A Heart that Beats for You - Honkai: Star Rail fanfiction

Honkai did not let us have a DanStelle CPR kiss. I remedied that.

Dan Heng had been on many trailblazing missions in his time with the Astral Express. Even Stelle, who five months later was still the newest member, had racked up an impressive number.

Neither had faced a mission that had gone from bad to worse to terrible as rapidly as this one.

It was a fact Dan Heng was sharply reminded of when the rushing river sweeping him away from his companion slammed him into a rock, then a second before the current plunged him underwater. Even as a vidyadhara, he was struggling to escape this mess. Just how was he supposed to find Stelle when he could barely help himself?

Somehow, he was able to catch a break from the abuse, grabbing onto a rock and holding himself there. Even as he choked out water from his lungs, he frantically searched for Stelle. But all he got to show for it was losing his grip and falling back into the mercy of the current.

Rock after rock he was thrown against, knocking out the air he fought so hard to keep into his lungs. And when he avoided those, he was plunged underwater time and time again, hitting the bottom of the river or more rocks

Or a soft body.

Dan Heng only registered what he’d hit after he’d resurfaced, and automatically began searching for Stelle again, even as water blurred his vision.

There. A yellow flash. The ribbons on the back of her jacket.

He struggled towards it. Reached for it.

Caught it.

Aventurine slowly takes your hand, the one riddled with pretty pearls and rings and slowly caresses his cold lips against the jewels, stirring you from your slumber. You awaken to his ravenous eyes—the color like boysenberries hitting cyan—and he smiles, the softest tips of his lips lifting when he sees your eyes flutter open. He stamps a precious kiss at the back of your hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“…You’re back early.” You shuffle on the mattress, adjusting your eyes against the dim light. How was the business transaction—? You wanted to ask, that is until you see the exhaustion creeping up his expression, and the notable purple bruise forming at the edge of his lip.

You gasp at the sight and Aventurine cannot help but chuckle weakly, “Unfortunately, we did not reach a consensus yet.”

“Are you okay?” He winces when you lift a tender finger to his cheek.

“Yeah, nothing to be concerned with.” there’s a touch of ached bitterness in his expression when he sneers, “These clients just have a lot of things to say—or, aggression for this matter, towards an IPC mongrel.”

Irritation and anger spikes through your chest, your brows furrow at the spiteful treatment Aventurine receives from time to time. You pull away from him, leaving him cold in the mattress as you shimmy to the edge, feet touching the carpeted ground. Just before you can stand, you feel Aventurine’s gentle clutch on your satin sleeping wear.

“Where are you going?” There is panic in his tone.

“I’m going to get medicine and cotton for your wounds, are you sure you’re alright?” It’s a rare sight to see, Aventurine’s colorful eyes wide with fear, he holds your hand firmly like he’s scared to let you go, scrambling for your warmth.

“I just—“ He starts. “I want to be with you, for a bit, please? don’t leave.”

You immediately deflate, returning back to the mattress and pulling him with you. You brush the meager strands of his bangs away from his face and he revels in your simple affection, allowing you to pull him into a snuggly hug, he noses your collarbone and you rub your cheek onto his messy blond hair. When you have him securely in your embrace, you tip his chin in your direction and kiss him softly.

Plush, soft and simply delicate, Aventurine’s kisses have always been like that. Though at times, he also had the tendency to be greedy, greedy in a sense that if you give him a single sweet kiss, he will willingly reciprocates it, tenfold over.

He lifts a hand and cups the back of your neck when he feels you retreat. “Not enough.” he’s breathless, pulling you back into a kiss more passionate than the first. After a minute, he pulls away from you only to bite the tip of his gloves and discarding it, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Cold fingertips creep up your bare arms before he wraps it firmly around your wrists.

“Wait, let me at least place medicine on your wound first…“

“Later.” Aventurine breathes softly on your lips, pecking it. “Please kiss me more.”

