, and so anything that is worth great value to him should be reflected in how he adresses the item, or... in this case, you

He would also likely call you "precious" since you really do mean a lot to him, and the further along you two progress in the relatoinship, the more often he'll call you that

Sometimes you question if he even remembers your name

But also much like dragons, he would be posessive of his precious items, wanting to hoard them all to himself. So its safe to say that since you are his most prized posession, he would be heavily inclined to making sure others know they have no chance with you

So expect him to wrap his arm or tail around your waist almost at all times when out in public

You could also expect him to always be leaning in closer to hear you better or be able to get a good wiff of your scent

Jing Yuan

Love language: All five

Can you tell I hold favortism towards him?

Anyways-

Jing Yuan is a tease, thats something we can all agree with

But we can also all agree that he is a very sweet man, and so that would extent to him being sentimental

Expect him to be using sweet but simple nicknames, like calling you his darling, dearest, beloved, etc

He also enjoys lazy days at home, as a general he doesn't exactly have the luxury of having days off

So when you find him at home he would just give cozy, sleepy vibes

He just wants to be at home and get cozy and catch up on some much needed rest

He loves napping with you, especially holding you close under your shared blankets

He may or may not admit this but he is slightly clingy since he is aware that every mission could be his last

So he he takes you shopping and on dates to see you smile

He dearly cherishes your smile, so much so that its his most treasured memory, so that in case he meets his end, he will see your face and smile as he meets the light

But on a lighter note he would hate it if you found someone else internally even though he tells himself you deserve happiness

He would rather you be happy with him than with anyone else

So he does things to care of you

He'll do chores, do tedious tasks, or just hire maids and then drag you to bed to get you under the covers to cuddle you

Welt

Love language: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service

Welt is a gentleman through and through

He call you his dearest, beloved, and honey

He’s he doesn't stike me as the kind of man to present his love in flashy or dramatic ways but instead in intentionally subtle ways

He likes spending genuine time with you, especially if it means sharing one of his hobbies with you

You should expect him to invite you to quiet museum trips, peaceful strolls through art galleries, or late-night stargazing sessions when the sky is especiall clear

He’s also the type to sit beside you when you're reading and read his own reading material

His compliments are soft but meaningful as he’s not the type to shower you with praise, but when he says something sweet, he means it

He smiles a lot more around you, even though he doesn’t realize it

He also loves hearing your thoughts on things, even if they seem small

He personallt finds every part of you is worth listening to

If you’re doing something tedious or stressful, he’ll sit nearby and keep you company

He would provide small and quick comments of gentle encouragement since he knows that his voice comforts you

My honest advice is if you like men who have that "Old husband" energy then just go for this man and marry him

Dr. Ratio

Love language: Quality Time, Acts of Service (maybe Words of Affirmation)

This man thrives on verbal acknowledgment more than he wants to admit

Trust me, praise him even slightly and he suddenly becomes 10x more productive

If you mention that you wish to learn something thats even remotely in his feild of experties? Expect him to be there helping you learn as much as you want... or as much as your brain can absorb

He also gives the most backhandedly affectionate compliments

I swear- he says stuff like "Your reasoning is surprisingly competent," or "I suppose your presence is tolerable," all while his ears are slightly red because you managed to remember something he said about what he taught you

But beneath the sass he actually cares a lot

He shows it by helping you with things the moment he notices you struggling

For example, if you work or study and are stumped of a task, expect him to pull up a chair, sit down, analyze your situation, and immediately find a more efficient method

"Watching you do things incorrectly is painful," he says but in reality he can't stand seeing his darling worrying her pretty little head over some task or assignment

If you read and hes in the same room as you expect him to plop down either on the other end of the same sofa or next to you with one arm atop the sofa

He totally doesn't want you to then lean against him and cuddle him while he reads so that you two both read and cuddle together

Luocha

Love language: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation

Ever met spring rain personified? Well now you have

He’s the type whose affection is almost instinctual

If you need something, he’s already doing it before you ask

If you’re tired, he’ll guide you to sit and make you tea

Often times you will find that he prefers tending to you more directly

When the relationship deepens then expect more intimate gestures: him wiping something off your face, fixing your collar, or silently pulling you into his arms when you’re overwhelmed with a kiss pressed to your forehead, temple, or the top of your head

If you are lacking something in your shared abode, like food, nessesities, hygene products, the sorts

