Honkai Star: Rail x Reader Oneshots

In Sickness and in Care | Aventurine, Sunday, Dan Heng, Sampo x Reader

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Can be read Romantically or Platonically, Emotional Healing, Soft Moment, Fluff, Caretaking, Comfort, Sickfic.

Warnings: Emotional Vulnerability, Illness/Sick, Possible Spoilers (?)

Aventurine

Aventurine rarely allowed weakness to show, but tonight was different. His usually vibrant eyes were dimmed, his hair damp with sweat as he slumped in the couch. The peacock-feather earring swayed as he groaned softly, gripping his forehead.

"Darling, there’s no need to fuss," he said with a weak smile as you pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. "I’ve faced worse odds."

"You're burning up, Aven," you said firmly, pulling his hand away as he tried to wave off your care. "And stop calling this a ‘bet with fate.’ You need rest."

Aventurine chuckled lightly, the sound raspy. "You know me too well. But I must say, having you as my nurse might make this wager worth losing."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, placing a bowl of soup on the table beside him. As you tucked him into bed with surprising gentleness, he gazed up at you, the faintest trace of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Thank you..." he murmured, his voice soft and uncharacteristically genuine.

Sunday

Sunday was the picture of poise, even as he lay weakened on the couch. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were dulled by exhaustion. His hair clung to his forehead as he turned to you with a faint smile.

"I apologize for troubling you," he said, his tone as dignified as ever despite his flushed cheeks.

"Troubling me? Sunday, you’ve taken care of an entire family for years," you said, adjusting his scarf. "The least I can do is take care of you."

He sighed, leaning back as you placed a hand against his forehead. The fever was high, but his gaze softened as you worked.

"Your kindness reminds me why I started all of this," he said quietly. "Though I still think my dream is the best way to spare humanity from suffering..."

You pressed a glass of water into his hand, interrupting his monologue. "Save the philosophy for when you’re better, dreamer. Right now, just let me take care of you."

For once, Sunday didn’t argue.

Sampo Koski

Sampo was a terrible patient.

"I’m fine! Really, I’ve dealt with worse—ow, okay, maybe not!" he yelped as you pressed a hand to his forehead.

"You're burning up, Sampo. Sit down and let me help you, or I swear I’ll tie you to this chair."

He blinked, his eyes wide. "You’d tie me up? Kinda bold, don’t you think?"

"Sampo."

"Right, right. Sick. Staying still. Got it." He grinned sheepishly, allowing you to press a cold compress to his forehead.

As you worked, his usual sly charm dimmed, replaced by an unusual sincerity.

"You’re... really good at this." he said quietly.

"Taking care of you?" you teased, tucking him into the blanket he kept trying to escape.

"No, just... being there for someone like me," he admitted, his voice softer than usual. "Thanks for not giving up on me."

Dan Heng

Dan Heng lay silently in his bunk(?) aboard the Astral Express, his breathing shallow and uneven. His usually stoic demeanor was cracked by the fever that flushed his cheeks.

"You didn’t have to stay..." he murmured as you carefully wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Of course I did," you said firmly. "You’re always looking out for everyone else. Let someone take care of you for once."

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes fluttering open.

"I’m not used to this," he admitted. "Being cared for."

"Then consider this practice," you said with a soft smile, adjusting the blanket over him.

He studied you, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his lips. "You’re... kind. I’ll try to rest, if it will make you worry less."

"Good," you said, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "I’ll be here if you need anything."

As his breathing evened out, you stayed by his side, watching over him as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.