Take the Journey ── Honkai star rail x reader

𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁┊𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠

request - spedupgypsy

summary: where Welt Yang and his companions go on a mission on a hot planet and while the others slip away, he meets at night with an old friend.

reader: Male, male description etc.

Welt Yang x m!reader
(2nd pov!)

CW: slight pining scene.

"Mr. Yang" March 7th pouted, "it's too hot on this planet." She turned to Stelle, trying to search for any support in her eyes, but there was nothing, other than blinking with her eyes, then she turned to Danheng, his reaction was even more non existent than Stelle's.

March shrieked when Stelle grabbed her shoulders and shoved Danheng along. This woman had some strength to her core. It surprised the man time again and again.

He watched them until they were only a bare silhouette left from the sight.

He shrugged and left with his cane towards the quiet bar, the very same where he'd meet more than often with his old friend.

He sat down and ordered a drink. When the glass was handed to him, he gave the bartender some money, nodded, and paid him. There seemed to be someone in his shadows. He sensed it. Someone was around. While sipping on the liquor, he felt his ganze wander to his right, where no one was to be found. His intuition had played a trick on him.

There was somewhat a light disappointment filling the thin smile he had, which dropped as soon as he realized he was alone.

"Hey Welt~" you hummed, Welt didn't mumble a word. He was quiet and sighed. He turned towards the direction the voices source. When he looked at you, he noticed you wore once again a very light outfit, to be precise it was.. revealing.

Since you were on a hot dessert planet, with a beaming sun and dwelling heat. Trousers to the knees and a shirt that was silky looking while revealing your arms and back. He never judged you though. He was just fascinated how you could have that much confidence with how rough people could be towards the self esteem of oneself.

"You," he breathed with an inch of disbelief to it. It seemed like he didn't believe his eyes, that his mind was playing a systematic trick on him or some kind of bad experiment.

"Yes, me," you chuckled, "the oh so great Y/n," your smile brightened until it dropped when Welt was about to stand up. "Oh- no! I was joking, I swear." You held onto his wrinkled sleeve, your thin smile slowly dropped.

A sigh came from his direction. He tilted his head towards you.
"So you came?" he asked. He settled down on the chair, and you followed, to sit beside him. Your place was beside him, not in his shadows or in the light in front of him, but beside him compared to others you've been with.

He was no foe nor partner.

He was.. you didn't know how to put a finger on it.

You watched him pay the bartender for another drink—your mouth shaped into a "o" as your eyes widened. You were about to protest, but he shook his head, "the usual." he said with a nod. You bit on your cheek, your cheeks heated. Such small genuine affectionate gesture alone could ruin your pokerface. He knew you better than anyone of the other customers who came, who watched you perform.

The action repeated in your mind, everything seemed to become blurry while your heart throbbed, it beat so loud and hard you thought he might catch up on your feelings. The one you harboured and kept around for years.

How did it start? When your heart would beat so violent against your ribcage.

It was probably a few years ago.

However, you didn't expect to end up drunk with him in a bar, then sober up and at last go outside. Everything from there was hard to put in the right order.

The first thing that came to mind was his gloved hand wandering under your chin to tilt it up. He looked into your eyes. It was hypnotising.

He was so close that you felt his body heat radiate off him. He was warm while being so close pressed against your skin. The fact you wore something so light didn't help to conceal how flustered you felt.

His breath brushed your neck, and your eyes went wide. Your breath hitched. It caught up in your throat and tangled bit by bit, making you unable to breathe or bring a proper word out other than a gasp. You couldn't believe your senses or explain how nice that felt to feel him this close after years of seemingly unrequited attraction.

"Welt.." You whispered, there wasn't another word that was able to leave your mouth in the rush of adrenaline that went through your blood vessels.

There was a turbulence in your heart, a whirlwind in your mind, and an impulse in your muscles. You took in a deep breath of courage and kissed him, softly pressing your lips against his.

At first, the kiss seemed loose and unrequited like all the years of "unrequited" love you went through, but you felt your blood  pump stronger when he kissed you back. You almost stumbled, rather said, you collided with the wall, but you kept his lips pressed to yours because it was what you've seeked for years. A minor grunt escaped your lips as you felt the pain catch up to you—your back was hammering with pain from the impact to the dry, hard granite wall.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, you smelled the light liquor in his breathe, which was almost faded, since you two had sobered up about two hours ago, but it stuck with you, and despite the sour taste that burnt your throat, it was such a sweet sensation like him.

You smiled, "it's fine."

"Y/n," he started, a stern tone with concealed worry beneath the rock pile.

"Welt?" You looked at him, trying to play it off, since you knew brushing it entirely off would be worse.

"We don't have to," he began, then he stopped mid sentence when you shook your head.

"It's fine," you nodded, "I'm fine, I really liked that.. kiss.." You shrugged, all the confidence you wore before fell off like a mask.

He held your chin and kissed you gently, you leaned in and let him lean you against the wall. The only thing that mattered to you in that moment—he was there, he chose you, no one else, and he kisses you.

As he placed tender kisses alongside your jawline, you stiffened, "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"Not on the neck.. I have uh.. customers later."

"Oh," he chuckled, caressed your cheek. His breath was on your neck. Despite the fact that he'd keep the situation in check, he'd never stop teasing you, his breath was warm and it brushed your neck, although you had to go—badly, you couldn't, physically at least. Your cheeks felt warm and you were immobilized by your flustered state.

He chuckled and straightened himself, then he proceeded to brush your cheek with his thumb and give you a small peck on the cheek.

"I'm going to take you on a vacation next month, Himeko agreed," you perked up at that.

"But I'd advertise you to wear something less revealing since we go to a rather conservative planet. What do you think?" He asked.

"I think, yes?" You shrugged.

——✧･ﾟ: ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆
RAINEE's NOTE; Yes, I'm not going to make it more explicit. In fact, I don't know how making out works either cause I'm not into the NSFW corners of romance, which is why I don't want to dug into descriptions.

I'd make the attempt sound odd, and I want to spare myself that much. I preferred to keep it more SFW than extremely explicit if you don't mind (person who requested) since I'm not confident in my abilities to write about making out with someone.