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fortheloveofarchons · 22 days

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Caelus gets a message from Argenti

Inspired by @majunjuu on Instagram and Twitter (X)! Go check her art out! C.W. - Caelus/DanHeng ship - Argenti/Caelus ship - Fluff and humour - Fluff and angst - March 7th, Dan Heng, Pom-Pom, Himeko, and Welt appears in this chapter

It was a long day of trailblazing at the Xianzhou Luofu, and Caelus just hopped out of the shower. His skin tingles with the lingering warmth of the water. Droplets glisten on his skin, catching the soft light and casting a glow around the trailblazer.

Placing his towel around his neck, he joins Dan Heng and March 7th, who are all chilling in her bedroom. Dan Heng is sitting on the bunny-shaped lounge chair, reading a book contendly, a book that is most likely about Luofu. This cosy rest area of March 7th’s room is in stark contrast to Dan Heng’s sparse floor bed next door. The velvet blanket is soft to the touch and feels pretty comfortable. Sitting on it feels just as comfortable; not sure about sleeping on it, though.

Meanwhile, March 7th is chilling on her bed, hugging her bear-shaped pillow. Half of her bed is neatly made; the other, not. Intuition already tells Caelus that the bed is definitely comfier than Dan Heng’s bed.

“Hey! Dry off your hair before you even try to hop into my bed Caelus!” March 7th puffs her cheeks in frustration, already pushing Caelus away with her foot. “The last time you didn’t dry your hair, you soaked my favourite pillow!”

“Okay, okay! Just stop trying to kick me!” Caelus settles into a chair that’s right next to March 7th’s desk, he holds his towel and runs his hands through his damp hair, ruffling the strands as he leans back against the chair. The scent of soap lingers in the air, a refreshing reminder of the simple pleasures of cleanliness and self-care. Better than the smell of stinky trash cans like a messy raccoon.

Speaking of trash cans…

Caelus whips out his phone from his pocket, and searches for the photos that he took a few weeks ago. All of which consists of trash cans that were in Jarilo-VI.

Being bored, Caelus types in a contact name, and types in a sentence.

Trailblazer: Argenti, look at this silver can I found a few weeks ago. What do you think of it?

He sends the message and a picture of the trashcan to Argenti, the Knight of Beauty.

The sound of a ping immediately rings in the air, which somehow alerts Dan Heng and March 7th, looking at the direction of the sound.

Argenti: Oh, my dearest star. It makes me so happy to find your message every time.

Argenti: Hmm… Oh, this one has a lovely metallic sheen. Not to mention the stunning amber of the rust!

“Hey, who are you texting at this hour?” March 7th sits upright from her bed, still hugging her pillow. Her iridescent eyes gleam with curiosity, peering closer to Caelus.

Meanwhile, Dan Heng remains in his spot, but his gaze is no longer focused on the book.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Caelus casually replies, typing back a message. “Just Argenti.”

Trailblazer: I knew you’d understand my aesthetics!

Trailblazer: Argenti, you should marry me!!

“Why would you say something like that?!” March 7th’s shriek causes Caelus to almost drop his phone. Dan Heng jumps out of his seat, walking towards March and Caelus. “You… you really are something else, Caelus!”

“What happened?” Dan Heng asks.

March immediately turns her head towards Dan Heng. “Caelus just boldly told Argenti to marry him!”

Silence fills the air in the room of March 7th’s.

Then, a deep sigh, one that almost sounded like Dan Heng’s soul, was being extracted. Caelus didn’t notice Dan Heng’s eyes were darker than usual, as he’s watching Argenti’s message being typed out.

Argenti: Wow, truly a bold and beautiful proposal!

Argenti: While you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen that possesses a unique beauty, however I must humbly put your proposal on hold as I must finish my journey.

“See?” Caelus lets out a cheeky grin, showing them the text messages. “Don't worry, you know I don't take his compliments seriously anyway. He complimented you guys on the express, as well as a random potted plant! Wait, did he compliment Pom-Pom too?”

“Well… that’s true.” March 7th said. “His compliments get so out of hand that even I feel so embarrassed and baffled to hear such flowery words. I do feel a bit guilty for feeling that way about it…”

“You shouldn’t.” Dan Heng replies coldly, folding his arms. How very Cold Dragon Young of him. “Yes, I know that you all appreciate his kind words. But he needs to know others’ boundaries, saying such extravagant words sometimes can cause others to feel uncomfortable.”

“But, why?” Caelus asks. “Isn’t it a good thing to compliment others? It’s a kind act, isn’t it?”

Dan Heng ponders for a minute, before he replies back to Caelus’s question.

“It’s not the ‘kindness’ itself that’s the issue, it’s the ‘out of nowhere’ part that confuses others. Normally, there’s an expectation that we have to do something good to ‘deserve’ kindness. So when people are kind to us for no perceivable reason, it ruins our mindset because there is a lingering feeling of ‘I didn’t do anything to deserve this’.”

“Dan Heng…” March looks at him solemnly, Caelus does too. “I didn’t know you feel that way.”

“Yeah,” Caelus looks back at him, and reaches out to hold his palm.

Caelus, oblivious as he is, doesn’t notice the faint blush on Dan Heng’s ears.

“Look, I know you’ve been through a lot back at the Luofu, and we all know you’re taking your time to recover, but I want you to know that we all think you’re amazing and strong, Dan Heng. You deserve all of the compliments in the world!”

“Yeah! Truly amazing!” March hugs Dan Heng from behind, and Caelus immediately hugs him in front. “You’re the best train guard and archivist ever!”

“And you’re very, very handsome!” Caelus adds in another compliment.

“Q– Quit teasing me, you too.” Dan Heng stumbles on his sentence as he feels himself being sandwiched by a bright, pink-haired lady and a crackhead, yet kind-hearted trailblazer. “Caelus, how… Do you feel about Argenti’s compliments?”

“Oh, right, about his compliments…” Caelus releases the hug and puts his phone near his lips, covering his lower face. “But, to be honest, I don't hate them! Actually, I like them. I mean, receiving compliments from someone makes me… uhh… elastic!”

“...You mean ecstatic.” Dan Heng corrects.

“Tomato, tomato. Potato, potato.” Caelus brushes it off with a wave in his hand. “And complimenting Argenti makes him happy too! It's a win-win situation, right? Here, have a look! And I dare you to tell me that Argenti is not impressed with my rizz!”

“Rizz– What?” Dan Heng raises an eyebrow in confusion of the raccoon’s odd dictionary of words.

Caelus hands his phone to March 7th, and she eagerly receives the phone with her hands, her index finger swiping as she scrolls through the previous messages between Caelus and Argenti. March’s eyes grow wider and wider, and a bright hue of red escapes her cheeks as she continues to scroll through the messages.

March lets out a squeal as she sees a few notable messages, which earns a disapproving glare from Pom-Pom who is currently mopping the floor of the Parlor Car. Meanwhile, Himeko almost chokes on her warm cup of black coffee, while Welt only turns his head to give them a resigned sigh before he resumes looking back at the cosmos, revealing a glint of reminiscence behind his glasses.

“By the Aeons, I swear… that young lady is about to get it if she continues.” Pom-Pom shoves the mop onto the wringer mop bucket, water splashing out of it.

“March, what is it?” Dan Heng inches a bit closer, looking at the messages.

Argenti: Trailblazer.

Argenti: You are akin to a flower unfurling in the wintry plains of spring, pristine and pure.

Argenti: As the snow recedes, you shall become an enchanting vision.

Argenti: You radiate with the brilliance of the universe, your noble character is akin to stars adorning the nocturnal expanse.

Argenti: Your presence is singular, unmatched in its essence.

Argenti: Allow me to bask in the splendour of your "Beauty".

March looks at Caelus with disbelief. “These compliments… are too extravagant and out of this world! Not to mention, your compliments are just as flowery as his! No-- way too flowery! How long have you guys been doing this?”

“For a while…? Weeks, I think?” Caelus touches his index fingers together, smiling awkwardly.

He then covers his face with his hands, muffling his words. “I don’t know what came over me, I think Idrilla’s Spirit of Beauty is possessing me! Oh no, am I actually being possessed by her?! I thought she was dead?! Wait, that technically means she can be a ghost! Dead Aeons can be ghosts, right?!”

Caelus immediately hugs Dan Heng, causing him to lose his footing, and the two of them crash on March’s bed, pillows bouncing and sprawling around.

“Not again! I don’t wanna get possessed like last time back in Fyxestroll Garden!”

“I… Don’t think it was because of Idrilla, really.” Dan Heng pats Caelus’s hair, the scent of soap and minty shampoo lingers around them. “I believe you are simply too impressionable, always going along with other people's antics.”

“I guess that’s true…” Caelus buries his face under Dan Heng’s chest.

“Plus, you are like sunshine to others…”

“Hmm?”

“You have a habit of not thinking before you speak.” Dan Heng adds, steering that last line away from Caelus’s less than stellar social aptitude. “That must be how you got possessed last time.”

“I didn’t hug you just to get attacked, you really are a cold dragon!!”

“Well, you should’ve called me sooner to your aid!”

