Honkai: Star Rail Oneshots

Blade 💕✨

(A/N: Blade is referred to as Ren as well as Blade.)

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"Try to stay quiet, yeah?" - Enemies with Benefits

You knew it was wrong. You were supposed to be enemies. But it was so easy to forget that when...

You were pressed to a wall, his body keeping you from running. He had your hands in a tight grip, your weapon long since discarded.

What was supposed to be a normal run-in with the Stellaron Hunters, turned into something a bit more... Personal.

Your breaths were heavy as you stared into his eyes, "Blade..."

This wasn't the first time. It has happened many times before. Every time the Nameless and the Hunters fought, you two seemed to just split from the rest of your groups.

You wondered if the others ever took notice. If they ever wondered how you came back mostly unscathed from matches with such a skilled swordsman.

While it was true that you and Blade have crossed weapons on many occasions, the winner was never quite clear since your fight didn't last long enough to be decisive.

You always ended up in the same position, the same moment. It was almost impressive just how predictable your encounters were.

"It's been a while, (Y/N)." Blade smirked, almost in a teasing manner. His free hand trailing up to cup your cheek.

"I wish it had been longer." You pouted, avoiding eye contact. As enjoyable as these moments were, they also brought a strange hint of guilt to your heart.

"Well, what can we do? Destiny doesn't let us choose. Or at least that's what Kafka can't seem to stop yammering about." He was amused by your hesitance, "are you sure you're not at least a little happy to see me?"

You gave him a frustrated look. It was true that you had once again followed him. You didn't have to be the one to face him, but here you were, "... no."

"Hmm..." He hummed, tilting your head so you had to look at him, "how about you try again. But this time say it to my face."

"I..." You felt how flushed your cheeks were. You wanted to lie. But there was just something about him that just didn't allow you to do so.

"Mm-hm? What's that?" He was enjoying your suffering. It was a different kind of suffering than he usually inflicted on others, but with you, he preferred this one.

"Tch." You scoffed, trying to wriggle your hands out of his grip. He was being unreasonable. He already knew the answer, so why did you have to say it?

Why? Because he oh-so enjoyed seeing the defeated look on your face as you admitted that you liked his presence. That you craved him just like he craved you.

"Fine! I missed you." You grumbled, unhappy with how easily he made you give in.

"There it is, that's my good (Y/N). Honesty suits you, my dear." He was absolutely milking this moment for what it was worth.

"Whatever, whatever... Just..." You muttered the last part a little too quietly. If he heard, he definitely didn't show it.

"You'll have to speak up, dear."

"... just kiss me already." You mumbled, already feeling the smug look he was about to give you.

"I'm not hearing a please." He mused, leaning closer but not close enough to close the gap.