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Russian Roulette of Poison - Aventurine

A business deal, lies and a poisoned wine glass is how you find yourself in Aventurine’s arms, crying bitter tears of pain. A/N: I started playing Penacony and met Aventurine. Had some ideas brewing so here you go.

Warnings: Aventurine x fem! reader, angst drama and tension, I made up half of the stuff I say here, its all fanon, there is no logic only feelings

WC: 2356 — It’s another grand night in the magnificent land of dreams, Penacony. The Dreamscape Hotel is bustling with the most renowned guests and exquisite catering befitting for such a place. Everything glimmers and dazzles from the floor to the ceiling, there is a joyous melody playing in the background and the most unique conversations you have heard. But none of that matters to you as you sit at the far end of the lobby anxiously observing Aventurine, your situationship, and that lady next to him. From your position, you can only make out their figures but it is enough to make you nervous.

You massage your temples as you ponder on what is going on between them. Aventurine stands in front of the bar with a hand in his pocket and a wine glass in another with a smug smile on his face as he converses with that lady. Judging from her pose, she seems to be relaxed and friendly almost as if Aventurine was a long-lost friend she had reunited with at Penacony. Judging from her clothes, she seems to be someone of high status and wealth. Your head starts to throb as you dig through your mind and try to figure out where you had seen her before. She looked so familiar but why couldn’t you figure out who she was?

There’s a saying that goes: trust your gut. Trust your intuition for it tells you something is wrong before you even realise so. And right now your gut was sending you signals that something wasn’t right about the conversation between those two. That you had to interfere and see for yourself what was going on. In this land of dreams, even the brightest smiles hold sinister intentions and you knew for yourself you couldn’t trust anyone wholeheartedly here.

So you make up your mind and slowly walk over to them both, the bright lights shining over you as you move from the darkness of your corner back into the dazzling atmosphere of the hotel. Your eyes are fixated on the lady this time as she grabs two wine glasses off the counter and pours sparkling wine into them. Just like everything else in this room, the wine fizzes and reflects the light of the gleaming chandeliers in the room. Your eyes narrow immediately as she pours the wine into his glass; the subtle yet obvious change in the liquid immediately alerts you it's poisoned.

To your surprise, Aventurine casually just takes the glass and swirls it around, smiling at the woman while doing so. Now, you didn’t doubt his abilities -of course not! There is a reason he had earned the notorious reputation he has today. If life was a poker table, he always had a royal flush in his decks. Even if the odds weren’t in his favour he always found a way to turn the tables. Life was a grand gamble and he would always be the final victor, the one with the most chips and most wins at the table. Only a fool would misjudge a mastermind such as Aventurine.

But this was different. You were almost certain he didn’t know his wine was poisoned. To the untrained eye, the wine would appear as normal but to you, an expert in toxicology, it was obvious as hell. Years of forensics and cleaning up murders meant you were often able to predict danger before it unfolded.

“Don’t drink it..!”

Before you register your actions, you are already standing in front of Aventurine and the guest as you tightly grip his wine glass and look at him in panic. He glances at you momentarily with a confused look before shaking his head.

“It is rude to stop me from consuming a drink that was especially poured for me don’t you think?”

“My my, who do we have here? Care to introduce her, Aventurine?”

The woman interrupts your conversation and you turn to look at her, nervously fidgeting with your hands as you think of what to say. She doesn’t look angry but the way her eyes narrow slightly implies she isn’t too happy either.

“Oh her? I coincidentally ran into her at Penacony. She occasionally works with the IPC if contracted.”

Aventurine answers for you and you blink at him before quickly nodding. No, you both being here in Penacony was not a coincidence; he had brought you here with him given your…special relationship with him. The woman smirks and lifts her wine glass higher, swirling it intently before staring right into your eyes.

“And this friend of yours has quite the nerve to interrupt us so rudely don’t you think, Aventurine?”

“The guests on Penacony are always a handful.”

He replies and you sigh quietly. Of course, he wouldn’t really take your side just because you both were into each other. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but not exactly just friends either. Friends don’t kiss each other secretively while passing in the corridors. And friends definitely don’t spend the night together every few days. Keeping your complicated relationship status aside, business was business and right now you looked like a fool interrupting their conversation like this.

“The wine is poisoned Aventurine. Don’t drink it.”

You ignore the way they both take jabs at you and glance at Aventurine. You tightly grip his wine glass and try to take it away, but it doesn’t budge. The laugh the woman lets out in disbelief makes you turn your attention to her as she stares at you and scoffs.

“Poisoned? Are you out of your mind?”

“I saw it myself.”

“You saw the wine being poisoned? In this room full of people?”, she stretches her free hand and motions around the room at the bustling atmosphere surrounding you three. There were already eyes on you from the beginning and now more people were starting to look in your direction from the way the guest loudly spoke. Embarrassment creeps in and you feel yourself turning pink from the awkwardness of the situation. Regardless, you stay resolute and repeat your thoughts.

“I remember what I saw very well, madam. My eyes do not lie.”

You look straight into her eyes and she rolls them, clearly outraged by your accusations.

“You have quite the audacity to assume I would poison the wine of my dear guest so publicly.”

Aventurine watches quietly and seeing how neither of you were backing down he tries to calm down the tension.

“Hey, let's not go there now-“

“How about this, friend of Aventurine, since you don’t believe me, why don’t I drink the wine myself to prove to you that the wine isn’t poisoned?”

She cuts Aventurine off and smiles at you slyly as she raises her glass high in the air and takes a large sip of the wine. You nervously gulp as she pushes the glass away from her lips and looks at you.

“See? Nothing happened at all. You are embarrassing yourself.”

“But-”

“Enough. You’re humiliating yourself now. Everyone is looking at us, friend.”

Aventurine hisses into your ears and you feel your heart drop at the lack of his understanding of you. The shame and discomfort causes tears to form in your eyes and you harshly gulp, unwilling to show your weakness. Whispers and chuckles erupt in the air as you hear people talking about you and pointing fingers at you but you shake your head and focus on the situation at hand.