“Look, the point is,” March intercepts the conversation. “Do you actually like Argenti? Or is this just some fancy wordplay competition you guys are doing at the moment?”

The thought of the red-haired Knight of Beauty and receiving another batch of compliments makes Caelus’s face grow hot.

“I’m… not sure.”

Caelus groans in exasperation under Dan Heng’s chest.

“If you do feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, maybe you should ask him to stop sending you compliments.” Dan Heng advises.

Caelus looks up at Dan Heng. “What if I don’t want to?”

“.....”

“Ou– Ouch!!!” Caelus yells as Dan Heng squishes his cheeks. “Okay! Okay! I give up!”

“Quit joking around.” Dan Heng finally releases his hands, causing Caelus to gently rub his sore cheeks. “Argenti is a busy knight, after all. It would be unwise to disturb him.”

“I don’t know Dan Heng… Sure, Argenti is quirky and weird sometimes, but he is kind and understanding to other people!” March intercepts the conversation again. “Plus, he got along with you better than anyone else on the astral express during the whole crazy swarm bug incident! You’re probably the only one to text him after all of that. Whatever happens, I believe you'll never make him uncomfortable!"

Caelus shakes the thought off before it gets to his head, and grabs his phone back from March, eyeing the messages again. Caelus stands up from the bed, and his face immediately sours like a dehydrated lemon, internally cringing at his compliments to Argenti, the Knight of Beauty.

“How the heck did I type all of this with a straight face?!”

“The real question you should be asking yourself is, ‘How the heck did you rummage through all the trash cans in public with a straight face?’”

Dan Heng jabs another sentence in Caelus’s heart.

As if saving the poor trailblazer from spiralling out of overthinking and cringe, his phone lets out a chime, showing a notification on the top of his phone screen. With a bold word, what’s written on…

Is Argenti’s name....

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soartfullydone · 8 months

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Title: The Unforgivable Thing

Characters: Lemuel Adelier, William Argenti Sr., Bastion Winalils

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

In which Lemuel learns at last where he fits into the schemes of a certain Silver politician and has his faith brutally tested.

My submission to Winner of the latest 2023 Unsounded Fanworks Contest - Fanfiction Portion. Hope you all enjoy it! My only regret is that I couldn't include Quigley in it to complete my beloved quartet of terrible men!

Edit: Thank you to everyone who read, voted, and participated! The bastard men and I are all incredibly moved!

#unsounded #lemuel adelier #bastion winalils #william argenti sr #Big Fat Papa #fanfiction #2023 unsounded fanworks contest #a prison of words

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scarletwritesshit · 1 month

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💄Robin x Argenti 💄 Angel of Beauty

Robin’s hands were trembling as she attempted to steady the makeup brush. She had performed on stage time and again, but the preparation process hadn’t become any easier, especially since now, it felt like Argenti was judging her every little move. The prized little bird of Penacony was struggling with what would be theoretically be a simple task for her. How shameful. Attempting to put her worries aside, Robin continued attempting to brace herself to apply the makeup.

Argenti gently placed his hand on her shoulder, careful as to not startle her into accidentally poking her eye out. She looked up at his fond smile, though still a bit nervous about how he perceives her uneasiness.

"Are you perhaps having some trouble, my dear?" Argenti asked.

"I-I’m fine. I’ve done this plenty times before." Robin said.

"That may be so, but you appear to be in great distress. I insist that you allow me to lend a helping hand."

"I’m good. Really."

Argenti grabbed her wrist with utmost care. Despite being a man of great strength clad in the finest, sturdiest armor, his hold on Robin was surprisingly gentle.

"You cannot afford to stress yourself out before the big show, now can you? Allow me, as I have experience myself in applying such cosmetics."

"You...do?"

Robin was shocked for a brief moment at the fact that he possessed such knowledge, though she wasn’t sure why. Just look at the man. It would be more surprising if he didn’t know such techniques.

"Why, of course I do! Upholding Idrila's standards of beauty means applying such skills myself, which is why I request of you to allow me to take over for once."

Robin sighed. "I suppose it would be nice to not worry for a change."

Argenti released her wrist and held out his palm. "Exactly! Allow me to grant you my assistance, though, I do have one small request to make in return."

"Which would be...?” Robin asked, putting the brush into the palm of his hand.

"That dress," Argenti said, pointing to a rose clad dress intended for one of the band members, "it’s aesthetic suits me perfectly, and I wish to try on such a thing for myself, however, I believe that it is a size bit too small for one of my size."

"A bit too small?" Robin said with a giggle, "It couldn’t even be adjusted as it is to fit you!"

"Which is why I request for you to keep an eye out for a garment similar that could fit my build. I am deeply in love with every minute detail of that dress, but I regret that I cannot try it for myself."

"Hmmm, well, I could pull a few strings behind the scenes, using the excuse of 'but he’s my boyfriend!' and all, but..."

"But what?"

"...It’s a matter of my brother not finding out. It’s bad enough he knows I’m dating someone, but if I so much as mention anything about who said boyfriend is, he would probably bring forth the rapture of Penacony."

Argenti began to sweat a little. "That would indeed, be a bit terrifying to witness, to say the very least."

"He means well, but he could show his concern for me a bit better instead of threatening to wipe out an entire planet..."

"With all due respect, Miss Robin, your brother is indeed a bit on the terrifying side."

"He’s not that bad."

"To you, anyways. Now, on a less...frightening note, how would you like me to apply your makeup?"

"Oh, right, that. Uh...some purple underneath my eyes with glitter arranged to resemble a night sky. And I need my lashes done too."

"Say no more, my love," Argenti said, not wasting a second of work.

The combined anxiety of her upcoming performance in addition to allowing Argenti take hold of her makeup routine had Robin on edge, yet she was put somewhat at ease knowing that she could allow her own nervous hands to rest. She watched in the mirror as Argenti applied the makeup exactly as she described it, perhaps even better than what she envisioned. A little touch of blue and glitter applied created the exact night sky style she was aiming for.

When he got to her eyelashes, however, she could feel herself begin to stress once more, but Argenti rested her head in his palm to steady her face. Arguably, that made her heart race more, as he gently lifting up her head and leaning in close to her to get a better look. It was a simple routine, yet something about Argenti being so close in this way heightened her anxiety, or perhaps it was the oddest tinge of anticipation. Despite her nerves proving to be a slight obstacle, he managed to treat her lashes with utmost care as she was trying her best to keep her cool for him.

After caring for both of her eyes, Argenti backed away and promptly returned all of Robin’s equipment to where it resided before.

"Satisfied?" he asked, gesturing to her reflection in the mirror.

"Satisfied? It’s better than I even imagined it!" Robin said.

"Now, now. I kindly ask of you to not tear up with joy, as it could smudge my handiwork."

"I-I know. It’s just so beautiful, I don’t even know how to properly express my gratitude."

"You need not say anything dear."

"At this point, I should make you my makeup artist from here on out. You do a far better job than I ever possibly could.”

"You flatter me, truly, though I do not believe that my skills are comparable to yours."

"Are you kidding me? It’s a far better job than what even my own staff is capable of!"

"Haha, if you say so. Now, I do believe you are due to appear on stage soon?"

"Ah! Right!" Robin said, jumping out of her chair. "I’ll look into getting that dress for you later!"

"Take as much time as you need, love. For now, my priority is seeing you shine from above, while I humbly gaze from below in the audience.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #argenti #robin hsr #robin honkai star rail #robgenti

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jacks-dark-oc-stuff · 26 days

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Attack

Tw: none other than violence

“Lord Adonis!” Jacob shouted as he drew his sword. The young man was frightened as he looked from the man to the monster that threw him. It happened so fast. One moment, Adonis was talking to the new member of the royal guard. The next, he was flying through the air. He groaned as he hit a wall, Rowan had thrown him into it.

“Shit… Rowan, calm down!” Adonis staggered as he got up. He definitely broke a couple of ribs from the impact. “Rowan! Calm the fuck down!” He stood, grimacing at the feeling of his bones mending. Immortality was an odd thing, and unlike Rowan, Adonis still felt pain.

Rowan began to advance on Jacob. Adonis closed his eyes and threw his hands up in annoyance. He'd have to use his true form to stop Rowan, shredding his clothes in the process. It didn't take long to change and tackle the angry god to the floor.

“Calm down dammit!” Adonis didn't know what set Rowan off, but he had to endure several bad bites before finally subduing him. “Damn, bird! You're supposed to be sleeping!” The god just screeched in anger while thrashing under him.

“L-lord A-Adonis…?” Jacob was still gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. He hadn’t known what to do when the monster, who he now understood was the absent king Rowan, tried to attack him. Much less when Adonis became just as monstrous to quell the king.

“Rowan likely got confused and thought it was near nighttime. I can't think of any other reason he'd be out during the day,” Adonis huffed as he slowly stood with Rowan trapped in his arms. “You okay?” He looked at the young man.

“I… y-yeah, I’m fine…” Jacob stammered as he tried to avoid staring at Adonis. The man wasn’t human. Yet, something told him Adonis wasn’t a paladin. “Is… um, is Lord Rowan okay?”