Really random but I feel like he would be the kind of man who would have an app on his phone that tracks your period and so it makes it easy for him to understand you or get the needed/usual items to give you on your period

He puts your needs and wants above his own

This man is rediculously attentive

He notices small changes in your mood before you even voice them

He worries for you if you're clumsy

He'll ask “Are you alright?” while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear

[miyaz6ki]

. . . 𝝑𝝔　" YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LAST A SECOND!!! "

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. when someone tries to hit on you right in front of them LOL

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. anaxa, aventurine, argenti, blade, boothill, dan heng, dr. ratio, gallagher x gn!reader

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. so many wips.... i wanna write sm but i also wanna post rn..

۪ ✧ warnings. catcalling-ish ??? just ppl tryna hit on character's beautiful gorgeous wonderful s/o (you), i made some have ladies hit on you as well :sob:. only non established relationships here is w dr ratio (who has been talking w u for months, first date in a while!)

۪⠀✧ word count. like maybe 1.5-2k (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

when anaxa sees the scrawny male (as he'd call it) slowly walk up to you, and a piece of paper in hand while he went to get your favorite cereal, he almost let out a loud ass LAUGH in the middle of the supermarket.

but before the poor guy could even finish his pick-up line, his view was suddenly interrupted by a green hue of locks that measured up to their shoulders. it couldn't have been a lady because of how broad the shoulders were—

"so... you were telling me about that dream you had last night, right? the one where we went out to that dream garden on yours?"

the man behind him tapped his shoulder, not taking the hint on how you were taken, but honestly, your boyfriend is not the kind to waste his words on such worms. and now, finally after the stranger leaves...

"hmm, the moment i leave you alone, people start to crowd. i better keep an eye."

aventurine was anything but kind or polite when it came to protecting what was his. shutting everything down with sarcasm disguised as civil replies. or maybe the damn strange couldn't take a damn sign.

while your significant other went to pay for the shopping expenses himself, someone approaches you, and it is not him with the bill.

"so... you come 'round here often, pretty?" the lady comes close, too close for comfort for you, and warrants unwanted touch.

your boyfriend simply laughs as he waltzes over with his men following close behind, holding shopping bags from your shopping (mainly aventurine shopping things for you).

"they do, actually. with me, every single time." he couldn't help but let a smirk grow on his face, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders before heading the other direction.

"you were so over the top..." "oh please, you're the one dating me. of course it'll be.

argenti would rather keep his composure, likewise with all the other guys here, but he does it in a way that would turn the flirt utterly jealous, and wouldn't know if they'd rather be you, or him.

as soon as he decides to buy you both a gelato sundae from your favorite ice cream store you always had taken him out to every monthsary. "well, aren't you just eye candy?" is all you hear before a shadow appear over the person's figure.

long red hair, and those same jade eyes you fell for. just now they're passively aggressive, and glaring, you don't see that on your lover's face a lot...

"apologies, but they're already spoken for, i fear. here you go, my love. just how you like it." he swiftly steps onto your side, and hastily, but passionately already had his arm around your waist, as he gives a bite of the ice cream. the person walks away out of embarassment LOL

oh please, you think blade would even let them speak? picture this for me:

your lover was beside you, and ordering you a smoothie, custom made with all the espresso shots you want, and all the creamiest whipped cream onto top, all with a straight face and staring the barista down to go faster because he dreads social interaction. but he loves you more so he orders anyway.

when his crimson red eyes land back onto the table, someone took up his seat at your favorite table. could this day get any worse.

"hey... you seem lonely. how about a—" "whatever you think is gonna happen won't happen."

quick shutdown, and intimidates them by staring them down. not that they'd be so bold to stay in that seat.

dan heng isn't the type to let it slide either. he's pretty blunt, but not as blunt as blade. but he'd still be intimidating as hell as well. in a restaurant that just opened up in town, you walked across the marble floors, and over to one of the empty tables so you both could order together.

"so... you down for a drink or two?"

the lady had slid her fingertips over your arm, walking up from behind and finally sitting in front of you. her lips were tinted, the scent of her perfume was clear in the gist of the air—she was made to serenade for sure.