The woman keeps talking, insulting your intelligence and common sense but you’re too focused on your thoughts to fully register anything. You rack your brain as you try to think about how to prove yourself. It doesn’t take too long for you to figure out another path. Right, that must be it. If he wasn’t going to believe you then-

Without a word, you snatch Aventurine’s glass forcefully and take a sip of his wine. He is unable to stop you in time as the sparkling wine runs down your throat and the instant you swallow the liquid a bitter burning sensation sets in your throat.

-you would have to prove yourself in the most extreme way possible. Just as you suspected, it wasn’t the wine but the glass itself that was laced with poison. It was not strong enough to kill you immediately but not weak enough to set in slowly either. You stop momentarily and stare at the glass before gulping down the rest of it completely.

The average person would assume that the bitterness in their throat was the result of the strong wine; continuing to take slow sips throughout the party and allowing the small yet steady dosage of the drug to cause harm. This way the perpetrator wouldn’t be traced back so easily among the various servers, bartenders and guests. Yet you drinking the wine down in one go meant only one thing.

“!!!”

Aventurine stares in horror as the wine glass shatters on the floor and you fall along with it, choking and gasping for air. Loud gasps echo in the room as people watch everything unfold. You feel nauseous and an overwhelming amount of pain in your body from how the poison sets in so rapidly. Blood drips out of your mouth as you cough and tears follow. He quickly drops down to your level and takes you into his arms as he hurriedly observes you. The look of horror soon turns into full-blown anger as he looks back up at the guest, who is now smiling evilly without saying a word.

“You-!”

His voice is laced with frustration and shock; though he wants to say more, nothing comes out of his mouth. You don’t ever remember seeing Aventurine this mad. How his eyebrows knit together and his eyes are illuminated with fury as he stares at the guest makes you mentally chuckle even in such a state.

“A fool should never interfere in the wiseman’s plans.”

The guest completely ignores Aventurine and looks straight at you while speaking before scoffing and walking away. Aventurine wishes to run after her but he reconsiders when you weakly stroke his arm to stop him. He looks back at you with a sad smile as he tries to help you.

“A-Aventurine-“

“Silly girl. What on earth made you do that?”

You foolishly smile back at him and attempt to take a deep breath which makes you cough harshly.

“You never trusted me…even at the moment you didn’t believe in me…” His eyes widen and he exhales slowly. You both had a rocky relationship since the beginning. In between the romance and intimacy, there was a gaping hole regarding the emotional connection and understanding of each other. The trust you had in each other wasn’t firm and he definitely didn’t trust you as much as you trusted him.

“I…”

He doesn’t know what to say. He’s still processing his emotions as his gaze flickers back and forth between you body and the spilled wine. Seeing you like this deeply hurts him but he knows he hasn’t been the best man to you. Had he had faith in you and listened to your intuition, would you still have ended up like this?

“Anything for you Aventurine…anything…even if you don’t love me as much as I-“

“Don't. Please.”

He had never lost a gamble or a bet. Everything and everyone in his eyes was a chip at the table, a token to take a risk with to go big or go home. But tonight, his favourite chip was at the losing end and nothing could turn the bet back into his favour. You can hear his rapid breathing as he calls for backup and help all while trying to keep an eye on you. He couldn’t appear weak, even in such a position, he couldn’t show others how tightly his fist was clenched underneath the table.

He continues to hold onto you tightly, shouting orders and clearing the crowd to get you medical assistance. His panicked voice is all you remember before your eyes shut close and your breathing becomes almost undetectable. – In a quiet corridor, away from the main hall of the hotel, the guest dials her top contact and patiently waits. Once the line connects, she exhales.

“The job is done.”

A small laugh is heard over the guest’s phone after she speaks. She can hear the loud rustling of papers and items on the man’s desk before he replies.

“Good.”

“Despite the memory loss induced in her, it seems she still hasn’t learnt her lesson.”

“Oh?”

“Same foolish woman. Even after such a tragedy her mind still does the same pattern of behaviour that got her in trouble.”

“She didn’t remember you at all, Sapphire?”

“No sir.”

“Good.”

A moment of silence follows. Sapphire inhales slowly, wondering if she should speak her mind. After all, she was the guest Aventurine had been talking too and just like him; another member of the Ten Stonehearts. Regardless of their differences of opinion, he was still a colleague.

“You have something on your mind. Say it.”

“Sir…what about Aventurine?”

“He won’t know a thing. Besides, what happened to that girl is none of his concern.”

“..right.”

The call ends with a click and the man sighs as he places the handset back into the receiver. Besides the telephone, his nameplate glistens on the table glitters like the very gem he is named after, a Diamond. He rubs his temples and frowns as he recalls your case from seven years ago.

“Looks like you have caught on our little trick, infiltrator of the IPC. You were found in the wrong time and the wrong place. Lucky for you, your forensic skills are too excellent to throw away.”

“Can’t answer me? That is fine. Besides, I have no choice but to cause a slight corruption in your memory. Such a shame, Sapphire and you would have made good friends. A little electric shock is all you’re going to need and we will overlook your charges.”

“Oh my, fighting back are we? Don’t worry, there will be nothing left to fight for once we are done with you.” ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

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mm-lurking · 13 days

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palestine masterpost-masterpost

i've been trying my best to collect a bunch of links to other, more structured resources about the genocide in gaza, and what you, reading this, can do about it, that i'm going to compile here.

DON'T SCROLL PAST. LOOK THROUGH THE LINKS. REBLOG.

less and less people are talking about gaza every day, but it is still a very real crisis.

education, donations, speaking out, global links (masterpost)

links to contextual articles

for americans - state/congressional contacts

how you can help palestine - donations, petitions, campaigns, upcoming protests (masterpost)

non-politically motivated charity links

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petitions and congressional contact (masterpost)

education, current news, taking action, direct action and donations, current protests (masterpost)

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egypt, us/uk/canada/europe congressional contacts

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mm-lurking · 16 days

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I should write some of these with Blade and Al-Haitham

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#blade simp

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mm-lurking · 1 month

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Cold love (Blade arranged marriage AU)

Inspired by this one arranged marriage Blade c.ai bot I used a while ago. It took one use of the bot for my brain to produce simping juice again sheesh, I have a Blade problem if you cannot tell. No idea where I was going with this by the way, just needed some drama.