“Yeah, the bird Is fine,” Adonis sighed, looking down at the now still Rowan. Who was hissing at Jacob. “Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes at the god. “You're being aggressive. Nobody likes that.” Rowan looked up at him with wide, oblivious eyes. “You suck like this,” Adonis sighed as he kept the god secure in his arms. “Well, I gotta take this bird brain back to his room.”

“Huh, oh, yeah…” Jacob mumbled as he watched Adonis walk away. He wished he could stay with the king. To follow and make sure Adonis would be fine. Yes, he knew Adonis was married to two other men, but he at least wanted to be friends with him.

“God, you're being a little bitch.” Adonis wasn't in the mood to deal with Rowan’s little temper tantrum. That's when Arlo came running down the hall. Looking frazzled beyond belief. “Oi, I found your dumb birdman!” Adonis hollered as Rowan began to squirm again.

“Oh thank god! I-I've been looking for him all over!” Arlo cried. He'd left Rowan alone for not even half an hour before the god, for some reason, ran off. “I don't know why he left!”

“I don't either,” Adonis shrugged. Rowan trilled at Arlo and strained forward to get to him. “Go to your man.” He let go of the god and watched him bound over to their husband. Adonis just wished Rowan treated him like his husband, too.

“Hey! Stop! Stop!” Arlo shrieked as Rowan tackled him and peppered his face with sloppy kisses. “Adonis! help!” The god was stronger than him even in his true form. Arlo had no chance against Rowan.

“Nope, you're on your own.” Adonis couldn’t help the jealousy at Rowan's favoritism towards Arlo. He knew the man had no control over Rowan's actions, but it hurt to see the man who once only loved him now smothering the man he once hated in affection.

“Okay, okay, please, Rowan!” Arlo managed to push Rowan's head away. “Good… good boy…” He definitely did not think that through because Rowan began to kiss him again. “Ack! Adonis! Help!” Sighing, Adonis decided to help him. It was annoying, but he managed to pull the feral god off of Arlo.

“Alright. Dumb bird up, you go.” Adonis huffed. Rowan squawked when Adonis purposely squeezed him harder than necessary. “C'mon, bedtime.” He carried Rowan back to his room and plopped him in his nest. “Good night.” Adonis huffed as he shut the door, making sure to lock it.

#rowan #adonis #arlo #rowan x adonis x arlo #oc #jacks ocs #oc chat #oc fic #oc fanfiction #regency romance #dark fantasy #oc angst #broken god au #argenti story line

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galaxyalphawolf · 2 months

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Haii can yoy pleasw do Argenti × apple? I love your works :3 ❤️

I'd like to thank you a lot for ur support :D it means so much (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Argenti x apple

Argenti, knight of beauty, a noble soul Committed devoutly to finding Idrila, the aeon of beauty. His eyes find charm in all that is present in the seemingly never-ending universe he roams in his search for her.

Among all beauties Argenti had the honor of laying his striking green eyes upon, one stands out.

It was an apple, different from any other apple Argenti had ever consumed. Its brilliant, thin peel shone in a ruby colour as a precious gem. "What a wonderful fruit you are," Argenti reminisces the words he uttered yearningly to the apple. "Such freshness would be enough to make one feel as if one is being splashed cold sea water by smiley dolphins, wrapped in lemon flavored rainbows." He added, shortly before sinking his pearly-white teeth into the flesh of the fruit.

Sweet as honey, crisp, and overflowing with juices. Argenti is certain, that in that very moment of eating the apple, he discovered the full beauty of it. The outside, although shiny, is but a shell containing the real treasure- the inside of the apple. Its unmatched, incredibly tasty cream coloured inside was the apple's true self.

To this day, Argenti thinks about that apple, thanking it in his heart for the precious lesson it taught him and the delicious snack it served as.

~The end~

But like I personally think apples suck :P

#fiction #writing #reading #honkai star rail #hoyoverse #argentixapple #argenti #fanfiction #star rail

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elixrr · 5 months

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ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ! ☆ ʜᴏʏᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɴ¡

ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

ꜰᴛ: Xiao, Wriothesley, Lyney, Dan Heng, Argenti, Blade.

ꜱʏɴᴘᴏꜱɪꜱ: Headcanons about their cuddles with you!

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I considered adding Alhaitham into the mix, but I figured that I didn't know his character well enough for his part to be accurate and good. Apologies to all of the Alhaitham fans! Also, new format for my fanfiction posts, inspired by many creators! (Namely iheartganyu)

ᴘꜱ: pretty little spoiler warning if you haven't caught up with anything in either game 😭😭

✰ xiao ✰

— An adeptus of Liyue, the Vigilant Yaksha. It's easy to guess that cuddles with him are rare. Mostly due to his job, but he's too... awkward. Xiao has been touch-starved for the great majority of his life, so it's easy to assume that he's inexperienced, much to his dismay.

Don't get me wrong. He'd love to cuddle more often, but— while inexperience is one part of it, Xiao is ultimately insecure. He strongly believes that he's tainted. He believes that he's a disgusting, vile creature that lives only to slaughter, but he thinks of you as an angel. Xiao thinks that too many cuddles would taint you, alongside the fact that he worries about his Karmic Debt situation.

Nevertheless, when you do convince him to cuddle with you, he'll be awkward at first; hesitant to put his arm here, overthinking how he put his hand there, etc., etc. He doesn't emit much body warmth, but he finds you to be really cozy and warm to the touch, thus finding comfort in the closeness once he moves past the insecurities and hesitation. By the way, unless you like to initiate and contribute to conversations, most of the cuddles will be in comfortable silence, excluding the occasional comment about the scenery or compliments about each other.

Xiao would cuddle on the condition that it's in a secluded area and nobody else is present except for you and him. He'd prefer to book a bedroom at Wangshu Inn, but if not, then he'd prefer to cuddle on the rooftop of the inn, late at night when the stars shine from the heaven-blessed galaxies, the subtle natural light kissing your features to give him a little bit of an extra view. He doesn't think too much about how he looks to you, but he could only hope that he's at least bearable to look at. (Which he very much is.)

☆ wriothesley ☆

— He's so touchy and extra cuddly that sometimes that extra cuddly can be too extra, resulting in a near impossible mission to get out of bed in time for you to even get ready. Wriothesley loves holding you close to him. You're his love, and so he wants to treat you like it, but sometimes cuddles can transform into something a little bit more than just a cozy night, wrapping one's arms around the other.

Speaking of, good luck to you if you prefer being the big spoon, because you can't be the big spoon anymore. Wriothesley will always be the one to hold you, always the one to just wrap his arms around you and cherish you like never before. As previously mentioned, you're his lover, and he wants to treat you like it! Wriothesley wants to make you feel special, like you're the most important person in his life, so he'll do his best to give you that.

Also, I feel as though he'd whisper to you a lot. Even if there's no need to be quiet, he finds it intimate to just lean in and whisper compliments in your ear while holding you close. It doesn't matter what situation you're in; it doesn't matter where you guys are, even if you're talking about your day or the constellations in the skies above, he'll interrupt you, lean in close and just say something about your eyes, maybe your clothes, but preferably your lips.

Wriothesley would also love kissing you at random whenever you cuddle. Not to say he doesn't already do that outside of cuddles, but it's just, to him, you look amazing. You look cute, and why wouldn't he kiss you when you're his gracious lover? He hopes that he doesn't go overboard and accidentally make you uncomfortable, but at the same time, he knows you enjoy it— that smile on your face every time he pecks a kiss on your nose or cheek tells him everything he needs to know.

Before I forget, he doesn't prefer cuddles during any time of the day, but given his job, it's mainly during his afternoon tea breaks, and 100% at night in bed with you. To be honest, if he could, he'd take a full day off just to hold you tight and spend the day with you, wrapped like burritos in a blanket and sipping the day away with refreshments and love.

Some day, he might as well do just that.

☆ lyney ☆

— If it weren't for his job as a magician and as part of the fatui, he wouldn't let go of you. When Lyney can, he clings to you like a lost child who had finally found their parent in a big city. He holds your waist with one hand and performs little magic tricks with the other to impress you. Lyney's a very clingy, touchy lover.

When cuddling, he loves getting super close to the point where there's almost no space between the two of you. But on the occasion, he'll snuggle so close that it's basically just a tight hug—the only difference is that you're both lying down. The only times he isn't super, mega close to you, is when he's making rainbow roses appear randomly around your body. Most of the time, it's all fun and innocent, but other times, Lyney enjoys the look on your face when he does something quite bold.

Also, Lyney's very talkative while cuddling. Even in moments of relaxation, he'll take the time to just stare at you, even if he can't get the full view because of the ungodly lack of space, Lyney will look at you and start complimenting you. He loves you so much, and that's another huge way to show it. He's a romantic kind of guy. If there's a way to show his affection, he will take and use that way to show his affection. He loves your smile; he loves it when you blush, and it slowly grows more evident by the second because he starts to blush, too. Also, Lyney would immediately just hold you more at the sight of your reaction.