"oh? speechless are we?" ; “speechless, yes—but only because they’re wondering why you thought that would work.”

dan heng's shadow fell over the woman, she felt nervous feeling it hover over her as he moved to remove the lady's hand off you. too scared to continue the conversation, she leaves with an awkward cough, picking up her purse.

highly similar to blade, but the difference is the fact that he softens up as soon as he reclaims his seat. with that same little lovesick daze he has when looking at you.

boothill is passively aggressive, and doesn't hide it at all. but you know what, you love him that way. they'd probably think he's joking but the more he talks to them, the more they realize the gun in his holster is very, very real.

he found it reeeeeaaallllyyyy funny when someone thought it was a great idea to hit on the person who's right beside someone who looks like a texan police officer. and genuinely thinks no repercussions will be given.

sliding over the bar table and bumping your shoulder, a drink in hand-

"hey, im not an artist, but i could definitely picture us together." - "hah! you call that a line? i've heard better stuff from them fortune cookies!"

his flamboyant laugh filled the bar, influencing the same behavior as everyone followed. the catcaller could only leave the scene in embarassment, as your lover pulled you closer by your hand.

"you're truly something, sweetheart." "don't worry, darlin'. i'm the only clown ya gotta deal with."

gallagher, who gives off such a chill, savory vibe to him, when he takes you out to such a mellow place, soft jazz playing in the background. a scent of wine filled the air, so sweet with a tinge of sourness engulfing both of you as you entered, your arm in his.

after you decide to leave to order the food for the both of you, the cashier felt a little bit into the moment, seeing you. anyone would've been jealous of whoever you cane with (i.e. gallagher but the cashier didn't see him :sob:)

"is that all for your order? because im avilable tonight too, only if you are as well— as the dessert."

the cashier smirked as you awkwardly cough and smile, shaking your head slowly to reject him before you feel yourself bump into your date, he had already walked up behind you to check your order.

and yet, he only let out a loud laugh. "oh god, you call that a line?" he simply continued his chortle as he whisked you away, a strong arm around your waist.

"oh my go... did you.. hah! did you hear that loser?!""so over the top..." "just for you, you beaut."

dr. ratio hah. hahahahahah. real funny. his stone cold demeanor unchanging, unwavering. a strange waiter who gives a idiosyncratic glance towards him, but appears all seductively, and specious towards you (although you only had eyes for veritas.)

"so would you like to order more? i'd reccomend a dessert but nothing is sweeter than you."

your lover simply rolled his eyes and handed the bill over, noticing how uncomfortable yoy had been.

"that's your attempt at courtship? maybe talk to a mirror next time, at least you know it won't run away."

the waiter could only have his jaw drop a little before leaving awkwardly. you could only sigh and smile as you felt a hand over yours.

he could only grunt at how oblivious people were, "you attract idiots like moths to a flame." "even you?" "hah. an idiot for you. only you."

[onlyyourhallucination]

I feel so, bad for not continuing hsr.

But please hear me out on this video,

The idea of Dan heng in his Permansor Terrae form, his tail just naturally wrapped around you as you walk pass— uebhebhghggnnn

AND I SAW ONE OF THE COMMENTS IN INSTAGRAM SAYING THAT A DRAGON'S TAIL HAVE A MIND OF IT'S OWN OMEGRBHRRFFGG

Somewhere in the express you can hear March's voice echoing in excitement as she asked for a certain Archivist to let her touch his horns, approaching the owner of the cheery voice, as the door to another wagon of the express revealing Dan Heng's large back and in front of him there's March who's extending her hands towards Dan Heng's horn.

Oh,

You just realized that he's in his Permansor Terrae form, his form looms over as he had to lean down a bit to let March do her actions.

And you were planning to walk pass, as you just casually strides to them. But as you were about to walk pass Dan Heng, his tail wrap itself around your middle, preventing you to walk further away from him.

Confused you look down at it and was just about to pet his tail before you feel Dan Heng's figure stiffens and immediately pulled his tail off you, "I'm so, sorry. It's uh.. it has a mind of it's own." He spat out as he turn away and covered half of his face with his hand. And soon enough you and March can see the tip of his ears slowly growing redder and redder, not to mention how his tail in his hold starts to flick up and down as if it wants to break free from Dan Heng's grasp—

Soon enough you can feel March cooing teasingly at the poor Archivist who is actually your lover, but still haven't announced the relationship with anyone in the express, but it seems like his tail refuses to let the relationship lay low as it recognizes you and your body shape so well it just casually wrap itself around you like how it was when you two slept together. Be it you two are back to back, his tail will always find it's way to you. Be it in his Imbibitor lunae form, or Permansor terrae form.