Under the soft, golden gleam of the lounge, you’re having trouble trying to figure him out, when he looks at you with his droopy, apple-colored eyes your chest stirs, when he tries to guide you somewhere he places a sturdy palm on the small of your back and your cheeks heat. Truly, you did try your best to deny it even after being drinking buddies for a very long time—Gallagher still feels like a stranger to you, but you can’t help but feel like a mess whenever he gives you the barest of attention.

You just cannot help it, not when he hums deeply at your every drunken rambles, patiently listening as you murmur complaints about your colleagues, not when he tips his head back and laughs at your jokes, his Adam’s apple bobbing and tresses of his brown hair fall all over his forehead, returning back to his fruit beverage with a momentary smile to his lips and smile crinkling his eyes.

And especially not when the light-hearted atmosphere between you both plunges into dripping tension when you had mentioned how you never had your first kiss. You’re now hyper aware of his arm that’s mere inches from yours in the bar counter, and words flatten on your tongue when you feel fingers pinching your chin, pulling you to meet his eyes.

A certain type of energy swallows the soft, jazz atmosphere around you. It was only the two of you after all, tonight he invited you to drink after closing hours.

You can feel his strong arm dragging your seat closer so his nose touches your own, lips inches from yours and gaze holding eye contact.

“May I?”

“Please.” When the words left your lips, Gallagher closes the distance and presses his mouth to your own, capturing your face in his calloused hold. Oddly, his tongue tasted like tobacco and candy, his stubble pricking your jaw but you didn’t mind, not when your heart stirs and crackles as he consumes you whole, like a licking flame that continues to burn you deliciously from inside out.

You wanted more, so you wrap your finger around his velvet tie and pull him in, eliciting a soft grunt from his chest. You cannot understand, you truly don’t know what makes this roguish and messy man so addicting.

“You..” Your cheeks feel heated and you sputter out, “You damn officer.” Your words stumble like a drunk and a deep, rich chuckle escapes his lips.

Gallagher fixes his tie and smiles teasingly at you. “Is it everything that you hoped for?”

Only because it was you, finally it was you. “I suppose so.” You touch your lips, then grab your glass. “Can I have a refill of the Dreamjolt Special?”

Gallagher smiles, taking your glass as his touch lingers on yours, pulling away reluctantly he says, “Sure thing, sweetheart. Just for you.”

Dr. Veritas Ratio holds a penchant amount of stubbornness and narcissism, this usually revolves around creating certain self-portraits of himself through wet clay and chisel tools.

However, these days, the sharp-tongued scholar has been plagued by the thoughts of someone. A mere mediocre whom he had been acquainted with for a few months due to recent collaborative projects. Probably the only one—besides a certain gambler and a few fools at his guild—who could infuriate him this much.

Yes, infuriating is a good word to describe you.

Infuriating with the way you try to ruffle him up at every given opportunity, infuriating with how you can keep up with his snarky comebacks and debates. Infuriated with the fact that you can sometimes flood his whole mind to the point he can no longer focus on his thesis and books, slowing his progress indiscriminately.

And, Aeon forbid, how infuriated he was that he enjoyed that sweet kiss you gave him one late morning between the bookshelves of the University library, where his shaking hands that held an encyclopedia completely slipped from his grasps, abandoned on the floor as he grabbed your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

A sigh escapes him and he shakes the thoughts away, “this is just ridiculous.” He hates how crave slowly aches through his chest, circulating its intensity through his whole body because all he wants to do now is to just hold you in his arms and kiss you again.

Ratio rolls his shoulders, leaning back focusing on the statue in front of him. His face scrunches at the half-done plaster in front of him. In normal circumstances, he would have molded the clay into his usual self-portraits, but what stares back at him was someone else, someone that he had grown to think about often than none, you.

Embarrassment heats up the tip of his ears, his thumb lifting to trace the clay that beheld your enamoring features, he murmurs lowly. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

Ever since Robin’s departure from Penacony, you had no one else but her older brother to seek company with, and Sunday had no one else but you to quench his loneliness and to heal his exhaustion after a day’s work dealing with The Family.