Nevertheless, his need to be close can change. Whenever he's out on a mission given by Arlecchino— more specifically, an assassination mission— you won't see him for a good three days. Even when the mission's complete, he'd want to seek out your love, comfort, and affection, but he stops himself. Lyney believes that his hands are still painted with the blood of the murdered, no matter how many times he washes or scrubs them, he'll still see the visible darkening red blood stains. There's no way he's even going near you with those kinds of sins straight on his body. It's sad, and you might have to seek him out yourself if he doesn't show up for the next few days. When you do find him, the moment he sees you is when that wall of guilt shatters, and he nearly breaks down seeing you again. Seeing you every day made him used to you, and just a few days of deprivation made him feel miserable. The simple, mere sight of you had him almost sobbing, running back to you and holding you tight, finally reunited with the one he loves most.

Were he not guilty of association with the fatui, he wouldn't have ever needed or wanted to let go.

☆ dan heng☆

— Blushing little mess. He's never a fan of PDA, so even when he does want to hold you outside of his or your room, he doesn't. Hence why the moment you both enter the private space of a hotel room or a bedroom, Dan Heng takes your hand and leads you to the bed for cuddles. He loves them, really, but he's a flustered mess of a lover because of how embarrassed he felt about being so clingy.

He's a big spoon, too, so he holds you close to him while cuddling. He likes the closeness, but he hates how visibly red his face gets, so he buries his face into your shoulder to hide. Sometimes, he just lays there listening to you or simply calming down in silence, but he does like hearing your voice before bed. It helps him sleep, and it somehow prevents nightmares of Blade. Quick note, your comfort and warmth make him feel safe through the night, and you accompany him when he'd usually be alone, either on his phone or reading a book.

PS: Dan Heng prefers to sleep in your room and/or in a hotel room because your bed and the hotel's provided beds are much more comfortable than a sleeping bag. He loves wrapping a blanket around the two of you and holding you like that. He says it's so you both get an even amount of warmth, and neither of you takes more of the blanket than the other, but he really does it because he feels a bit closer to you.

In his Imbibitor Lunae form, sleeping with him gets a bit harder, simply because he finds it harder to control himself. But when he can control himself, he'll let you run your fingers through his long hair, maybe even letting you touch his horns. Still, he doesn't allow the latter too often for reasons left unsaid. Anyway, he dislikes using this form because of how it reminds him of his former's past. He feels as though he's trapped in the memories and sin that are not his own. Yet, you make him feel comfortable in his own skin. He feels free with you; he feels alive, and he loves you for your ability to make him feel that way. Dan Heng will do everything in his ability to make you feel the same way.

And he likely already has.

☆ argenti ☆

— The most proper and romantic. Compliments littered across your entire figure, his hand in yours kissing your knuckles constantly with the addition of the most rosey and romantic sweet nothings. Argenti is old-fashioned and the most romantic, as he believes that this is the only way to live for his adored Aeon. The most comment compliment you'd hear between kisses is, “you're the most exquisite person in my world,” and Argenti would always wink with his compliments. Sometimes, it's wonderful to be the subject of his rose-colored words, but other times, it gets old; you become slightly lovesick.

The solution to that is conversation while holding each other in bed, or perhaps it's simply ushering Argenti to cuddle with you beneath the stars at night. It's beautiful to see the galaxy in its brightest moments, hovering from the dark skies. Argenti would silently pray to his Aeon, thanking her profusely for letting him see this wonderful view in person.

Still. You are his lover, and sometimes the weight of fear and trauma gets to him. Argenti often looks to you to confide in, and usually, nights like these are rarely cuddle nights, but sometimes, when it gets bad, you'll hold him in the night while he talks about his past— the wars, the music, the old friends, the worries— and how terrifying it can be if he would succumb to the same fate as his once so honorable friend. In exchange for your comfort, he holds you close and vows to protect you in your dreams and from the moment you wake to the moment you sleep again.

Argenti prefers to cuddle in bed, during a picnic, or beneath the stars. He seldom makes exceptions for heavy PDA, but when it comes to cuddling in public, even if there are people around during the day or at night, if it's stargazing or a picnic, he doesn't care as much. He'll smile, his eyes set only on you, not the eyes that may linger on your cuddles.

He doesn't care enough to look at anyone else, not when the embodiment of beauty lays right by him.

☆ blade ☆

— He's cautious. Blade's name takes after his weapon, and though he himself is not a sword, he still worries that he'll hurt you through cuddles. Blade is marastruck, and if it starts to get to him, he's terrified that it'll strike you, too. He admires death and the concept of it, but for you to die and for him to live with that? Impossible.

Anyway, convincing him is still 100% doable. When you do cuddle with him, he holds you with hesitation and care. He doesn't show it, as he masks his emotions with lips pursed to a line, but he feels relief. He feels happy, even, but he can't really tell. The Mara has calmed, and he can catch a break from the trauma. Something worth noting: Blade's trauma might cause him to cling to you, holding you close for comfort and reassurance— but that's only when he finds himself to be desperate for your love and affection. It's the one thing that keeps him together; your smile alone can mend all of his wounds, physical or not.

That can happen at any time of the day, but he'll typically seek you out at night. Blade will— without a spoken word— hug you from behind with a sigh of relief, and he'll take you to the nearest spot with the most privacy, and he'll hold you tight once more without a sign of letting you go. He loves you, and without even saying that he does, you already have all the evidence you need to conclude that he does. Holding you feels like heaven, in Blade's eyes. Once he gets past his fears of hurting you, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, but if he cuddles with you from behind, he'll wrap his arms beneath your chest, all with a sigh of relief and the tiniest hint of a smile.

The two of you cuddling is cute, so cute that Silver Wolf just had to stream it and broadcast one of your cuddle sessions to all of the other Stellaron Hunters.

Of course, you and Blade will never cuddle near any of the Stellaron Hunters ever again after that.

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trailblazethegalaxy · 7 months

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Recommendation Masterlist

Honkai: Star Rail

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Boothill

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Gallagher

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Jing Yuan

Luka

Luocha

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Welt Yang

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Author’s Notes: Possibly OOC behaviour? I’ve done my best to stick by Canon as much as I can, but given I’m a newer player, I don’t know the relationship between Kafka and Silver Wolf or the characters individually as well I’d like to. Though I did do my best, please be aware that I may have taken some creative liberties in their characterisation and inner thoughts regarding each other. Also I am aware that this may just be 5.5k words of nonsensical BS but I haven’t written proper fanfiction in a hot minute so take it with a grain of salt. Not so much of a reader/canon thing and more like a reader AND canon thing currently. Perhaps that will change in future works, who’s to say? Oh yeah this is a SAGAU.

Warnings: Canonical In-game violence, references and descriptions of dissociation via player-induced body possession, references to drug use (one sentence), yandere tones if you squint really hard (shes a slowburner ya’ll), and a single swear word :3

Beyond the mind, within your body.

Description: Unaware that your presence has been made apparent to the eccentric duo during your first run through of Honkai Star Rail, you happily indulge yourself in the immersive (tutorial) world before your eyes. Kafka and Silver Wolf attempt to adjust to the feeling it brings, which leaves their minds constantly switching between distrust and euphoria, and all the things in between.

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Hoyoverse’s newest game hadn’t seemed much to your liking when you’d first heard the announcement. For one thing, you weren’t particularly pleased with the constant stream of ‘HONKAI STAR RAIL - PLAY NOW’ interrupting your YouTube doom-scrolling every other ad; Not to mention, you weren’t very keen on the gacha aspect.

Within your small circle of friends, you’d been known to cave easily when attractive anime characters were involved and you weren’t planning on another hyperfiction to solidify your position as the group’s resident simp. That being said, with such a title swaying above your head like a shiny silver dagger, you’d held a metaphorical death grip on your wallet, solemnly swearing that you’d keep your distance from the game for as long you were able.

Ultimately that so-called iron will of yours didn’t last so much as a year, as just seven months after its release a simple character trailer was enough to break your steadfast resilience. Well, it wasn’t ‘simple’, if you were being honest with yourself- It was a brilliantly unique masterpiece, tailored to the exact essence and spirit of his character. You were sure Argenti wouldn’t be released for a good while, so you decided to pick up the game and grind what you could before his arrival.

That was your plan at least. Your friend had warned you a few months prior (Though admittedly, you hadn’t been paying much attention at the time.) that the download and installation would take an exhaustingly long time. Well, it was better than Genshin Impact had been- but still, you were getting bored and subsequently decided to fetch yourself something to drink in the meantime.

With your back turned to the loading screen, you waltzed out of your bedroom with little care in the world- oblivious to the ominous glowing cracks slowly sprawling across the screen of your device.

As you returned a few moments later, you found that it had finally finished installing! You’d certainly waited long enough. Sure, it wasn’t as soul-sucking as Genshin had been but your patience wasn't that of a saint’s either. With a renewed sense of anticipation, you hit start and breezed through the usual terms and conditions without reading anything and let out a sigh at the beautiful change in scenery.

It perhaps wasn't the smartest idea to skip it completely- but you had spent so long waiting already that you weren’t going to bother wasting time reading a document filled with dolled-up words you could barely pronounce.

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Herta’s Space Station’s defences hadn't been particularly difficult to slip past surprisingly, though Kafka didn’t recall any mention of difficulty regarding entry in Elio’s script, so she supposed the lack of security wasn’t of any particular importance.