Warnings: Blade x fem! reader, mentions blood, negative thoughts, angst and fluff

WC: 3522 –

buzz

Your phone buzzes. Every night at 8 pm like clockwork you receive ominous messages from an anonymous sender. It is short and straight to the point as always, threatening you and your family if you and Blade don’t get divorced. And every night, for the past six months in your loveless marriage, you have read those messages and quietly put your phone away as your hands tremble and your heart pounds in your chest. And every night, as usual, Blade is indifferent to anything that happens to you, eating his dinner at the table quietly before retreating into his office for the night. It is almost like he is never present in the house.

When did things turn out like this? You ask yourself every night as your heart breaks and anxiety takes hold of your throat, rendering you unable to breathe. You married Blade ten months ago as a part of the contract between your father and him. Blade was a heartless businessman, one known for his wealth and prestige. As the CEO of the Hunt Enterprises, he was sought after by many families for marriage and other deals. In your case, however, you had no choice but to become a pawn when Blade saved your family business by stepping in to help your father, leaving him indebted. The swordsman took this as a chance to kill two birds with one stone, to get his part of the reward for helping your father and put a stop to the endless marriage proposals he received day and night.

You weren’t completely against the marriage since the beginning. The man treated you decently in your first few encounters together and he had a good background meaning you were in safe hands. There were several benefits your marriage gave you such as wealth and power. Hence you didn’t mind it all...that is when you realised that perhaps, you should have thought twice before saying yes. That this wasn’t your romance dramas where you both would fall in love slowly but surely and everything would be lovey-dovey. No, your life was far from that ideal fantasy you had in your mind. Blade had made it very clear since the wedding night that he wanted nothing to do with you. Any attempts you made even to create a bearable environment always resulted in cold glares and painful words you preferred not to recall. He made it his daily task to remind you one way or the other that this marriage was just for show and there was nothing you could do.

Any comments about divorce fell deaf on his ears. No matter what you said or did it was like talking to a wall, it had no effect on him at all. And soon you gave up even trying to talk to him, just doing your daily chores as a housewife and speaking to him if necessary. He never even attempted to look at you or after you even if you were sick or tired. It was truly a cold heartless marriage, one you wouldn’t even wish on your enemy. The worst part in your eyes was the fact you were starting to care for him and that you truly believed that one day, just one day, you could have a happy ending. Perhaps that is why you have been able to endure it so far.

Your phone buzzes on the dinner table again bringing you back to reality. Blade sits across you eating his dinner as usual, saying nothing. You sigh quietly as you pick up your phone, your hands trembling as you read today’s message. Interestingly, this time there are two. One threatens you like always but this time, the other one threatens Blade as well. There is an odd specificity to it, almost like your every move outside the house is being tracked by someone. The threats this time are pretty severe, threatening to hurt you physically and tank Blade’s company if you don’t divorce him.

Beads of sweat roll down your face as you place your phone back on the table, trying to appear as calm as possible. The pounding of your heart makes it hard for you to think clearly and you abruptly stand up to get some fresh air, only to accidentally knock over your glass causing it to shatter on the marble floor.

“S-sorry…”

You stutter softly, afraid to elicit anger from your husband. You quickly kneel to collect the glass shards, completely disregarding common sense and safety causing your fingers to get cut and bleed. Blood drips down your fingers and splatters on the floor like velvet dye, making you panic even more. Blade watches you carefully, remaining silent as he pauses eating and stares at your figure on the other end of the table. You try your best to pick up the shards as fast as possible, rushing to the dustbin to dispose of them not realising you’re leaving a trail of blood everywhere. You panic harder as everything feels overwhelming and you struggle to maintain a calm demeanor.

buzz

Your phone buzzes again for the night which sends you into flight or fight mode. Blood splatters on the table as you hurriedly close your phone with bloody fingers, not wanting to read any more of those texts. Tears fill your eyes and you shake visibly, feeling the weight of everything crumble on you. Blade suddenly puts down his utensils and stands up, making his way towards you causing you to tremble harder.

“Unlock your phone.”

He says calmly. It takes you a moment to process that he’s talking to you and without a word you unlock it and hand it over as you avoid eye contact. He casually takes it despite blood being smeared on your phone as if it doesn’t faze him. You stand there awkwardly as he sifts through your messages with a displeased look on his face wondering if he would get upset at you. After a moment he turns his gaze at you and speaks.

“For how long?”

“What do you mean?”

“For how long have you been receiving these messages?”

“...six months.”

His grip on your phone tightens and he glares at you.

“And not once did you decide to approach me?”

“...”

You gulp and tightly grip your bleeding hand, afraid of responding.

“I am asking you a question.”

“Y-you said that you didn’t want anything to do with me so…”

He pauses. Indeed that was the truth, for he had kept you at a distance and shunned you away. You take the silence as an opportunity to slowly find the courage to look at him and continue speaking.

“I wanted to tell you but you always left after eating dinner and I didn’t know how to bring it up-”

“That is my fault. My apologies.”

“W-what..”

You stare at his face, unable to believe that this man is apologising to you for neglecting you. He stares back, his eyes softening slightly as he contemplates on what to say next.

“Just because I don’t love you doesn’t mean I want you dead.”

He says pursing his lips. There are several things you want to say, things along the lines of ‘your actions say otherwise’ or ‘you probably only care because you’re threatened too this time’ but you remain silent and focus your gaze on your bloodied hands instead. The cuts don’t sting as much anymore but the amount of blood soaking in your clothes and on the floor isn’t a good sign. Blade follows your line of sight and frowns.

“Wash your hands and stay here.”

He turns his back towards you and walks away to his office. You do as he says, washing your hands and waiting for him at the dining table. Blade returns with a first aid kit and gestures to you to sit down before drawing a chair for himself to sit on. Without a word, he takes your injured hand causing you to flinch from the sudden touch. His large calloused hands accommodate your small ones well as he gently works on your injuries being extra careful as you seethe and sigh from the alcohol stinging your wounds. When you subconsciously try to pull away your hand his grip on you tightens.