Sunday had always held something special in his heart for his beloved childhood sweetheart. He always showed kindness towards you, even when you were kids, he always stuck to you. He’s willing to share his strawberry tarts, grabbing a napkin to dab away crumbs from your mouth, willing to hold your hand securely on his and give you piggy-back rides. He even allows you to give him cheek kisses, more than willing actually, and he remembers being all bubbly and delightful after receiving your kisses, his wings flapping enthusiastically beside his ears from how happy and blushy he gets.

Even now that you are older and more mature, holding more responsibilities than back then—his soft-hearted mannerism is only reserved for you and his sister. And with Robin’s absence, he tries his best to make time for you into his busy schedule, always keeping track of days where you are out of practice so he can take a stroll with you down Golden hour’s enthusiastic streets, catching up in jovial conversations and buying strawberry tarts on a stand. He spends time with you in the Dreamscape and outside of it—as per Robin’s constant recommendations when he receives her letters.

The only difference now than when you were kids is that Sunday’s affections for you blossomed into something more.

Behind closed doors, within the private space of his office in Dewlight Pavillion, Sunday has you on his lap. No words were truly as you cup his face, he takes your hand and turns his head to seal a kiss on your palm, kissing your fingertips and your knuckles. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face on the crook of his shoulders,

You cannot help but breath out a laugh, lips murmuring on his ear. “If the other Family head finds you in such a state, they would have thrown quite a fit.”

“That’s hardly a concern.” He answers without much as opening his eyes. “I need you in my arms, I can deal with pressing matters later.”

“Greedy. Didn’t think you missed me that much if you are putting Family matters on hold just for me, how endearing of you.” You blow gentle air on his wings, it flutters under your warm breath.

“Mind you, you’re the one that came to visit me, no?” Sunday pulls you away from his neck to stare at you, his eyes a buttery gold. “Maybe you’re the one that misses me.”

“Maybe.” You peck his lips, Sunday follows your lips when you pull away and you cannot help but smile when he finally, finally he kisses you, fully satiating your yearning.

KING OF MY HEART, BODY AND SOUL | LYNEY

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Rosalie eyes the flower warily. “What am I supposed to do with that? My hands are—” The terrifying stranger pitches the flower to her lap, a clear rebuttal, “—tied… Okay.”

She wishes she could kick it off, yet her legs were also tied. Defeated, she accepts the offering but doesn’t say a word about it. Gratitude is far from what Rosalie is feeling at the moment. Ingratitude, fear, confusion. Those describe it better.

For better or for worse, Rosalie scrambles to take hold of the conversation, if only to show these people that she wouldn’t show her ingratitude, fear, and confusion. The flower jostles with her rough movements. “You’re—Fatui, aren’t you? I believe all of you owe me more than just a talk. What do you want with my child?” 

“Hey, lady,” the woman with the purple hood once again growls, “don’t talk to The Knave like that!”

YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE BY NOT BEING MINE | LYNEY

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Lyney has had many embarrassing moments in his life. Everyone has their moments, eventually, and Lyney’s not the type to keep track of all of them. He couldn’t even count them with his hands if he tried—it’d be as long as Lynette’s weekly receipt of sweets.

The first he could remember was performing in front of a live audience. He forgot his lines, cowered across expectant eyes, and fumbled with his tricks, but he didn’t regret it. That experience made him the illustrious magician he is today.

There was a time when Lyney wasn’t too used to you addressing him so directly and face-planted on the floor when you called out his name. 