Despite the calm confidence that usually accompanied her on these little operations, Kafka couldn’t shake the strange feeling of being watched. It wasn’t the usual sort of lingering gaze or sharpened stare, but a vague pulsating heartbeat that faded in and out, as though blinking through blurry vision.

Needless to say, she kept her guard up. Playing none the wiser and bowing mid-air to the tempo of a rather graceful tune. She forced her shoulders to relax and gently swayed her body, controlling her every little move with practised ease- even as that strange pulsating presence slowly sped up and stroked the fires of an oncoming headache- as the elevator descended to the station’s ‘ground’ floor.

(You remained none the wiser to her sudden awareness, the rapidly changing scenes flashing past your eyes far too quickly to pick up on a single, brief second of stillness in her body.)

A sudden explosion reverberates across the station's cold, metallic body and brings Kafka’s impromptu air-violin session to a screeching halt. Simultaneously, that presence settles over her body like a thick blanket of fog. That ‘gaze’ she had felt becoming so vivid she could feel its weight pressing down on her tongue.

She has little time to process the feeling before the usual blueish glow of Silver Wolf’s communications screen flickers into existence before her very eyes.

“... Seems I came at a bad time.”

“No, No – I think you couldn’t’ve timed it better. Twenty-three-fourty-seven-fifteen system time. Very punctual, Kafka.” Silver Wolf almost sounds impressed, though Kafka suspects she’s only trying to butter her up so she’ll let the girl go off task again. Perhaps, under different circumstances, she would have been kind enough to allow it, but with the nature of their current mission and this inexplicable presence, Kafka doesn't find herself in a very generous mood.

Kafka merely hums in response and ignores the empty praise.

“Elio always tells the exact future. So What’s with the explosion just now? Was that part of his script?” Silver Wolf picks up on her cue to focus without any fuss.

“Twenty-three-four-four-fifty-nine system time: The pulses from the explosion cause a massive breakdown from the master control system.”

Pulses. Perhaps it’s linked to the feeling curling itself around her senses?

“You did that?” Kafka doubts that Silver Wolf would waste effort on something so minor.

“No, the antimatter legion did it. They completely invaded the space station two system hours ago.” She whistles in response and glances down the glass panelling to the approaching ground floor. A small group… annoying, but manageable.

“Alright, so do we need to fight the legion?”

“Dunno, Elio didn’t say anything about it, so it doesn’t matter.” Hmm. Silver Wolf made a good point.

“Got it. So from now on, I'll be in charge of this operation.” She feels that tingle of a smirk reach the corner of her mouth, and smiles a little wider in anticipation.

“Copy. Can you let me have some fun this time? Our last few operations turned out to be pretty dull.” Kafka lets out a playful hum as she ponders over her colleague’s request with faux consideration. She can practically hear Silver Wolf’s stifled groan in the second of silence that passes.

“...Sorry~ I’m afraid there’s not much I can do for you- our task this time is just to ‘place’ the target properly.”

Her choice of words is careful, though not enough to cause any alert in potential eavesdroppers. The feeling still hasn’t left.

“But if you wanna go look for some fun yourself, I won’t stop you.”

“I mean… after all…” she chuckles lightly as the blue hologram blips out of her vision, and reaches for the holsters tucked into her lower back. “After all…” Kafka readjusts her footing just in time to watch the elevator’s doors slide open, the sound of metal dragging against metal pinching at her ears.

“Elio didn’t put it in the script… Why would it matter?”

Just as the impact from her gunshots flitters across her skin, Kafka feels her mind being pulled back to the edge of her skull.

The group of voidrangers in front of her feel distant and smudged, the sockets of her eyes creating a blurred tunnel of vision that refuse adjust no matter how much she tries to blink it away. Their dark forms bleed into black speckles that crowd her already limited vision until she’s staring directly into the singed edges of the universe.

Kafka’s body… is no longer hers to command.

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She returns to her mind with startling swiftness. Her memories of the brief battle suddenly bubbling up as though pushing themselves through a thick soup of aether. She feels disconnected from the memory but can at least recall that she’d lost control of her body before blacking out.

She attempts to think back on that burnt, golden memory but is stopped by a sudden wave of nausea. She opts to set that aside for another time and refocus on the operation. Elio had not mentioned this happening anywhere in the script- so either this had no significance or…

Still, those Voidrangers hadn’t proved to be much trouble- in fact, they’d been less of an annoyance than she had prepared for. Either she’d been far more ruthless than intended or the antimatter legion had lost its touch.

“When did the anti-matter legion become so weak?” She asks out loud.

“I could only attract this much. Did you really want the entire legion to come here?” Silver Wolf speaks in feigned annoyance, her usual behaviour.

She hadn’t even realised. Kafka chooses not to mention anything for the moment, instead opting to subtly gauge the extent of control this presence… or rather... Entity, seems to have over her.

“This lot won’t be able to slow down the Astral Express crew.” Silver Wolf sighs in response on the other end of the device.

“Relax, a doomsday beast is also here.”

As she approaches one of the station’s automatic doors, Kafka feels it slip back into her body as if wearing her like a coat. Its influence feels… less heavy than it previously had been a few moments ago. At the very least she remains conscious this time; A strange lightness in her feet as she feels herself stealth towards a lone voidranger lounging about the area.

Her movements come to her now like instinct, striking down enemies with admittedly far more efficiency than she was naturally capable of. If it weren’t for her body being strung along like a puppet against her will, she’d almost be grateful for the power and resiliency it granted her.

Kafka has barely had her fill before a euphoric sense of power seems to swell up all at once; Killer instinct pumping through her veins like a well-oiled machine.

Ahh. Now this… this particular feeling wasn’t so bad.

Truthfully she’d liked to have toyed with this one a bit longer, but she knew all too well that it wouldn't manage to survive her next attack. She chatters to no one in particular, the ecstasy in her mind clouding whatever decorum she would have usually displayed.

“Good times never last… time to say bye.”

“Ah- She’s so cool…”

Kafka tenses up at the stranger’s voice, just as the swirling dark mass in front of her collapses into itself.

She sheathes her sword and adjusts her gloves, ignoring the voidranger approaching her from behind. Just before its darkened claws reach her, Silver Wolf’s ability activates no more than a hands-width from her shoulder blades.

“Cleaning up other people’s mess isn’t in my job description… y’know Kafka?” Silver Wolf huffs out, but her voice has no real bite in it. Was it her? She wasn’t usually one to doubt herself, but that fog of exhilaration certainly could have played with her mind.

“Yeah, yeah. Where did you send it Silver Wolf?”

Kafka turns in time to hear the gooey pop of the silver-haired girl’s bubblegum as she hops to her feet. She isn’t sure if it's Strawberry or Grape, but the artificial sweetness and scent of no-fruit-in-particular is so strong it actually grounds her mind for a moment.

She sighs for no real reason, but it brings her relief regardless.

Oh.

She hadn’t realised how bad her headache was.

“Some random Co-ordinates, not important.” She avoids Kafka’s gaze for a reason she couldn’t care to name before taking on an adorably defiant stance, her hands placed at her hips as though it would help her short stature in any way.

“You care about where that voidranger ended up?” She doesn’t. But she’d rather think about that than, well… She didn’t know what to call it at this point. But it was distracting and she needed to focus on literally anything else for the sake of what sanity she had left.

Though some could argue that she wasn’t sane at all- which was only half true because most people’s definition of sanity varied greatly from her own.

Oh, Silver Wolf was still blinking up at her expectantly.

“Of course not- I’m just amazed at this fancy technique of yours, as usual.” she smiles down at her colleague, who only rolls her eyes in response. To the girl’s credit, she’d been dealing with Kafka’s empty flattery for quite a long time.

“Just a little trick of tampering with the data of reality, I wouldn't call it fancy.” Kafka smiles a little wider, following behind as Silver Wolf strolls down the hallway. Her tells were always so obvious.

“What were you looking at just now? Let me see.” Silver Wolf huffs a bit as she settles herself onto a desk and faces her.

“Herta’s toys,” she begins in an almost mocking tone

“A catalogue featuring the space station’s collection of rare items.” Her fingers briefly tug on the white fluff of her jacket as she speaks “They’ve got quite a looot of interesting gadgets~”

Kafka’s previous interest (however feigned it may have been) dies down a little at the prospect of these ‘gadgets’ but nonetheless she indulges Silver Wolf’s unspoken desire to share what information she’d dug up.

“Like what?”

“There’s this gun, it can rate any creature within its crosshair as a score from 0 to 100.”

“... Doesn't sound very interesting.” Her brows pinch together and her mouth stretches into a thin line of clear disappointment. Not one to be disheartened so easily, Silver Wolf continues on

“Aren’t you curious how much you would score? I kinda wanna know mine.”

So this is what she’d been hinting at since earlier. Kafka crosses her arms and takes on the tone of an exasperated mother having finally given up after being nagged at for far, far longer than the reality of it.

“Fine. I guess we can swing by and play with it, if it’s not too far. What’s our destination?” She redirects Silver Wolf’s distractable attention onto their current objective with practised ease.

Hmm.

She feels a little cold for some reason… and those watchful eyes haven't left during the entirety of their conversation. Kafka’s guard raises a little further than before.