“It hurts…!”

You cry out loud as tears fill your eyes from the pain. Blade shakes his head and continues, ignoring your whining. After what feels like an eternity, he finally bandages you up and releases your hand, looking at you while doing so.

“That should do it. I apologise if I was rough.”

You look at him dumbfounded, unable to believe that this man had not only apologised twice in less than 30 minutes but had also paid attention to you for once AND cleaned your wounds. Was he drunk? Did he fall on his head on the way back home today? You are speechless and gawk at him, trying to decipher what was going on.

“...is something the matter…?”

He asks curiously which makes you scoff.

“I should be the one asking you that. Is something the matter? You…would never do this for me,” you lift your neatly bandaged hand as you continue, “You have never even looked in my direction since we became married. What has gotten into you today?”

His eyes darken and from the proximity of you both, you can see his jaw clench. You gulp wondering if you have started something you won’t be able to handle. The few pauses of silence make you highly uncomfortable and you quickly say something meekly.

“I-its fine. Forget I asked.”

Your chair screeches across the marble floor as you hurriedly get up and grab your phone to run away only for his hand to tightly clasp your arm, preventing you from leaving. Your heart pounds in your chest and you close your eyes momentarily, silently praying this won’t be your last night alive. Another screech fills the air as Blade pushes his chair and stands up peering at your back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room?”

“I don’t think so Mrs.”

You feel your lungs stop working as you slowly turn around and blink at him. His frame towers over you and you gulp as you crane your neck to see his face well. There is an air of seriousness and admonition from him, making you nervous.

“I-”

“Not a word from you.”

He warns making you immediately shut up.

“I admit I haven’t been the best husband to you. I don’t care what happens to you or what you do with your life. You’re a pawn to me and that’s all you will ever be.”

For the nth time in your marriage, your heart drops into your stomach and you find yourself struggling to breathe. There is no remorse in his voice as he speaks blatantly; his words are one stab after another, always causing immense distress and pain to you. You try to hold back your tears and appear strong.

“...that is what I would have said to you before.”

The grip on your arm loosens and he looks away as if he were regretting what he had done to you. There is a softness in his voice you have never heard before. You stay rooted to the ground and gaze at him as if giving him silent permission to continue.

“You need to stay away from me,” he says as he retracts his hand from your arm, “it is the only way I can keep you safe.”

“Keep me safe?”, you scoff in disbelief. “How is mistreating me for months end keeping me safe?!”

There was no use playing the perfect calm wife at this point anymore. You were tired and frustrated from being treated like this and it was evident in the bitterness of your voice as you spoke. Blade exhales before explaining himself.

“You don’t understand, do you? Clearly your father explained nothing to you.”

“What do you mean?”

You clench your teeth wondering what was he on about. Instead of answering your question, he turns his back to you and remains silent, pondering if he should say something. You watch how his shoulders rise and fall before he finally speaks.

“This marriage…was a request from your father to keep you safe. As his only daughter, you have more enemies than you can think of.”

Your eyes widen in shock and you stare at him in horror, unable to believe what he’s saying. Yes, you knew you were targetted by rival companies and others who wanted to hurt your father but marriage to a man as heartless as Blade? How could your father go so far?

“He wouldn’t do this to me…papa would never willingly allow me to be married to someone as cruel as you.”

You feel a bitter taste in your mouth as you speak. This was something you never expected to find out from him. You continue rambling, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Even if he wanted to protect me…he would have told me-”

“Did you really think I barged into your father’s office and demanded him to give his daughter to me?”

Blade turns around and looks at you sharply. You cower but remain firm in your stance regardless.

“What if I say yes?”

“Then you’re gravely mistaken.”

He takes a step closer to you and you bite your tongue as you glare at him. There is a lot more you want to say but you choose to remain quiet.

“Your father trusted no one enough to give them his precious daughter. He had no choice but to request this marriage after the targets grew on your back. I offered him security and guaranteed protection. That story he told you about your family business debt? All of it is false.”

Tears sting your eyes and you huff.

“Even if that was true, why couldn’t he just tell me the truth? What was so wrong about me finding out?”

“It is best you don’t know.”

He glances at your phone and then back at you. “Those messages you have been receiving…I suspect it’s the same people who are after you,” his eyebrows scrunch as he frowns with a distant look in his eyes, “it seems I have failed in protecting you.”

Your knuckles turn white from how tightly you clench your phone, feeling disappointed and frustrated with the turn of events. Were you doomed to such schemes forever? “If marrying me was the only way to keep me safe, you could have at least treated me with dignity and respect,” you jab your finger into his chest as you speak, “you could have at least pretended to care, pretended to make this bearable for the both of us. You failed in protecting me not because you couldn’t protect me, but rather because you didn’t care enough to do so.”

He stares at you, wincing slightly at your aggressive jabbing. His focus is on the tears flowing down your face and the pain in your eyes that causes his heart to hurt.

“...I am aware. Marrying you wasn’t sufficient to stop those bastards. Of course they had to relentlessly harass you through those messages.”

“Do you have any idea how much it hurts Blade? To receive such malicious messages every damn day and have to pretend I am ok? Do you even fathom the pain of having such a heartless husband like you who doesn’t even glance once in your direction?”

Your voice breaks with each word you speak and eventhough you try so hard to hold back your tears, it all comes flooding as you express your pain. Blade stands still for a moment before gently placing his hands on your cheeks, awkwardly wiping away your tears with his thumb. The sudden contact makes you flinch but you allow it, letting him look after you as he pleases.

“I apologise for everything I have done to you. I know no amount of words will take your pain and suffering away. I…I couldn’t risk it.”

“Risk what?”

You say sniffling and he lifts your chin as he speaks. Sparks run down your body as he makes eye contact with you, looking at you with such tenderness that it makes you flustered.

“I agreed to your father’s marriage request because I didn’t mind you. However…”

His voice trails off as if he's hesitating to speak his mind. You frown.

“However what?”

“..I can’t have you get too close to me, it is even more dangerous than your current situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“...forget it.”

There are conflicting feelings on his face as he drops his hands from your face and turns around once again, leaving you confused.