LET ME HEAL YOUR HEART.

summary: they broke your heart three years ago. you thought he moved on, but you find him on your porch at two am.

a/n: AHAHAHAHAH I KNOW THAT SUMMARY SUCKED BOOTYCHEEKS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO GIVE TOO MUCH AWAY

wc: 1.3k words

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt comfort, violence, physical restraint?

a knock at the door. ‘…it’s two am on a tuesday, who could it be?’ you think to yourself. confusedly, you walk to the front hallway, unlatching the lock. swinging the door open, you don’t know what you expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t this. confusion morphs into pure shock the second you see who the mysterious visitor is.

it’s… him. your ex. the man who was once your world, and the same reason it came tumbling down oh so many years ago. god, he’s so breathtaking, it almost makes you fall for him all over again. but this time you’ve learned your lesson, you won’t, you can’t let him break your heart again. with a lump in your throat, you immediately attempt to slam the door shut. and you’re almost successful, if it weren’t for his hand that reaches out to stop it at the last second.

“…can we talk? …please?” the same words you sobbed as you begged him to stay. you stay silent, giving him hope that there was actually a chance to fix what he broke. “no.” this time, you manage to close the door. “y/n…” he sighs, but you’re too lost in your own thoughts to even pay attention to what he’s saying. after all this time… why now? a tear runs down your face, a barely audible sniffle following suit.

then, another knock. in a gentle voice, he asks, “are you alright?” “i’m fine.” you attempt to say in the harshest voice possible. he sighs. you were always bad at hiding your emotions, and he knew just by hearing your voice crack at the end. “…please… let me in.” “…” “open the door.” he knocks slightly louder. much to his surprise, the door swings open.

“honestly, what more do you want from me?” you glare. “can we talk?” he repeats himself, crossing his arms. “and i already told you, no.” you scowl. he stays silent, feeling a stab of self-hatred towards himself for hurting you so much that all you want to do is forget his entire existence. he sees you attempt to shut the door again, but he sticks out his leg to stop you.

“please… can i at least say something?” he begs. you scoff in annoyance. “fine. then leave and never come back.” he takes in a deep breath. “i regret what i did. three years ago.” “…what?” it comes out softly, breaking through your cold facade. but just as quickly as that surprise appeared, it fades. “i-i don’t care.” he nods slightly, a slightly hurt expression on his face, but it’s not like he didn’t expect that response.

“i made the wrong choice. i should have fought for us, i should’ve…” his voice breaks for a spilt second. “i should’ve never let go.” he gives you a bittersweet smile. you look away, trying to feign annoyance. “i… never stopped loving you.” he stares at you, even as you refuse eye contact. “i still love you.” “well… i don’t.” you choke out.

it’s an obvious lie, one even a child could tell was false. “you’re lying.” he simply states. “i don’t… i don’t want you in my life anymore!! so just …leave!!” you attempt to snap at him, blinking back the tears that were building up. he felt a stab in his chest, the same one as four years ago when you pleaded him to stay. “yeah… you’re lying.” he looks at you softly, as if begging you to break the walls you set up and admit how you truly felt.

“i-i’m not, so go!! get out!” your voice rises with emotion. he sighs, but doesn’t move an inch. “…did i hurt you that badly for you to completely shut me out?” he mumbles as he feels another pang in his heart.

“shut up.” you spit out. he goes silent. you looked so… broken, but you just won’t admit you’re hurting. your words sting, but he understands why you want to lash out at him. “you’re still hurt.” he murmurs. “i know you don’t hate me.” he looks at you intently. “i-i do.” you lie. “i hate you a lot. i hate you more than anything else.” “you don’t mean that.” he says calmly. you scowl at him.

“you don’t know what i feel.” “no, i don’t. but i know you loved me four years ago.” he smiles sadly. “i can see in your eyes that it still hurts.” “shut up.” you try again. “just leave. you didn’t have a problem doing it three years ago, what’s different?” he winces. he knows you’re just hurt, but it still hurts to face the truth.

“i don’t want to.” he says softly. slowly, he takes a step in your house, careful not to make any sudden movements. his eyes pierce through yours. “look at me. let me in.”