Her colleague’s eyes flit down to a small blue hologram, her fingers swiping past various screens until arriving at what Kafka could only presume was a list of directions given to her by Elio.

“Go down the corridor, behind the door… ooon the left. There’s a room where some kind of rare item is stored.”

Kafka feels the entity strongly now, she stares just beyond Silver Wolf’s shoulders where it feels most concentrated. The feeling she is met with is a dense smouldering hotness. It’s like melting iron dripping down her throat and burning it in the process. It feels almost itchy.

She redirects her gaze back to Silver Wolf far quicker than she’d intended to and resists the urge to scratch at her throat.

“So that’s where the Stellaron is?” Kafka is somewhat relieved when the feeling seems to simmer down. She once again debates speaking on the sensation during the slightest lull in their conversation but when Silverwolf turns her head back to face her, she finds the girl’s gaze to be much sharper than before.

“That's where we can find out where the Stellaron is.”

Kafka immediately knows that Silverwolf has finally caught on to this feeling and says nothing as she readies herself for the next half of their mission. Almost instantly, she feels the presence shift and roll over her shoulders, like a cat stretching out its limbs.

It's languid and smooth and she feels her tense- She had been tense this whole time?- muscles slowly relax until she finally feels that usual calm focus she’s so intimately familiar with. She hadn’t realised the extent of how cold she’d felt when it had stepped- strange, it feels like a person?- away.

Kafka decides that her feelings towards this... Being- She isn’t totally sure if it feels sapient, but it certainly has some form of will… That much she can tell- are mixed, to say the least. She wonders one more why Elio hadn’t mentioned anything about something so foreign and strange but sets the thought aside and refocuses on the task at hand.

She locks eyes with Silverwolf briefly, and just as she thought, Silverwolf is most definitely aware of it at this point.

“The central area of the space station is up ahead. There’ll be loads of Legion Void rangers there.” Silver Wolf hops to her feet and saunters toward the door’s control panel. A bit too casual to be natural, but it doesn't cause the feeling to stir, so she says nothing.

“Okay.” Kafka breathes out.

Then that feeling of puppeteering seems to stitch itself into her mind once more, albeit in a much more faded sense- it feels more like muscle memory than it does being pulled from her own body. She allows it to pull her along and lead her toward whatever it wants. As her fingers glide over the room’s control panels and her heels click against the cold steel of the station, she feels that fog of exhilaration settle over her again- that almost euphoric surge of strength from earlier suddenly vivid and fresh in her mind.

Silverwolf seems to feel the building strength in her own body too, as she quickens her pace when they turn the corner to find themselves at the back of a particularly strong-looking voidranger. She huffs out in bemusement and half-heartedly mutters out some encouragement to her colleague.

“May as well kill them all.”

Not needing much more encouragement than that, Silverwolf leaps forward with as much grace as her short form can allow her and drags her digitally enhanced blade across the muscles and sinew of its chest. She leaps back beside Kafka as it staggers on its feet and tries to regain its footing. Kafka’s arm pulls itself up, gun in hand, and fires out a cascade of bullets that each burrow and pierce into its flesh.

“This… seems a lot easier than it should be.” Silverwolf comments under her breath quietly.

“Well, let’s count our blessings–” Kafka is cut off as her arm is singed by the blast of the voidranger’s fire canon.

“Tch. Didn’t hurt.”

Silverwolf pulls out her holographic system at such speed that Kafka feels the static waft across her skin.

“Hmph, still. This combat needs optimising.” Just as the creature aims its weapon once more, it’s hit with a blast pulled from the loosened strands of reality itself.

“At that speed? Too slow!”

Kafka almost feels sorry for it, as she watches its body disintegrate while collapsing into itself.

Unfortunately, the girls are not left with time to bask in their victory- Silver Wolf lets out a small yelp- the entity has left its place on Kafka’s shoulders and draped itself over her companion it would seem. Her short colleague adjusts to the sensation of its guiding hand far better than she had, if her losing conscious was anything to go by.

Kafka follows behind silently, eyes trained intently on the girl in front of her for any indication of danger.

“Hold it. Someone.. Or something is up ahead.” she warns quietly, arm extended out to her side like a makeshift barrier. They both come to a sudden halt as the entity violently rips itself from their bodies and settles just beyond their skin.

Goosebumps this time.

The cold seems to get worse and worse each time it separates from them… well, her. Silver Wolf grits her teeth. Kafka notes the tiny pearl of sweat rolling down the side of her face. Still a shock to the system then.

“Looks like we’re the ones getting ambushed.”

“...But they’re the ones getting besieged.”

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The game has felt pretty cool so far, and you quite like this Kafka woman. You don’t recall her being part of the main cast your friend had rambled about however many months ago it was, but you hoped you’d get to see a lot more of her.

Her design was really nice- though strangely familiar?- and her voice was pretty too! Silver Wolf was alright, but she hadn’t really caught your interest so far, so you werent sure what to make of her yet.

They did seem to be close though, but less like friends and more like tired workmates who’d been stuck in the same dead end job for a decade- that is to say, it definitely felt like they were used to dealing with each other’s nonsense.

Were they a ship? You could see it. Ah, another battle, sweet!

The combat system Star Rail used wasnt particularly innovative or anything, but it’s playstyle was strangely addictive- especially the Ult animations! Kafka’s especially had you nearly squealing with how badass it was. Did the MC have a cool one too? You could hardly wait to see.

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The mood is light despite the circumstances, they both feel a sense of safety and confidence while the presence pulls them along, as though leading them in a dance. The Voidranger’s movements stand out like a pindrop in an empty room. Predictable, and delectably so.

Silver Wolf barks out a short, quick laugh- a taunting thing that aggravates the musclehead stomping around in front of her- before decapitating the creature in a single, swift move.

“You took the bait, just like that?” Her jubilance is cut short by an attack from her blindspot, it isnt fatal- hell it barely counts as a battle wound- but its enough to flip her mood in the opposite direction. “Tch.”

Kafka laughs lightly at her, amused with her momentary lapse in spacial awareness. Silver Wolf scoffs and scowls lightly at her. Really, like she hadn’t gotten hit before?

Just as she opens her mouth to hurl a barely-an-insult-but-im-still-annoyed-with-you comment towards the magenta haired woman next to her, Kafka’s aura shifts somewhat. Time seems to slow down for a second as Silver Wolf watches the woman’s pupils dilate in slow motion.

Had she appeared like this? When that wave of energy had swelled within her?

She receives no answer to her unvoiced question, and instead hears Kafka’s voice ring through out her ears.

“That breathing sensation. Remember it.” Silver Wolf gulps in a breath of blood-scented air and breathes out a sickly, golden-sweet taste. As Kafka’s bullets rain down upon the bodies of their would-be-ambushers she can't help but feel pure ecstasy in the moment. Truly…if this was a drug she’d be hooked like a fish to water.

Even just being near it is enough to cloud her mind.

“Alright, now that that’s over with…” Silver Wolf’s body relaxes significantly as Kafka speaks, the strength of whatever had possessed them slowing dripping out from their bodies like tree sap. She feels like she just got a massage.

“I could get used to that.” She isn’t sure who she’s talking to, but it feels appropriate to voice. Kafka ignores her and spins her around to face the door, and Silver Wolf seems to go into auto pilot as she unlocks the control panel blocking their path, stepping lightly as her taller colleague gently pushes her forward without a word.

The monitoring room is completley empty. Nothing but the quiet beeping of a few monitors and the rustling of swaying leaves, courtesy of the air conditioning unit humming softly above them.

“Huh. not a single soul here. Impressive evacuation work. Did herta organise it herself?” Kafka seems mildly impressed- and entirely unaffected by the sensation Silver Wolf is still trying to shake from her skin.

“According to the access history, she hasnt logged in her for over six months. The evacuation was directed by the acting lead researcher - a girl named Asta.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. Oh, right. Elio said we wouldn’t run into herta. It seems she really isnt here.” Though something else definitely was, but Silver Wolf supposed they weren’t going to be making any conversation on that topic.

She sighs, and scrolls through her holograms nonchalantly.

“Elio’s Script doesnt include any info about the location of the stellaron. Which means in the future he foresees…”

“... we would find the stellaron in a non-physical way?” Kafka crosses her arms, easily having picked up on her train of thought and already dipping her metaphorical toes into several different plans of action. She was always efficient like that. Silver Wolf strolls over to the water cooler and pours herself a cold cup. She gestures to Kafka who only shakes her head in response.

“This space station is packed with extraordinary objects, I wouldnt be surprised if theres one that can make it happen.” She takes a long sip, the cooling sensation bringing relief to her sweltering body. The combat efficiency was nice, but she was left feeling like an overheating graphics disk everytime it took control of her. She idles on a page in her hologram briefly before continuing on her scroll-fest.

“Hiding something extraordinary with something extraordinary… this is pretty Herta. I assume you know what to do? I mean, You’ve been reading that cataogue for a while?” Ah. Perseptive as ever, Kafka never changes. She ignores the heat building in her ears at the prospect of being caught slacking-off, and bins the styrofoam cup as she turns to the older woman.

“Hmph. I’ve got all the clues we need. The only piece missing is a simple trick- maybe this entity thats been stringing us along could lend a hand? After all, it doesnt have a physical form.”

