Honkai Star: Rail x Reader Oneshots

A Well Deserved Bath | Aventurine, Topaz, Sunday, Robin x Reader

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Robin x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Topaz x Reader, Relaxation, Bonding, Comfort, Affection, Intimacy, Gentle interactions.

Aventurine

Aventurine leans back in the warm, steamy water, his eyes closed as the soft scent of lavender fills the air. After a long day of maneuvering and endless meetings, the calmness of the bath feels like a distant luxury. He lets out a slow, contented breath, his usual smirk softened into something more peaceful.

You sit next to him, the water swirling gently around you both. He glances at you with a playful glint in his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Sometimes,” he says softly, “it’s easy to forget how much I need moments like this.”

You chuckle lightly, soaking in the warmth of the bath and his company. The light from the bathroom’s candles flickers, casting shadows that dance on the walls. Aventurine rests his head against the edge of the tub, his arms stretched out beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically sincere. “After everything, you’re the one person I can truly unwind with.”

You offer him a warm, reassuring smile, and the two of you relax into the calm of the bath, letting the steam and the gentle lapping of water wash away the tensions of the day. Aventurine’s charm might be the most obvious thing about him, but in this moment, it’s the quiet vulnerability that he lets slip through the cracks, allowing himself to just be.

Robin

Robin rests her head against the edge of the bathtub, her hair cascading around her like a soft veil. Her eyes flutter closed as the warmth of the water soothes her, calming the nerves that had been frayed by the demands of the day. She allows herself a rare moment of stillness, the lingering weight of her past melting away with each slow breath.

You sit beside her, sharing the quiet tranquility of the space. She smiles gently, her lips barely curling upward as she turns her head toward you. Her voice is soft, almost as if she’s speaking to herself. “Sometimes, I forget how much I long for peace like this...” she murmurs, her gaze lost in the soft ripples of the water.

You reach over and gently touch her hand, the warmth from the bath blending with the warmth of your connection. Her eyes flicker to yours, and for a brief second, you see the layers of sorrow and resilience that make her who she is.

“I think we all need moments like this to remind us of the beauty that still exists.” you reply softly.

A slow, contented sigh escapes Robin as she relaxes further into the bath, her shoulders sinking deeper into the warm water. She rests her head back once more. The world outside may have been filled with loss, but in this sanctuary, Robin is allowed to simply be.

Sunday

Sunday sits at the far end of the bathtub, his eyes closed as he leans against the smooth porcelain, savoring the warmth of the water. The day had been filled with festival preparations, complex negotiations, and the weight of expectations as the leader of the Oak Family. But now, in the quiet of the bathroom, the only thing that matters is the soothing embrace of the bath.

You’re beside him, your presence steady and calming. He shifts slightly, his eyes flickering toward you. “You know,” he says, his voice serene, “sometimes I wonder if people ever truly find peace without escaping pain.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious, but before you can respond, he continues. “I’ve seen so much suffering, so much loss. I can’t help but think that if I could create a world where no one has to suffer, they could live peacefully.”

There’s a sadness in his tone, but it’s tempered with a quiet resolve. You reach for his hand, gently intertwining your fingers with his, offering comfort in silence.

“I don’t know if I can fully understand your vision,” you say softly, “but I do know that you deserve peace too.”

He gives a small, grateful smile, his eyes softening as they meet yours. The weight of his ideals doesn’t vanish, but for this brief moment, Sunday allows himself to simply relax, letting the water carry away some of his heavy thoughts. The bath, like the briefest escape, offers him a rare chance to just be, without the world’s expectations hanging over him.

Topaz

Topaz sinks into the bath, her hair floating around her like a halo as she relaxes into the warm water. After a long day filled with negotiations, debt collections, and the demands of her high-powered position, the bath feels like a much-needed respite. The gentle scent of roses and mint helps her unwind, a contrast to the sharp, calculated world she inhabits.

You sit beside her, the two of you sharing a quiet moment of tranquility. Topaz leans back against the tub, her eyes closed as a faint smile tugs at her lips. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this until I stepped in...” she says, her voice usually so sharp now softened by the warm water.

The tension in her shoulders melts away, and for a fleeting moment, she seems at ease, shedding the burdens of her job and the constant hustle of the IPC. Her hand reaches out, brushing against yours, and you gently hold it, providing her a sense of reassurance she rarely shows.

“Work always comes first,” she admits quietly. “But I’m starting to understand that moments like these… are just as important.”

You nod in agreement, sharing this small but precious pause from the chaos of life. Topaz's sharp focus and intense determination may define her, but here, in the bath, she is allowed to simply rest and recharge, ready to take on whatever comes next with renewed energy.