Honkai Star: Rail x Reader Oneshots

In the Hands of the One I Love | Moze x Reader

Summary: In a shattered world of duty and betrayal, Moze faces his greatest challenge: carrying out a mission that demands the life of the one person who ever mattered. As blades fall and words linger, the lines between love and obligation blur in the cruelest twist of fate.

Tags: Moze x Reader, Angst, Tragedy, Emotional Conflict, Forbidden Love, Sacrificial Love.

Warnings: Major character death, Blood and violence, Emotional distress, Themes of betrayal and loss.

The moon hung low, casting a pale light over the crumbling ruins of the city. The world was silent, save for the faint whisper of the wind. Moze stood still, his blade trembling in his hand, as he stared at you. His violet irises, usually devoid of emotion, now flickered with something foreign—hesitation.

You smiled weakly, leaning against a broken column for support. Blood trickled down your side, staining your clothes, but you barely seemed to notice. Instead, your eyes, warm and unwavering, were fixed on him.

“I always knew it might come to this,” you said softly, breaking the silence. Your voice, though weak, carried a calm acceptance that pierced him like the sharpest of blades.

“Don’t,” Moze’s voice was low and strained, almost a whisper. His grip on his weapon tightened, knuckles white beneath his gloves. “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” You laughed, a hollow, bittersweet sound. “You, the Shadow Guard. Me, the one who dared to stand in your way. Fate really is cruel, isn’t it?”

He didn’t respond. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away, unable to meet your gaze. He had killed countless people before, each with precision and finality, but this was different. This was you.

“It’s ironic,” you continued, a tear sliding down your cheek as your smile softened. “Of all the ways to go, I never thought it’d be like this. But… at least I’m dying in the hands of the one I love.”

Your words shattered the icy barrier around his heart, sending cracks through the walls he had spent years building. He had trained himself to feel nothing, to be nothing, and yet here you were, undoing everything with a single sentence.

“Don’t make me do this,” he said, his voice breaking for the first time. His blade, so steady before, now wavered in his grasp.

“You don’t have a choice, Moze,” you replied, your tone gentle yet firm. “We both know that. This is who you are. This is your duty.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he seemed like a lost boy rather than the cold assassin he was meant to be. Memories of you flooded his mind—the quiet moments, the laughter you shared, the way you always managed to bring a flicker of warmth to his cold, sterile world.

“I’m sorry...” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I know,” you said, your tears now freely falling. Yet, your smile never wavered. “It’s okay, Moze. You’re just doing what you have to do. And… I’ll always love you. No matter what.”

Those words were the final blow, striking deeper than any blade ever could. With a trembling hand, he stepped forward, his shadow falling over you as he raised his weapon. His heart screamed in protest, every fiber of his being begging him to stop, but he couldn’t. He had to.

As the blade descended, you closed your eyes, a single tear slipping down your cheek. The pain was sharp but fleeting, and in your final moments, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his.

“Thank you. . .” you whispered, your voice fading like the wind.

And then, you were gone.

Moze stood there, frozen, his blade stained with the blood of the one person who had ever truly seen him. The world around him seemed to collapse, the weight of what he had done crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

He fell to his knees beside you, his usually pristine hands now trembling and stained. For the first time in years, tears slipped down his cheeks, silent and unrelenting.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

But the ruins offered no solace, no absolution. Only silence.