(You didn’t expect them to involve the player like this! What an awesome storytelling device, and it would hopefully grant a lot more player agency too! Hoyoverse had truly out done themselves this time. Feeling a surge of excitement at being learning you’ll be able to lend a helping hand ‘directly’, you decide that Silver Wolf is also really cool.)

Kafka says nothing in response, only staring down at Silver Wolf in consideration.

“Why dont we have it help us investigate the terminals around here, that item we’re looking for may be inside.” The magenta haired woman only sighs, internally cursing the girl’s lack of caution. Though… she couldnt deny that it had only been helping them so far.

“Alright, lets give it the spotlight.”

“Oh god, I hope I don’t fuck this up…” Kafka stills. The same voice from before. So it can speak? She tucks the information away in her mind for later.

She watches it guide her along the messily arranged desks and flickering monitors. Stopping at a memory storage cart- which is, of course, missing its memory. Not useful for her current objective, but it at least told her that whatever it was could see the same things she could.

“...I cant see the memory storage for this terminal.” Her body shifts slightly.

“This is the monitoring room, the must have deleted the records and made a run for it. Classic.” Silver Wolf is still scrolling through the holographic catalogue, idling against a desk in the middle of the room. She doesn’t look up, even as Kafka is strung along past her towards a monitor on the other side of the room.

“You don’t seem to be very affected by it? Its control over you, I mean.”

“And you? You seemed a little weary earlier.”

“I wouldn’t say that. It’s just new, thats all.”

Kafka’s hand reaches out to flick through various active surveillance cameras, interesting but ultimately fruitless.

“Hmmm… I can see the whole space station on the surveillance screen. But not the Stellaron.” Silver Wolf scoffs indignantly behind her, she almost sounds offended.

“Even if you could it’d be a trap. Herta doesn’t display her collections.” She turns to her hologram once more.

“This thing isnt very good with investigating, is it?”

Kafka expects some form of insulted rage to squeak in her mind’s ear, but she hears nothing. Though faintly she imagines a rather adorable ‘Hey! I’m trying my best!’ echoing in her skull.

Kafka staves off the sudden urge to get defensive in response and clamps her mouth shut.

Silver Wolf sighs at her lack of response and shifts onto her feet.

“Make your way over here then. There’s no point in trying to search like this.”

“So? Got a master plan? I’m all ears.”

Kafka’s tone takes on a slightly irritated edge, for a reason she herself doesn’t quite understand. If Silver Wolf picked up on it, she chooses not to say anything and instead gestures to the warping static of the holographic screens lining the walls of the office.

“Its a matter of hacking the surveillance system directly.” She says matter-of-factly, smirking playfully as her iconic vandalism plasters itself onto every screen in sight.

“Aha, I see. Herta’s collections aren’t in the system so anything unaffected should be our target.”

Their heads are guided to turn and face the back of a lone monitor by the main desk. Ah. that one then. As they both stroll over to investigate, Kafka feels a strange sense of pride bubble in the back of her mind. Not for Silver Wolf’s accomplishment- that much would be expected from the shorter girl- but for the entity curling along the edge of her mind. What exactly she was supposed to be proud of she couldnt tell, but the feeling was pleasant regardless.

Silver Wolf slips into a chair and slides forward to the desk, cracking her knuckles and wiggling her fingers as she readies herself for some data mining.

“Crude, simple, but effective. Look, found it.” The computer’s cursor circles a line of code tauntingly. Kafka doesn’t understand what any of the values mean.

“Item number two-eleven, ‘Blind Spot’ : a simple light-deflecting field. It allows an object in its field to pass unnoticed, but if a different item ceases to be obvious, the object gets revealed.”

She isn’t sure which set of numbers.. Or letters? That item is supposed be, but it does seem like a very… uncomplicated form of security for someone like Herta.

“So, Herta the genius… hides her collection with something as simple as this?”

“the simplest method is the hardest to spot, isnt that our motto?”

“Huh? How is that simple?” Kafka nearly chokes on her saliva while trying to hold back a bark of laughter and wonders why she’d kept her guard up for this thing. She follows Silver Wolf towards the glitching hole in the wall and sighs bemusedly.

“The data suggests its just an ordinary hologram. But it has an added layer… “ Silver Wolf eyes the frayed edges of the hologram cautiously, despite the confidence in her voice.

“Lets take a look. Dont worry, this place wont be our grave.” The girl only puffs her cheeks and steps forward, ignoring Kafka’s words of comfort completely. Well, she’d expected that much at least.

As she follows behind, her vision melts into a stark change of scenery.

The bright, ethereal glow of the Stellaron coating the walls of the closed off room in a golden-blue light. A strange combination, but one that was all too familiar; the everchanging strands of reality warping and stretching around itself, as the Stellaron sat patiently- sealed away- in the center of the room. Such an otherworldly treasure was exactly what all Stellaron hunters across the universe strove for. Though admittedly it was a mere front for their true purpose, a fact that Kafka was intimately aware of.

Their true goal would see this stellaron- sealed away, courtesy of Herta- to another use. Once said seal was removed by Silver Wolf, all Kafka would need to do was take hold of it and place it inside that vessel.

It had been laying in wait for this exact occasion…Kafka smiles fondly at the memory of it. Silver Wolf makes a small noise of surprise, catching her attention. She steps over towards the girl and the control panel, asking a question without speaking.

“It has its own security system… I guess even for herta, a Stellaron is no ordinary rarity.” Silver Wolf sounds genuinely surprised at this fact, though Kafka feels this was a rather likely outcome.

“Can you get it?”

“Of course, even the genius Herta cant compete with me when it comes to hacking.”

“Good. Then I’ll also count on you for the preparation of the receptacle.” Not to mention, she was quite sure this being wouldn’t be able to provide much help if Silver Wolf couldn’t figure it out herself. Speak of the devil, she feels the entity waft away like smoke in the wind and settle in the air around them as she lifts the Stellaron from its prison. She turns to her Silver haired companion and unspoken words flicker between their eyes.

This is Kafka’s decision.

Or perhaps it isn’t, she corrects herself over the distant sound of Silver Wolf’s voice.

When it enters her body, it no longer feels like being puppeteered or controlled.

She recalls that first feeling of possession, and the bleeding darkness making way for glowing golden edges of a burnt milky way. Her mind is dipped like an apple into the thick syruppy taste of synethesia. The amber eyes of the vessel- piercing into her soul and leaving her tongue sizzling in an almost addictive sort of pain- briefly flash open before collapsing to the floor in Kafka’s arms.

The Stellaron has found its place. And something else entirely has made its home there too.

(What an amazing tutorial and intro! You get the feeling you’ll be playing this game for a very long while!)

#not super happy with how this turned out honestly but I can’t be bothered looking at it anymore #honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #(sort of?)#hsr kafka #kafka x reader #silver wolf x reader #hsr silver wolf #kafka honkai star rail #silver wolf honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #yandere hsr #my writing

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pix3lplays · 7 months

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I don’t even have words. Thank you all so much!!

Masterlist VI

-Honkai star rail-

Luocha sings religious songs

Luocha x reader: the Abundance Abomination Pt 2

Lying about being reader’s husband

Reader gets wasted at a party

Jing Yuan and Dan Feng: Status

Reader is a figment of their imagination

Player singing affects

Playing with their toddler

As dad things

Reader takes off the mask

Giving them flowers

Sampo’s little sister is in love with Luka

Jing Yuan’s child gets marastruck

Reader is as meek as a sheep

Rainy day fluff with Imbibitor Lunae and Blade

Reader pretends to be married to them

Reader loses a baby

Would they go to get milk and never come back if you got pregnant?

Clumsy reader

Jing Yuan’s child is a part of the ten lords commission

With a deaf reader

Arranged marriage trope

Miscellaneous Luocha x reader

x baker reader

Reader is shy about singing

Sampo’s little sister goes on a date with Gepard

Toxic relationship with Dan Feng Pt 2

Reader compliments them

Borrowing their clothes

Dan Heng x reader who loves dancing

Dan Feng relationship hcs

Daughter says: I hate you

Jealous Dr. Ratio

Argenti x reader who wears a mask

Argenti comforting reader

Shopping for engagement rings with Argenti

Arranged marriage: Argenti

Dating Argenti hcs

Argenti with a short s/o

Reader is too stubborn to go to a doctor

Trying on Argenti’s clothes

Argenti as a father

Reader is manipulative

Dan Feng: Stay with me

Reader gets emotional on period

Sister tries to steal your Xianzhou man

Yanqing accidentally calls you ‘Mom’

Dragons when you have a jealous best friend

Yanqing’s older sibling dating HSR men

Pregnant!reader won’t stay in bed

Gepard and Welt with an s/o who works too hard

Reader is RICH

Covering them in lipstick marks

Reader flirts like Kafka

Reader tries to scare them with uncanny valley makeup

Astral express reaction to reader dating Dan Heng

HSR men scents

Dr. Ratio x Smart!reader

Dr. Ratio x gamer!reader

Dr. Ratio as a dad

-Genshin Impact-

Reader is like Senku Ishigami

Tighnari and Wriothesley as fathers

Wriothesley x fem!reader: right and wrong

Genshin men when reader wants to start a family

Would they go get milk and never come back if you got pregnant?

