Welcome! As the name suggests, this is where I'll be sharing my Honkai Star: Rail x Reader work from my Tumblr (aventurineswife).
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Warnings: Most of my fics are...
Warnings: Dan Heng x Sick!GN!Reader, Established Relationship(Can be ready platonically too), Sickfic, Fluff, Comfort, Tender Moments, Vulnerability, Caring Dan Heng, Soft Dan Heng, Stoic but Gentle, Domestic Fluff.
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The soft glow of the Astral Express dimly illuminated the room. You lay curled up under the blanket, sniffling as the cold that had taken hold of you left your body weak. Your head ached, your throat was sore, and the stuffiness in your nose made it nearly impossible to breathe properly. Yet, there was something that soothed the discomfort-a quiet, constant presence by your side.
Dan Heng sat nearby, his usual stoic expression softened as he watched over you, occasionally glancing up from his book. Even though he often kept his distance from others, you had always felt a certain warmth in his gaze when he looked at you. Right now, that warmth was a comfort as you lay there, miserably fighting off the symptoms of your cold.
But he did.
Without a word, Dan Heng set his book aside and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a neatly folded handkerchief. He leaned forward, his calm expression unwavering as he held it out towards you.
"Here," he offered softly, "let me help."
You blinked, staring at the handkerchief in surprise. Surely, he wasn't suggesting what you thought he was. Clean your snot? With his handkerchief? You immediately shook your head, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks.
"N-no, it's fine," you mumbled, turning away even more. "You don't have to... That's gross. I don't want you to-"
"It's not gross," Dan Heng interrupted, his voice steady but gentle. "I don't mind."
The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard. You hesitated, looking back at him. His expression hadn't changed. He wasn't disgusted, not in the slightest. In fact, there was a kind of quiet reassurance in his eyes, as if to say that nothing about this moment would push him away. Even when you were at your worst, he would stay by your side.It made your heart ache, not from the cold, but from the tenderness of it all.
Still unsure, you fidgeted under the blanket. "Are you... really okay with this?"
Dan Heng gave a small nod, his lips curving into the slightest of smiles-a rare sight, but one that spoke volumes. "Yes. Let me take care of you."
The words were simple, but they carried so much weight. Slowly, you nodded, giving in to his offer. You couldn't deny how much you wanted to be cared for right now, even if it was in such a vulnerable state.With careful, deliberate movements, Dan Heng moved closer.
He gently pressed the handkerchief against your nose, dabbing at the snot with such tenderness that it almost made you feel self-conscious again. But the way he did it-with such patience and care-dispelled any embarrassment. His touch was delicate, his focus entirely on you, making sure you were comfortable.
"There." he said softly once he finished, pulling the handkerchief back and folding it neatly again, as if it wasn't something he just used to clean snot.
You blinked, staring at him, your heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you," you whispered, feeling a little silly for how much this simple act meant to you.
Dan Heng leaned back in his chair, his expression returning to its usual calm demeanor, but his eyes lingered on you with a softness that made your chest tighten.
"It's nothing." he replied, as though this act of kindness were the most natural thing in the world to him.
And maybe, for him, it was. Dan Heng wasn't the type to express his feelings with grand gestures or flowery words, but in these small, quiet moments, his care spoke louder than anything else. Even with all the walls he had built around himself, he let them down for you, showing you that no matter how vulnerable or 'gross' you felt, it didn't change how he saw you.
You leaned back against the pillows, feeling a little lighter despite the cold still gripping your body. Dan Heng returned to his book, but you knew he was still keeping an eye on you, ready to help the moment you needed anything.
And in that moment, wrapped in the warmth of his quiet care, you realized just how much you meant to him. Even in your most vulnerable state, he was there, unbothered by the messiness of it all-just as steady, just as loyal.
Dan Heng would always be there, taking care of you, no matter what.