And when you're alone with him in the Archives, he walk up to you, standing right behind you he then wrap his arms around your middle and nuzzles his face on your neck. Soon enough you felt his tail slowly wrap itself around your right leg up to your thighs, "Are you okay?" He whispered softly.

"You're stealing my line." You responded at his question, earning a chuckle from the taller man who's body now looming over you from behind. "I, .. I'm okay, a little bit bashful after what happened a few moments ago with.. March." He muttered softly as his arms tightened just a bit around you, "I think she will just tell everyone that you and I are together." He added. Making you chuckle softly at his statement before turning your upper half just a bit to look at his face, letting your hand reaches up to his cheek, smiling at him.

"it's about time anyway." You mumbled before leaning towards him, letting your nose brush against his. Soon enough you felt something cold brushing against your neck, then his thumb brushing against your jawline. He exhaled softly before leaning down further to let your lips and his hover against eachother, "I suppose so." He said before he closes the distance.

©onlyyourhallucination — 2026//Do not Copy/Translate/Use for AI

A/n — I am so fine.

[yurinaa-world]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Phainon/Lord Khaslana x Female reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: You always hated being one of the wives of Lord Khaslana, living the rest of your life in the misery of a never-ending cycle. Until you were given a beautiful watch keeper, named Phainon was when your feelings about life began to change.

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Spoiler? Age Gap between the reader and Phainon/Khaslana, Alternate Universe, wrong lore? (I just looked at wiki tbh), Angst? Lord Khaslana has two other wives (not seen as romantic by him, though), Unfinished, not sure of anything else? Not good writing. Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: I've had this in my drafts for such a long time, after being inspired by another (CANT FIND IT ANYMORE THOUGH..) I loved it and took inspiration, even though I'm not a lore player and am just yapping. NOT FINISHED THOUGH! I just wanted to post what I had. Part 2, if anyone wants it.

💫𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜

You were an unruly woman—an outrighteous saint, a title given to you.

No one in the temple dared to say it to your face—except the High Priest, with his sugar-coated words. After all, they must be thinking: how could one of the so-called wives of Lord Khaslana, the world-bearing god who carried so much for the people of Okhema—whether their physical or internal battles—be anything less than devoted? (even though the title was a backhanded compliment, but you're insane for thinking that way)

You wouldn’t think of yourself as his wife, more like a trophy that lives in his temple rent-free. The man never shows up or even tries to talk to you, yet somehow, you still have to pray to him every day.

Not that you are well acquainted with the verses that even children know. You only remember them when they are sung, unable to repeat them if asked. Sometimes, during prayer, you go off on random rants—mostly to yourself—or your thoughts wander to unrelated things that pull you off task.

It’s not like you ever really listened. There was a reason you were given the title of “outrighteous”—for having an attitude and opinions on most things in the temple. You never exactly followed the rules. Yes, you were “punished” only by the High Priest—nothing from your husband, no real reprimand to change your behaviour. But who could blame you for being lonely? You were rowdy, loud, and impulsive, and now you feel like a leashed animal trapped in a temple full of people with whom you cannot hold an interesting conversation.

Even with your personal maid.

Every day spent in your room was boring—nothing to do except needlework, read prayers, and whatever else there was. You genuinely just rot in your bed all day.

The faces in the temple begin to blur together. You start to forget who’s who.

Especially the two other wives he has—Daphne and Phoebe.

They are very beautiful, too. Everyone seems to think so. Even though the three of you live in separate wings (but still meet for meal times), you hear the maids and guards rave about the other two.

You don’t really talk to either of them—they’re devoted followers in your stead. It’s like a duo in a trio situation.

“I feel Lord Khaslana has given me a sign today. When the sun was burning bright in the sky, I prayed for something to calm this heat—and it started raining,”

the short, blonde-haired Daphne said with a bright smile, her blue eyes wide as if they might pop from their sockets.

“Congratulations!” Phoebe replied, tossing her long brunette hair behind her shoulder to avoid getting food on it—the same copy-and-paste smile fixed on her face.

To have the three of you together like this, with the High Priest at the other end of the table, was like going to a family friend’s house without knowing who they were.

You felt a heat rise in your stomach, one that made your blood boil.

Taking bites of your food while the other two laughed and smiled across from each other, you sat at the end of the table, simply hoping to finish dinner quickly and be done with it.