“It’s getting late. You should go to bed.”

He says normally as if nothing happened and is about to walk away when you grab onto his suit vest, astonishing him.

“You can’t just walk away like this.”

He pauses and you quickly let go of him, afraid to overstep his boundaries. This time, you walk around to face him unwilling to end this conversation until you have an answer. He exhales slowly knowing he cannot escape you.

“Explain yourself Blade. What do you mean?”

He stares at you as his gaze flickers back and forth from your eyes to your lips. There is turmoil brewing in his eyes as he wonders how to explain himself to you. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“…I cannot afford to fall in love with you. That would put you at the risk of having more enemies from my side.”

The flabbergasted look on your face makes Blade unknowingly break out a tiny smile. He can hear the pounding of your heart and see the obvious redness of your cheeks.

“If I fall for you…things would get more difficult for you than they already are and-“

“Are they not difficult enough already Blade? You married me to keep me safe from my enemies, didn’t you? Yet,” you gesture at your phone, “it didn’t stop them at all.”

He breathes heavily as you step closer, your body mere centimetres away from closing the gap between you two.

“So what difference would it make if we fell in love? Even if the number of enemies after me grew, at least I would have your support and strength. Is that not enough to give me a chance, Blade?”

Silence follows afterwards as you both gaze into each other’s eyes, trying to understand each other’s perspective. You can hear how deeply he is breathing as he searches for answers in your eyes. Your breathing rate isn’t normal either; the way you’re taking shallow breaths at the thought of being in love with him scares you. You wait for his answer but seeing him remain quiet you sigh.

“I guess I am not worth a chance.”

You whisper out loud and look away from him. He immediately interjects, delicately placing a hand on the small of your back while the other one tilts your chin up again.

“No, that’s not true. If anything, I am the one who's not worth the second chance. I thought treating you coldly and keeping you at a distance would make you hate me. I thought it would make things easier for the both of us.”

You can tell he’s still conflicted about allowing you into his heart based on the way he looks at you. Instead of saying something you put your hands on his chest, weakly smiling as you feel his heartbeat on the tip of your fingers. His eyes widen momentarily and his cheeks turn pink.

“I could never hate you Blade.”

The breathiness of your voice makes his heart race faster. He subconsciously pulls you in deeper causing your body to press against his completely. You shiver at how gently he caresses your cheek.

“Then…allow me to fall in love with you.”

You gasp as you feel his soft lips on your forehead. The warmth from his action gives you goosebumps and you can feel your heart trying to leap out of your chest. You burn up fiercely and attempt to hide into his chest which makes him chuckle. He rests his head on top of yours and you feel his hair tickle your neck. A shy smile spreads on your face as you wrap your arms around his waist. He reciprocates by hugging you back harder; his hands firmly planted on your back as if unwilling to let go of you. There is a newfound sense of security in the way he envelopes his arms around you as if silently promising you protection from this moment onwards. While you are immersed in his comfort, what you cannot see is the rage burning in his eyes and the gears of his head turning violently as he thinks about your enemies. His mind runs wild with all sorts of plans on how he is going to slice them all up the moment he finds them.

After all, your father never told you Blade was the CEO of an assassin company. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

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With all the nonsense happening because people are selling fanfics on Etsy, I’m gonna lay down some rules real quick for myself.

My work is not allowed to be reposted anywhere. I don’t care if it’s translated or what. It’s my work and I decide what happens to it.

If I see my work reposted, stolen, or being sold, I will remove it instantly from everywhere. Gone forever. No one gets to see it anymore.

I’ve had my work stolen, it’s not fun. It’s not a compliment to how good it is. It’s awful and I’m still not over it.

If you want to print out my stories and bind them for your own personal use, then please show me your hard work, and enjoy your own personal copy. Do not sell it.

These stories are hard work, if they weren’t then why are people stealing fanfics and selling them? Write your own shit or get off the planet with that nonsense.

Fanfics are not meant to be sold. My works are original, yes, but fanfic is the backbone and catalyst of mine and many other’s writing career. Fanfics are not meant to be sold because they are fab works and the original creators can, have, and will use the law to their fullest. Then no one gets anything. Fandom as you know it will crash and burn. Fanfic and fanart are free for this very reason.

This isn’t funny of cute. There are serious and dubious repercussions. You’re hurting everyone.

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Cold love (Blade arranged marriage AU)

Warnings: Blade x fem! reader, mentions blood, negative thoughts, angst and fluff

WC: 3522 –

buzz

“S-sorry…”

buzz

“Unlock your phone.”

“For how long?”

“What do you mean?”

“For how long have you been receiving these messages?”

“...six months.”

His grip on your phone tightens and he glares at you.

“And not once did you decide to approach me?”

“...”

You gulp and tightly grip your bleeding hand, afraid of responding.

“I am asking you a question.”

“Y-you said that you didn’t want anything to do with me so…”

He pauses. Indeed that was the truth, for he had kept you at a distance and shunned you away. You take the silence as an opportunity to slowly find the courage to look at him and continue speaking.

“I wanted to tell you but you always left after eating dinner and I didn’t know how to bring it up-”

“That is my fault. My apologies.”

“W-what..”

You stare at his face, unable to believe that this man is apologising to you for neglecting you. He stares back, his eyes softening slightly as he contemplates on what to say next.

“Just because I don’t love you doesn’t mean I want you dead.”

“Wash your hands and stay here.”

“It hurts…!”

“That should do it. I apologise if I was rough.”

“...is something the matter…?”

He asks curiously which makes you scoff.

“I-its fine. Forget I asked.”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room?”

“I don’t think so Mrs.”

“I-”

“Not a word from you.”

He warns making you immediately shut up.

“I admit I haven’t been the best husband to you. I don’t care what happens to you or what you do with your life. You’re a pawn to me and that’s all you will ever be.”

“...that is what I would have said to you before.”

“You need to stay away from me,” he says as he retracts his hand from your arm, “it is the only way I can keep you safe.”

“Keep me safe?”, you scoff in disbelief. “How is mistreating me for months end keeping me safe?!”