“j-just go!!” you scream, the tears you fought so hard to keep in spilling free. “i hate you! just leave! i don’t need you in my life!” your voice breaks as tears roll down your face, he can’t help but take another step towards you. he’s so close he can hear your breathing. “no.” you can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you close. you’re pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body. “you loved me then, and you still love me now, so why won’t you just admit it?”

“l-let me go!” you sob, trying everything to break free. thrashing against his hold, hitting him, kicking him away… “i’m not letting go. not now, not ever again.” he says simply. he holds you tighter, keeping your face pressed against him. “i hate you, go away, get out of my life!!” you scream. “you don’t mean that.” he says firmly. “stop saying those words and look me in the eyes.”

“y-yes i do! i hate you, i hope you die, go away!!” completely ignoring your threats, he wipes away your tears. “y/n. you’re hurting yourself; stop.” “leave me alone, let go!” as you continue to scream, he just stares. “you never stopped loving me. that’s why it still hurts.” “i don’t need you in my life!” trying to pull away, you attempt everything to get away.

“you wanted me to come back.” his voice is calm, he watches your movements, knowing you were trying everything to break free. “i regret leaving. i should have fought for us, but i gave up…”

“stop, stop, stop…” you sob, voice pained and broken. “…please… let me go…” your pleas break his heart, as his expression softens. “i’m sorry. i won’t let you suffer anymore.” he holds you gently, and you can see the tears roll down his face. “i’m sorry that i left you with no answers or reasoning. i’m sorry that i left you alone.” “go away…” you sniffle, still resisting against him.

“i’m not leaving. i should have fought for you, i should’ve never stopped loving you.” you still thrash and scream against his hold. “listen to me. i love you. so much.” his voice is soft and desperate, as if pleading you to listen. “i know you thought i moved on, but you were always in my thoughts. every day for three years.”

“j-just please, stop, i don’t want to remember…” you beg. “i know it hurts… i know your heart is broken. so is mine. but it doesn’t have to stay like this.” “i hate you, i hate your face, i hate you for leaving!!” you scream, throat hoarse from all the yelling. “i know.” he smiles sadly. “but i’m not giving up this time.”

“i hate you for caring, i hate you for coming back, and i hate that i still love you!! stupid, stupid, stupid…” you collapse in his embrace, no longer having the energy to fight back. “i know.” he whispers. “i’m stupid for leaving, so stupid for hurting you… but i promise, promise, i won’t ever make the same mistake twice.”

“so let me heal your heart.”

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Real😝

MAPPA is really trying to compensate us for all the trauma

❝ dying (for your love) ❞. . . ⇢ satoru gojo

˗ˏˋsummary: there’s never any time to think about your feelings for each other when you’re so focused on ensuring that you both live to see another day

˗ˏˋwc: 17.5k whew..

˗ˏˋcontains: gn!reader x gojo, zombie apocalypse au, slowburn, angst with a happy ending, descriptive violence, minor injuries, use of guns/other weapons, lots of physical touch, codependency, clingy gojo 🥺, heavy pining/yearning etc etc, sugu + shoko cameo, one (1) heated argument, cursing, suggestive language used near the end (MDNI)

˗ˏˋa/n: [inhales deeply] first of all, big big BIG THANK U to my beloved io @elusivemoon for beta reading this behemoth of a fic u r my rock fr i love u soo so bad. im also tagging @softgirlgonehaywire @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat and @anthoosies for hyping me up so much 🙈<3 + some more lovely beautiful friends tagged below bc this fic was in the works for a good minute now. i hope u all enjoy reading my longest word-vomit to date :3 and do let me know if there's anything i missed for the content warnings!!

you think you’re hearing the haunting moans of the undead echoing in the distance, or perhaps you’re simply imagining things — but it’s a constant reminder of the perilous world you now inhabit nonetheless. a world that succumbed to an epidemic, at the hands of a fatal illness that truthfully did nothing to really make you stay dead.

as the moonlight illuminates the path you and satoru are currently walking on, you have to rely heavily on your senses. the only sounds emitting from the two of you at the moment are that of crunching leaves underneath thick, dirt-covered boots and the occasional shuddering breath being exhaled. in the otherwise eerie silence, you both stand guard beside each other, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger as you trek through the dense forest.