Diluc x reader who likes wine

x baker reader

Reader is shy about singing

As dads

Kaeya’s lover gets injured in a fight

When their usually smart s/o does something stupid

Asking Neuvillette and Wriothesley if they want to have a baby

Self-aware!Venti and gamer!reader

Genshin men abandoned by the reader

Dragons when you have a jealous best friend

Pregnant!reader won’t stay in bed

Reader writes fanfiction for them

Taking care of drunk reader

-Fire Emblem Three Houses-

Jeritza x reader

Dimitri x reader

-One Piece-

Sir Crocodile x reader who’s shy around him

Sanji x baker!reader

Reader is shy about singing

Sanji x reader who loves hugs

Mihawk x clingy reader

Sanji x reader: midnight snack

Pregnant!reader won’t stay in bed

-Dr. Stone-

Cuddling with Stanley

Ryusui and Tsukasa with Oblivious reader

Stanley realizing he has a crush on reader

Dr Xeno and Stanley with pregnant s/o

Dr. Xeno x dead astronaut Reader

Stanley x rockstar reader

Dr. Xeno x reader who loves listening to his science talk

Stanley and his escape artist baby

Xeno and Stanley sleeping habits

Stanley Snyder fluff hcs

Reader is meek

-Hades-

Thanatos has a nightmare

Zagreus accidentally kills reader

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #Genshin impact #Genshin impact x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #Dr. Stone #Dr. Stone x reader #Hades #Hades x reader

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moskeetees · 25 days

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Argenti/Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Argenti (Honkai: Star Rail), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Minor Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), Adoption, Boothill and Argenti raise a child together, Sick Child, Argenti is a Weirdo, Boothill backstory angst, small angst, Fluff, Mostly Fluff, no beta we die like men, Taking care of a child, I was thinking of Spy x Family and Buddy Daddies Summary:

Boothill is sent to a desert planet that is suddenly growing plants to investigate if it is the work of the Abundance.

However, he ends up finding a Rose instead.

#honkai star rail #hsr art #star rail #boothill #argenti #hsr boothill #hsr argenti #argenthill #fanfic #fanfiction #i read boothill's backstory and also the fact that he knows argenti and y'know I had to do it to 'em

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kiidqr · 5 months

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Blooming in the Sickness

Reader/Argenti, Argenti Honkai Star Rail, Angst, Character Death, First Post, Fanfiction, 1.3K Words, Honkai Star Rail, English.

Summary:

As the formidable knight of beauty he was, Argenti finds you lost in a place not deserving of such a pure soul as you. Which actively turns out to demonstrate that he has fallen for something more than solely your outside stunning beauty.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned...

...

Your face had been pale and sickly for some time now. Not wanting to burden your loved one, on deathbed you've decided to deliver one last rose to him.

Blooming in the Sickness

The interstellar winds whispered through the vast expanse of space as Argenti, the noble knight of the Knights of Beauty, traversed the cosmos on his solitary journey. His silver armour gleamed under the distant stars, a beacon of unwavering commitment to the Path of Beauty. Little did he know that his path was about to intersect with a fleeting moment of beauty that would change him forever.

You, an enigmatic traveller with a heart filled with grace and kindness, had been a silent companion to Argenti in his interstellar adventures. Your paths crossed on a desolate moon, and from that moment, a subtle connection began to blossom. Though you spoke little, your actions spoke volumes, and Argenti found solace in your company.

"As the stars above, you appeared in my solitude, a gentle whisper in the cosmic winds," Argenti mused one evening as you both gazed at the distant galaxies. "Why do you accompany me, traveller, on this lonesome journey?"

Your response was a soft smile, eyes reflecting the luminosity of distant constellations. "In the vastness of the cosmos, I saw a kindred spirit. A knight dedicated to beauty, yet burdened by the weight of solitude. I wished to share this journey with you, to bring warmth to the cold expanse."

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, a unique bond grew between Argenti and you. Nights were spent beneath the celestial canopy, sharing stories of distant realms and dreams that echoed in the cosmos. The silent moments spoke louder than any words could convey.

Argenti, usually reserved and composed, found himself opening up to you in ways he never imagined. "I never thought I would find a companion in this solitary pursuit," he confessed one evening as you both watched the stars. "Your presence brings a new light to my path."

You smiled, reaching out to gently touch his hand. "The beauty of the cosmos is best appreciated when shared, Argenti. We walk this path together, bound by the threads of fate and the love that silently grows between us."

One day, as you explored the vibrant gardens of a celestial haven, you discovered a rare celestial rose – a flower of unparalleled beauty, said to hold the essence of the cosmos itself. With a gentle touch, you plucked the rose, and in that moment, you decided to send it to Argenti along with a letter expressing your gratitude for the shared moments.

As the rose arrived at Argenti's side, its delicate petals whispered a tale of unspoken emotions. Argenti, curious and touched by the unexpected gift, carefully unfolded the letter. In the quiet solitude of his ship, he read your words, written with love and adorned with a poignant farewell.

"Dear Argenti,

In the tapestry of the cosmos, our paths converged like stars in the night sky. Your unwavering dedication to the Path of Beauty has illuminated my journey, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

As the celestial rose graces your presence, let it be a symbol of the beauty we found in the vastness of the cosmos. Our moments together were fleeting, yet they were the most cherished. Continue to walk your path with the same grace that guided us.”

"Do you remember the night we first spoke of our dreams, Argenti?" the letter continued. "I saw a galaxy in your eyes, and in that moment, I knew my heart had found its home. Though our time together is brief, the love that bloomed between us is eternal."

"As the final petals fall, know that my spirit will linger among the stars, and our love will endure in the cosmic winds.”

“I love you.”

Argenti's heart sank as the weight of your words settled upon him. He clutched the celestial rose close to his chest, feeling the fragility of life encapsulated in its petals. The realisation struck him like a celestial storm – the silent companion he had grown to cherish was slipping away, and he had been oblivious to your struggle.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed Argenti as he recalled the shared moments, the laughter, and the silent exchanges that spoke of a love that transcended the boundaries of time. He whispered your name into the cosmic winds, a prayer for your soul to find peace among the stars.

In the vastness of space, Argenti continued his journey, carrying the celestial rose as a poignant reminder of a beauty that once bloomed in the cosmos – a beauty that silently faded away, leaving only the echo of your unspoken farewell.

As the starlight dimmed and the galaxies continued their dance, Argenti vowed to honour the memory of the silent companion who had taught him that even in the cold expanse of space, love could be a beacon, guiding one's path with warmth and grace.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, yet Argenti's heart remained heavy with the weight of your absence. He found solace in retracing the paths you once walked together, visiting celestial havens where memories lingered like echoes of a distant melody.

One day, as he explored a crystalline asteroid belt, a beacon of ethereal light caught his attention. As he approached, he “saw” an imaginary projection of you, smiling amid the twinkling stars.

"Argenti," the image said, "Know that my essence lingers in the cosmic winds. Our love was a fleeting bloom, but its fragrance remains in the corners of the universe."

Argenti's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he listened to your words. "I never revealed the truth, for I wished to spare you the burden of my fate. The celestial rose was a token of the love we shared, a love that will endure beyond the boundaries of time."

The imaginary projection extended a hand, and a radiant rose materialised within it. "Take this, my love. Let it be a reminder that even in the vastness of the cosmos, our love transcends the limitations of mortal existence. Carry it with you, and may it bring you warmth on the coldest of nights."

The projected image faded, leaving Argenti standing alone amid the silent beauty of the asteroid belt. In his hands, he held the radiant rose, a symbol of love that reached beyond the boundaries of life and death.

As Argenti continued his journey through the cosmos, the celestial rose became a source of both sorrow and solace. Each petal held the essence of your love, a love that had blossomed like a silent bloom in the heart of the noble knight.

In the quiet moments of interstellar solitude, Argenti found himself whispering to the rose, sharing thoughts and dreams as if you were still by his side. The cosmic winds carried his words across the galaxies, a tribute to the silent companion who had left an indelible mark on the noble knight's heart.

The beauty of the cosmos unfolded before Argenti's eyes, a vast tapestry of stars, nebulas, and galaxies that seemed to dance in harmony with the celestial rose in his hands. Each celestial body became a reflection of the love that once flourished between two wandering souls.

One fateful day, as Argenti stood on the edge of a cosmic precipice, he felt a gentle breeze, a whisper in the cosmic winds that echoed with a familiar warmth. Closing his eyes, he imagined your presence, and in that moment, he knew that your love, like the celestial rose, had become a timeless beacon in the cosmic tapestry.

In the quiet vastness of space, Argenti continued his journey, carrying the celestial rose as a reminder that love once again, even in its silent bloom, could transcend the boundaries of time and space. As the stars above witnessed the noble knight's solitary voyage, they bore witness to a love that endured, a love that whispered through the cosmic winds, and a love that remained eternally engraved in the heart of Argenti.

#hsr argenti #argenti x reader #argenti honkai star rail #honkai star rail #fanfic #angst #character death #terminal illness #first fanfic #first post #1.3k words

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