“You don’t understand, do you? Clearly your father explained nothing to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“This marriage…was a request from your father to keep you safe. As his only daughter, you have more enemies than you can think of.”

“He wouldn’t do this to me…papa would never willingly allow me to be married to someone as cruel as you.”

You feel a bitter taste in your mouth as you speak. This was something you never expected to find out from him. You continue rambling, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Even if he wanted to protect me…he would have told me-”

“Did you really think I barged into your father’s office and demanded him to give his daughter to me?”

Blade turns around and looks at you sharply. You cower but remain firm in your stance regardless.

“What if I say yes?”

“Then you’re gravely mistaken.”

He takes a step closer to you and you bite your tongue as you glare at him. There is a lot more you want to say but you choose to remain quiet.

Tears sting your eyes and you huff.

“Even if that was true, why couldn’t he just tell me the truth? What was so wrong about me finding out?”

“It is best you don’t know.”

He stares at you, wincing slightly at your aggressive jabbing. His focus is on the tears flowing down your face and the pain in your eyes that causes his heart to hurt.

“...I am aware. Marrying you wasn’t sufficient to stop those bastards. Of course they had to relentlessly harass you through those messages.”

“I apologise for everything I have done to you. I know no amount of words will take your pain and suffering away. I…I couldn’t risk it.”

“Risk what?”

You say sniffling and he lifts your chin as he speaks. Sparks run down your body as he makes eye contact with you, looking at you with such tenderness that it makes you flustered.

“I agreed to your father’s marriage request because I didn’t mind you. However…”

His voice trails off as if he's hesitating to speak his mind. You frown.

“However what?”

“..I can’t have you get too close to me, it is even more dangerous than your current situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“...forget it.”

There are conflicting feelings on his face as he drops his hands from your face and turns around once again, leaving you confused.

“It’s getting late. You should go to bed.”

He says normally as if nothing happened and is about to walk away when you grab onto his suit vest, astonishing him.

“You can’t just walk away like this.”

“Explain yourself Blade. What do you mean?”

“…I cannot afford to fall in love with you. That would put you at the risk of having more enemies from my side.”

The flabbergasted look on your face makes Blade unknowingly break out a tiny smile. He can hear the pounding of your heart and see the obvious redness of your cheeks.

“If I fall for you…things would get more difficult for you than they already are and-“

“Are they not difficult enough already Blade? You married me to keep me safe from my enemies, didn’t you? Yet,” you gesture at your phone, “it didn’t stop them at all.”

He breathes heavily as you step closer, your body mere centimetres away from closing the gap between you two.

“So what difference would it make if we fell in love? Even if the number of enemies after me grew, at least I would have your support and strength. Is that not enough to give me a chance, Blade?”

“I guess I am not worth a chance.”

You whisper out loud and look away from him. He immediately interjects, delicately placing a hand on the small of your back while the other one tilts your chin up again.

“I could never hate you Blade.”

The breathiness of your voice makes his heart race faster. He subconsciously pulls you in deeper causing your body to press against his completely. You shiver at how gently he caresses your cheek.

“Then…allow me to fall in love with you.”

After all, your father never told you Blade was the CEO of an assassin company. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #hsr x reader #blade hsr #hsr blade #blade x you #hsr angst #blade angst #yingxing #blade x y/n #blade x female reader #blade x fem! reader #blade AU #arranged marriage #blade business man AU #stellaron hunters

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“Hamas shouldn’t have attacked”

🙃

The Israeli genocide of Palestinians has been ongoing for 70 years.

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my new updated art commission info!

comms currently OPEN

DM me here, on Insta or on Discord to get in touch about commissions :)

(EDIT, please reblog this version!! :

I would like to clarify that I'm totally fine drawing self-inserts! when I say I won't draw ships involving real people what I mean is, for example, you or an oc x a content creator, or shipping of two other real people. If you're still unsure whether your request is one I'll accept, please just ask and I will clarify.)

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IM CRYINGG this is so true

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A conversation I had with @procrastinatae about this piece:

It's too late - Blade

Angst, angst and angst. Because I wanted to write pain. I tried a new perspective so apologies if it's confusing!

Warning: Blade x fem! reader, there is literally not a single drop of comfort in here, it's pure angst. I am not sorry

WC: 2238 – The tension is suffocating at the Exalting Sanctum in the Xianzhou Luofu. It is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The sun is hanging low in the sky as Blade stands on the other side from the Astral Express members and the general of the Luofu, Jing Yuan. No words are exchanged but enough emotions are conveyed through the glares and stiff body language from everyone in front of him.

Blade calmly observes the people. There is backup from the cloud knights behind the general and the Astral Express. He glances at the battlefield and takes note of the extra backups on the adjacent side of the general. As usual, this fight will be nothing more than child’s play; after all, taking out several enemies in one go was his bread and butter. The cloud knights weren’t even worth his attention, for they were just training dummies in his eyes.

“Member of the Stellaron Hunter, your games have come to an end. Drop your weapon and surrender.”

Jing Yuan steps forward as he speaks with authority. There is a glint in his eyes that only Blade understands, it’s a glint that asks him to quietly comply with whatever the general is planning. Both parties know that he cannot be held hostage, for Kafka would save him one way or the other. Besides, Jing Yuan’s past with the wanted criminal would mean that no matter what, he could never be in serious trouble on the Luofu.

“You impede me.”

Blade scowls. If it was just Jing Yuan and his pathetic guards, he could have handled it alone, but why was the Astral Express here too? This was supposed to be a Xianzhou Alliance situation and it had nothing to do with the outsiders. A soft zap fills the air when he conjures his sword and points it towards the general, ready to fight. He narrows his eyes when he sees how the general nods his head and smiles. Things were going his way indeed.

“It appears that communication will not suffice any longer. My friends from the Astral Express, get ready.”

Jing Yuan sternly commands his companions as he also gets in the position to fight. Yet when he’s about to draw his sword he’s stopped by Dan Heng who extends his arm out.

“General, you haven’t recovered from Phantylia completely. We will take care of this. I’m sure Stelle, March and I can handle him. Besides we have all the backup we need, you needn't get yourself involved.”

“Confident aren’t we today?”