ALL EYES ON YOU, MY MAGICIAN | LYNEY

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You and Aether once again find yourselves in an inconspicuous meeting spot, which was just a shadowy corner of Cafe Lutece, your exchanges veiled by the guise of three friends casually eating dinner. Paimon is, of course, stuffing her mouth with the array of desserts; Aether is sipping on a drink she ordered for him, brows furrowed in deep thought, and you’re still wondering why Lyney lied to your face.

After your spar with Lyney, you realized a few things. 1) He knows more than he lets on. 2) He knows that you’re onto him. 3) He could have easily called you out on it, but he didn’t. What was his goal here? Is he playing along?

Or is he hiding something bigger than what you’re trying to go after? Magicians tend to play little tricks to hide a grander one.

Aether hums thoughtfully. “Do you believe him?”

“Definitely not,” you reply swiftly—bitterly, too, because you don’t know what you’re looking for. “I feel like I’m walking straight into a trap.”

You’re a hypocrite, but you’re essentially doing this for them, so you’re better than a hypocrite, at least.

↳ ❝FIRST KISS WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS❝

warnings: slight NSFW - MDNI, some angst (Freminet, Mika & Xiao), cringe, not proof-read cause damn its long

summary: your first kiss with the genshin boys, yes even the harbingers and Mika, x Creator!Reader

characters: all genshin guys + harbingers

word count: 11.618

Aether

Aether's breath catches in his throat as your hand lands on his face. He doesn't look away from your eyes, his gaze still on yours as he takes in your touch with visible delight. He lets out a light, happy sigh as the sensation makes him shiver. Aether leans his face into your palm, relishing the touch. He seems to melt, and with a small whine, he nuzzles the palm of your hand. This makes him smile softly — just one touch and he's already gone to heaven. He closes his eyes, leaning happily into your touch.

"You know I love you...right?" Is what you say, carefully but you want to know. Aether's eyes slowly open as his head remains in your palm. His expression is soft, content, and he looks at you with almost desperate reverence. "Y-Yes, my grace," he whispers hoarsely, "I know." Aether continues to lean into your palm, pressing his face against it. His eyes remain closed, and he just leans into you as he sights loudly and contentedly. The sound is adorable, as is the way he so freely gives himself over to the touch of your hand.

Genshin Angst Headcanons - Why the two of you broke up

Note: Had an unexpected free day! I haven't written in a while, please excuse the mistakes, if any.

Disclaimer at the end of the post

Warning: Some are pretty predictable. Each of them have their own issues, lore wise, so some are lore heavy. You might not agree with some of them, but its how I see it, so to each their own. Let me know what you think! Some are quite angsty. Some scenes it's you breaking up with him and some are vice versa. Didn't feel like writing Razor, Venti and Xingqiu.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Personal Favourites in this work: Lyney, Itto, Kazuha

Aether

"...I'm sorry, Y/N... I just... I don't think this is the right time for me to be together with you,"

LYNEY definitely does that thing where he leans in to kiss you, but just as your lips are about to touch, he slips a card in between so you feel the coolness of the plastic instead and you instantly open your eyes. You swear to the archons above you could feel him smirk against the card as his purple eyes peek over the edge, a charming yet teasing glint in them watching as you pull away unamused.

But who is he to leave you without a kiss? That's surely a crime punishable up to the highest degree! (and quite frankly, he's not looking forward to being charged again). So of course, he pulls you back in, slipping an arm around your waist and hugging you to his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut, and only when you reciporcate does he bring a hand to cup your face, slowly brushing his lips against yours as he deepens the already passionate kiss. The way his thumb traces the skin of your cheek makes you dizzy, and he sighs in content before smiling against your lips, unable to hold back his bubbling joy.