Hsrsunday Stories

One is supposed to treat everyone with hospitality in case of chance encounters, aren't they? So why was it so hard for you to do the same for him? (Honkai: Star Rail oneshot)

A man. A halovian. Once was in grace filled with pride and the whole planet wrapped around his finger. Once a man who guided the poor and lost to a world of dreams and hope. Once a man who had a loving sister who sang melodies that lulled the children to sleep. A loving kind soul. Once a brother who loves his sister unconditionally no matter what. Once he was- He was.. What was he again? Before.. all of this? Oh.. He fell.. Fell from grace.. Tears duct around his face. What a disgrace. To the Halovian race. Then they were them. A technician. A loving caring asset to The Express. He saw stars.. This fic is gender neutral for better immersion for it's readers. All characters belong to Hoyoverse and Honkai: Star Rail except the Reader (Y/N). There will be no excessive use of Y/N for immersion. All art and writing belongs to anind_smasharang on IG and AF. This fic may contain themes of: *Loss/Grief *Angst *Doomed siblings *Denial *Mental Ilness: depression, anxiety, ect *Slow burn *Guilt *Redemption arc RANKS: #12 -religious trauma #774 -genshin #53 -sunday

Then, just as suddenly, everything resumed. The faceless 'humans' began walking again, going about their day. But each time Sunday looked, he noticed: they weren't doing anything. They simply mimicked life. Some walked in circles. Some tried to talk - but with no mouths, it looked like a crude performance. This didn't feel like Order anymore. It felt like a script - a simulation of life. Maybe only in this town... or maybe the whole planet. He didn't know yet. But something was very, very wrong. And suddenly, he realized: the Astral Express Crew was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't just feeling alone. There was a very real chance... He was completely alone here.

𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘅 𝗳.𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗼.... 𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘅 𝗳.𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

#𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬 (𝗛𝗦𝗥) ✧ in which all it takes for life to have meaning is to be thrust into a world of survival and death games (and maybe an attractive rich guy)! (𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗨)

[ stellaron hunter!sunday x gn!reader ] Following the catastrophe of the Charmony Festival, rather than waking up in one of Penacony's hospitals or prisons, Sunday awakens right in the base of one of the most notorious criminals in the galaxies. With nowhere else to go, he's left to follow you, the Stellaron Hunters' medic, in his attempts to become accustomed to his new life. ic: @/隐世樱yyy on weibo !!