Blade mocks from the distance and Dan Heng snaps his head towards him, frowning. An evil grin slowly appears on Blade’s face as he confidently walks closer with his sword ready.

“Traitor of the Xianzhou,” He says wickedly, “how about a rematch-!”

There is no time for Dan Heng to prepare as Blade rapidly starts to attack him left and right leaving no room for him to think. The swords clash loudly with one another as they go back and forth with each other. Even with March 7th and Stelle aiding, Blade evades one hit after the other, skillfully wielding his sword to deflect their advances. Fury is evident in his eyes and his mania for revenge is crystal clear from the aggression he displays with his weapon.

Everyone moves out of the way as they both battle their way through on the ground, afraid to get involved. Dan Heng manages to warn the others to not interfere as he single-handedly struggles to keep up with Blade. The hostility between the two is too dangerous for anyone to be dragged in. Their exchange is like a dance, a dance of danger and death with the loud noises of their weapons being the melody. It doesn’t take long for the Vidyadhara descendant to get cornered by the Stelleron Hunter as he struggles to push the man off.

“Give up.”

Blade smirks as he watches the man struggle to push his weapon away. Jing Yuan, who had been carefully watching from a distance, chooses to intervene now as he rushes over and aids Dan Heng. The battle continues once again, this time with Jing Yuan being the receiver of Blade’s blows. The general manages to push Blade back to his original spot; the sounds of their swords getting sharper and louder with each strike.

“Blade this is enough.”

“Hmph.”

He sighs knowing he can’t get past Blade’s stubbornness. They both continue to fight endlessly, neither one willing to put down the sword first.

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The wind whizzes past your face as you sprint as fast as possible to find Blade. At this time of the day, you would usually be heading back home from work. However, a moment ago Stelle messaged you, informing you of the conflict between Blade and Dan Heng, urgently pleading for your assistance. You agreed as there was nothing more important than stopping your man from killing his archnemesis. You rush to the location, panting and wheezing as you go up and down the flight of stairs and the maze-like corridors to finally arrive at the scene.

You are appalled by the sight in front of you. Several cloud knights are lying around on the floor injured while the others have retreated from fear of getting involved. The Astral Express members are in one corner trying to stop their male companion from joining the general to fight Blade. Your eyes finally land on Blade, who is effortlessly battling Jing Yuan with a psychopathic smile on his face. Chills run down your spine as you try to figure out what to do without getting caught in the heat of it. Unfortunately for you, fate has other plans.

Dan Heng refuses to stay put as he pushes Stelle and March 7th out of his way, stumbling to get to Jing Yuan. On the other side, Blade who hasn’t stopped striking even once, sees Dan Heng out of the corner of his eyes and grins. Without a word, he distances himself from the general putting enough space between the two so he can lift his sword and hurl it towards Dan Heng.

You watch in horror as the sword flies through the battlefield, its course set to hurt the Vidyadhara. Instinctively you bolt towards Dan Heng, using your body as a shield to prevent him from getting hurt. Everything happens so fast, yet you feel like your world is in slow-mo. You manage to interfere just in time as the sword flies halfway in its path and pierces you instead. The momentum makes the sword push through your skin and organs and comes out from your back causing you to stagger. You want to yell and scream but the agony and pain make your throat locked, unable to breathe or say anything. You hear Dan Heng shout your name but his voice feels so far away as your mind goes blank and eyes widen. The yelling makes Jing Yuan turn around and Blade freeze up when his eyes land on you. All three men are stunned as they look at what has occurred.

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“..!!”

His world is spinning. Everything around him is a blur in his eyes as he dashes forward, past Jing Yuan, to catch you in his arms right as you hit the ground. His mind is racing full of thoughts, confused and shocked as to where you came from and how he didn’t see you. The look of horror doesn’t leave his face as he stares at what he has done; his sword has impaled through your body completely like a fishball on a skewer. Blood leaks out of you like a waterfall, spreading through your clothes, his hands and the floor. You cough out blood and it trickles down your chin, falling on his fingers. The sight is too gruesome to see even for him, yet he cannot look away.

“B-blade…”

You say very weakly as you look at his face. Your voice is so soft that even the subtle breeze threatens to carry it away.

“You…!”

He manages to choke out, holding you tightly in his arms. His gaze flickers all over your body trying to make sense of your situation. Your fingers loosely cling onto his coat in an attempt to consolidate him.

“It’s ok…love…”

His heartbeat is through the roof as he watches you struggling to speak. You slowly lift your bloody left hand and he latches on to it immediately, tightening his fingers around your shaky palm. There is a small smile on your face as you gently brush his cheek with all your strength.

“Don’t-”

He’s struggling to find the right words. What can he say? What is there left to say?

“I love you…”

His eyes widen when you say so and he shakes his head.

“No, don’t- don’t-” You both know you don’t have time left. You cannot be saved but he refuses to believe it. “Please don’t-”, he continues, “you can’t-”

Tears spill from your eyes as you stare into his crimson eyes for one last time, admiring the mysteries of his depths that you never got to fully explore in this lifetime. You muster your final breath and slowly speak.

“I love you very much…”

The hand on his cheek drops on the floor with a loud thud and his breath hitches. The tiny smile on your face recedes and your eyes close as your body goes limp. He shakes you gently trying to wake you up.

“?!?!”

He yells out your name in distress. Despite his attempts, you don’t wake up. He desperately shakes you over and over, pleading for you to open your eyes one last time, for you to speak to him once more, for you to just smile at him once again, to wake up and tell him it’s a joke or that it’s just a bad dream he’s having but alas, you have departed to a place he has spent his cursed life seeking and hopelessly wishing for. Death had come for you before him and once again he had to watch another loved one leave him alone in this empty world full of lies and deceptions. You, the one thing he considered to be the light in his darkness, the star in his empty sky, had also dimmed.

Jing Yuan and Dan Heng come over quickly, still too staggered to process everything. They look back and forth between Blade and you with no words good enough to speak. He continues to hold you tightly, unwilling to let go of you even if seeing his sword in your body breaks him in ways he cannot comprehend.

“Bla-”

“Leave us alone.”