“What about you, (name)? How was your day?”

The two wives, Daphne and Phoebe, stopped talking and glanced awkwardly at you from the corners of their eyes.

You slowly lifted your head from your plate and looked at him with the most intense, narrowed eyes you could muster—filled with utter annoyance to the brim. Just a simple question.

“Fine. It was fine. Thank you.”

Your anger felt like it might burst at any second, like a ticking bomb ready to explode.

His smile did not falter.

The High Priest sat at the end of the long polished table, hands delicately folded over his plate, chin resting slightly forward as if genuinely interested—not poking a beast in a cage for the entertainment of favored pets.

You knew this game.

“Wonderful,” he said smoothly. “May Lord Khaslana continue to grace your days with peace and purpose.”

Your (rightful) wenchful attitude began to show more and more in the days that followed. You didn’t even bother trying to hide it anymore—especially the way you looked at people. That gaze didn’t change, not even when you were assigned a new, watchful keeper to be by your side at all times. You cursed yourself for falling into this predicament because of your venom-filled words.

Still, your gaze didn’t waver—not even when that caretaker, Phainon, a man with beautiful white hair and even finer eyes, knelt down and held your hand with such grace and softness. “I will do my best to serve you, My Lady.”

Even you had to admit—you could see why the maids gushed upon first laying eyes on him. He was utterly beautiful, like a blessing from Lord Khaslana himself. A face handcrafted by the god, dressed in white silks like a present.

You thought him just another obedient servant, another pair of watchful eyes sent to tame your unruly behavior at your ‘husband’s’ request. But the way his fingers lingered when he handed you your tea, the way his voice dipped low when he murmured, “Careful, My Lady, the High Priest is watching,”—it was all too deliberate.

“You have quite the pretty face,” you said dreamily as the two of you sat in a field of flowers. It had been a long time since you’d been out like this, relaxed. You were even allowed to go without guards now, thanks to Phainon’s presence. He perked up at your words, still seamlessly cutting the apple in his hand.

“Are you perhaps married?” you asked shamelessly—he was still a man, after all—but social awareness had flown out the window a long time ago.

Phainon’s knife paused mid-slice, just briefly, the silver edge catching the sunlight. He looked a bit stunned—not offended, not flustered, just… surprised. He looked like a dog!

Then he gave the smallest smile, the corners of his mouth curling like the first bloom of spring. “No, My Lady. I’m not married.”

You perked up immediately, leaning in a little with a cheeky grin. “Not even promised?”

“Not even promised,” he chuckled.

“Ugh, you're lucky you're not stuck like me,” you sighed, feeling a little jealous of his situation. He simply put an apple slice to your lips, then motioned to your mouth, which you leaned in toward.

“You don’t like your marriage, My Lady?” he asked—such a silly question, considering everyone already knew the answer.

“Of course not,” you replied almost immediately. “Lord Khaslana has two other wives. I doubt he even thinks I’m beautiful. Or that I exist.”

You said it matter-of-factly, with the same tone you’d use to comment on the weather, like it didn’t bother you. You took another apple slice from Phainon’s hand and popped it into your mouth.

When you looked back at him, he had a sad expression on his face—like you’d just kicked him. It almost felt like you’d kicked a puppy and now it was whining at your feet…

He must have been one of those people. The kind who cared quite a lot about Lord Khaslana.

“But I’m grateful to him for taking me in,” you sighed softly.

And yet, even as the two of you walked back, that strange undertone of sadness—or was it guilt?—never quite left his expression.

Comments and Reblogging are very appreciated!!

[bumperkars]

"I'm the.. what?"

♡⸝⸝ how random hsr characters would react to u saying a "you da birthday" joke

featuring ... dan heng, march 7th, blade, kafka, dr ratio, aventurine, gallagher, sunday, robin, argenti, mydei, jing yuan (wouldn't be me if i didn't have my man..).

genre: satire, romantic

cw: swearing, suggestive in some, gn!reader

a/n: i was gonna do more characters but i'm lowk tired i'm the snooze button..

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DAN HENG !

MARCH 7TH !

BLADE !

KAFKA !

DR. RATIO !

AVENTURINE !

GALLAGHER !

SUNDAY !

ROBIN !

ARGENTI !

MYDEI !

JING YUAN ! (he's so fine he the husband)

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