He says weakly as he stares at your now peaceful face. Your eyes are closed and you look so calm as if a giant sword wasn’t anchored into your body. His bloody hand finds its way to your cheek and he softly strokes it, cherishing every touch he has remaining.

“Blade you have to-”

“I said leave us alone!”

Blade yells out at the two men, his voice hoarse from the events that have unfolded. Anger and pain swirl in his bloodshot eyes as he tries to keep himself under control. He turns back to look at you, his eyes softening once again.

“She’s gone….”

He mutters to himself, still holding you tightly. Jing Yuan stays rooted in his spot for a while before gesturing for his knights to leave to give some privacy to you both.

“She wasn’t supposed to be here…where did she come from..?”

Jing Yuan watches his long-time friend mumbling quietly, unsure if he should say anything.

“I killed her…I did this.”

“It was not on purpose. We didn’t know she would get caught in the middle of this.”

The general finally says something, carefully picking his words to not aggravate the swordsman. Silence falls once again and Dan Heng gestures at Jing Yuan to leave with him.

“She needs to be buried soon, Blade. Call for us when you’re ready.”

They give you both one last glance before walking away with the other two Astral Express members. There is an unsettling calmness in the air as everyone leaves the two of you alone. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It was just supposed to be the usual antics between him and the general. He only had to spar with Dan Heng, have the general interfere and then make his escape. It was supposed to be as simple as that without you involved. He was supposed to meet you at Aurum Alley at sunset yet here he was, holding your dead body during sundown.

Blade is not a man of emotions yet he finds his eyes becoming misty as he continues staring at you, unable to move or speak. He struggles to breathe, heaving while trying to process your death, replaying your fall over and over like a broken radio. Fate truly enjoyed playing its cruel tricks on him, making him dance around like a puppet on strings. He was imprisoned in a glass jail for eternity as he watched everyone live out their dreams while his faded away. No matter how hard he tried to find happiness in his cursed immortal life, it was always snatched away. He looks at you one last time, caressing your cheeks before kissing your cold forehead gently.

#Me being me

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the fight is not over until we have a free Palestine!! keep boycotting! keep spreading awareness, sharing information and staying up-to-date! it's the least we can do

it is really not hard to do a little research if you still somehow aren't aware of the atrocities — the genocide taking place.

I reblog a lot of info and helpful links/fundraisers but I understand it's a lot to surf through. a quick Google search will do. since October I have also learned so much more about the issues and Palestinian life.

I have always been a firm supporter of Palestine as my parents would tell me about the Israeli occupation since I was a kid, but it was difficult to talk about both online and irl as you would be labelled antisemitic, and especially as a Muslim I was always fearful of being hurt or targeted myself due to Islamaphobia and general ignorance/prejudice still being prevalent and common.

now we are at a unique point in history where the world is finally aware, millions of people are supporting Palestinians in their struggles and finally hearing their voices. admiring their unbreakable faith and resilience. it's just sad that it had to get this badly out of hand for that to happen. but it's not too late to get educated and help however you can.

THIS IS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS. IT IS ABOUT LIFE OR DEATH.

and to those who have been supporting the cause, no matter when you started, when you learnt about what's going on, thank you. and I know that despite our fortunate positions, this stuff really weighs on one's mind. we're expected to get on with normal life despite watching one of the most tragic events in history unfold before our eyes as probably the most documented genocide of all time. it's hard. and I see you. it's okay to take a step back when you need to, but don't give up. keep fighting for them. we all need to be in this together.

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heyaaa! sorry for the inactivity!! I was quite busy with college week so I wasn't able to post anything for a while ;-;;; Anyways,,, here's bladie for the time being ^.^

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It's too late - Blade

Angst, angst and angst. Because I wanted to write pain. I tried a new perspective so apologies if it's confusing!

Warning: Blade x fem! reader, there is literally not a single drop of comfort in here, it's pure angst. I am not sorry

“Member of the Stellaron Hunter, your games have come to an end. Drop your weapon and surrender.”

“You impede me.”

“It appears that communication will not suffice any longer. My friends from the Astral Express, get ready.”

Jing Yuan sternly commands his companions as he also gets in the position to fight. Yet when he’s about to draw his sword he’s stopped by Dan Heng who extends his arm out.

“Confident aren’t we today?”

Blade mocks from the distance and Dan Heng snaps his head towards him, frowning. An evil grin slowly appears on Blade’s face as he confidently walks closer with his sword ready.

“Traitor of the Xianzhou,” He says wickedly, “how about a rematch-!”

“Give up.”

“Blade this is enough.”

“Hmph.”

He sighs knowing he can’t get past Blade’s stubbornness. They both continue to fight endlessly, neither one willing to put down the sword first.

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“..!!”

“B-blade…”

You say very weakly as you look at his face. Your voice is so soft that even the subtle breeze threatens to carry it away.

“You…!”

“It’s ok…love…”

“Don’t-”

He’s struggling to find the right words. What can he say? What is there left to say?

“I love you…”

His eyes widen when you say so and he shakes his head.

“No, don’t- don’t-” You both know you don’t have time left. You cannot be saved but he refuses to believe it. “Please don’t-”, he continues, “you can’t-”

“I love you very much…”

“?!?!”

“Bla-”

“Leave us alone.”

“Blade you have to-”

“I said leave us alone!”

“She’s gone….”

He mutters to himself, still holding you tightly. Jing Yuan stays rooted in his spot for a while before gesturing for his knights to leave to give some privacy to you both.

“She wasn’t supposed to be here…where did she come from..?”

Jing Yuan watches his long-time friend mumbling quietly, unsure if he should say anything.

“I killed her…I did this.”

“It was not on purpose. We didn’t know she would get caught in the middle of this.”

The general finally says something, carefully picking his words to not aggravate the swordsman. Silence falls once again and Dan Heng gestures at Jing Yuan to leave with him.

“She needs to be buried soon, Blade. Call for us when you’re ready.”

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #blade hsr #hsr x reader #blade x you #hsr angst #blade angst #hsr blade #no fluff #pure angst #yingxing #stellaron hunters #blade x fem! reader #blade x female reader #blade x y/n

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