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spreadinghyperfixations · 4 months

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A self-aware au for honkai star rail is not as easy to make as one for genshin, due to the setting and the difference between how the archons/celestia and the aeons are treated in the games, but I have an idea on how it could work.

The aeon of origin

There was once nothing. No stars, no planets, no life. Complete nothingness, except for one small life form. That life grew and grew, growing stronger in the nothingness, until it stopped. They awoke as the being that would start it all.

The aeon of origin

They were so lonely in the nothingness, so they formed other powerful beings, the aeons, but they were still in the nothingness. The origin knew what they had to do. As the aeons awoke, they could only watch as their creator destroyed their form and created the vast universe, but even as they fought each other over the millennia, they all shared one same belief. The aeon of origin will return.

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As the trailblazer traveled the space station, she heard a voice guiding her. When other joined up with her they could hear it too, but none could identify the source, even though there always seemed to be some strange force following them, it couldn't be seen.

The voice didn't seem hostile, but it was friendly. It seemed so excited about everything and it gave good advice in battle, so they decided to let it stay. They wouldn't be able to get rid of it if they tried.

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Nanook cast their gaze upon the girl with the stellaron inside of her. An unusual occurrence, but one that was inevitable and one that would surely soon become irrelevant in their eyes.

But... something is off.

No, not with the girl, but the being following her. It couldn't be... could it? That energy only belonged to one being, one who died to create everything. Even if they didn't exist when it happened, all aeons know that force, but why are they following this mortal?

That matters not. As the inevitability all aeons knew was coming has begun.

The aeon of origin is returning.

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"where is that last trash can?!"

You're looking at your device as you run around Belobog with the trailblazer. "i know there's one i haven't checked, so where is it?!"

You decide to take a break by rewatching the cutscene with Nanook, but the one in the video doesn't match how you remember it. you decide to watch another, after all, that video has Caelus, but you picked Stelle, so maybe that's why it's a bit different.

But the video with Stelle is the same, so you assume you just remembered it wrong. "looking for that last trashcan must be fucking with my memory, I should really take a break... nah, I'm gonna keep looking" you speak, unaware that you didn't remember it wrong and someone is listening to you

#sahsrau #sagau #honkai star rail #hsr #yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #honkai star rail x reader #reader insert

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theshinazugawaslut · 3 months

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Sanemi but he's throwing a tantrum over not getting a kiss all day

Literally lays down on the floor, screaming until he gets a kiss

a/n: i love him so much, i was re-watching that backstory episode of him and genya and I've still not physically recovered. also, sorry for being offline for a bit, I've got tonsillitis and COVID right now :( all what I've written in this drabble also apply to all AU's.

Sanemi is a surprisingly very affectionate man, anybody would look at the temperamental grump and think the opposite but you know far better: the Wind Hashira will become a pathetic, mushy mess if you so much as caress his cheek.

He feels like he doesn't deserve it but your hand is so soft, your eyes sparkle as you look at him and he feels like the sky has rained down stars and blessings onto him.

He's never let anyone get close to him, not a single person, nobody has ever known the feeling of his skin nor how he looks when he cries out as he cums. Only you do, and the thought makes him childishly proud, he's yours — what a fucking honour.

So he doesn't understand why you haven't given him one single kiss the entire day- Hell, you haven't even glanced at him, did he do something wrong?

Have you finally realised he's ugly and really not worth it? Or - this is what Sanemi thinks could be the worst case scenario - did you just not want to give him a kiss today?

He's been trailing behind you like a lost puppy all day, following after you, a small scrunch between his brows.

You're so busy, barely paying him mind, looking stressed yourself. He feels like whining and bawling on the floor just to get your attention. He's more than willing to start shrieking and shovelling dirt into his mouth just to get your attention.

You're doing so much work from the minute you cracked open your pretty eyes — you didn't even give him a morning peck and cuddle, already out the futon when Sanemi awoke (by himself; lonely, sad, cold, depressed, how could you?).

You've been training younger slayers, giving them tips and pointers; making some food for the orphaned kids down the street; sharpened yours and Sanemi's swords; went to go see a few different Hashira since they wanted some help from you, and Sanemi's been right behind you, brooding and pouting.

He's tried to get your attention multiple times, lightly tugging on your sleeve so you look at him but you just give him a gentle squeeze on his thick wrist and a small smile before turning your attention elsewhere (why the fuck do you need to help that Kamado boy?) and then he tries to pepper little kisses against your jaw while you talk to Tomioka (fuck that guy) about your last mission but you gently cover his mouth and give him that look to stop.

He finally loses his patience when you start talking to some random guy at the very front of his estate. He scowls, grabs your delicate wrist, and drags you away.

"'Nemi, my beloved, whatever are you doing-?" you say in that sweet voice of yours.

"You haven't kissed me once today!" he says; it's meant to come out as a growl, as something threatening and angry but it sounds more like an upset whine. "I've been trying to get your attention all day!"

He gives that frown of his, slight pout on his pretty lips.

"Do you want me to bark like a dog, is that it? You want- you want me to rip all my hair out and shriek like a fucking cockroach on the ground? Why haven't I gotten a single kiss? I didn't get my waking-up kiss, not my well-done kiss, not my 'cause-why-not kiss, not a kiss on my hand or my head or my hair even though I-"

He's cut off with being pulled down by his haori to be kissed by you.

Hell yeah.

You're cupping his face, fingers delicately stroking his strong jaw and soft cheeks, lips gently pressing against his, and he sighs softly into your mouth; grabbing at your wrists and holding you there.

When you pull away with a small chuckle, you ask, "There. Does that make up for it?"

"No, I want five more," he says with a sneer but his pink-dusted cheeks and dazed eyes are very telling.

#sanemi #kny sanemi #anime and manga #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #kny #husband sanemi #esha answers your questions #sanemi headcanons

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rin-fukuroi · 4 months

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𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 | 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 | 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng x fem!reader

Warnings: just a little cute fluff.

Summary: by the will of fate, you both found yourself in a snow-covered Belobog on the eve of the New Year, and it seemed funny to you to offer your lover to fool around and play snowballs.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Eve - 白雪

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I hope these small sketches will awaken the New Year mood in those people who haven't yet been overtaken by it! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

✦ Blade

The Stellaron Hunter didn't understand at all what you were offering him and why you were crushing snow in your hands. He decides to just ignore you, continuing to walk back to the walls of Belobog to return to the room and warm up, which, of course, doesn't suit you at all, and only encourages you to catch your brazenly indifferent lover by surprise.

Blade sighs in displeasure when your footsteps fade behind him, forcing him to turn around.

— Y/N, are you coming or…

What an accurate hit! Blade's grumbling is drowned out by a clod of snow flying directly into his face, and you both freeze for a few seconds, but each for a different reason. You suddenly realize what just happened, because you were aiming at Blade's back, and now the only thing you can do is just pray that he doesn't get too angry.

— Oh… S-sorry, Blade… — you cover your lips with your hands frozen from the snow, muttering your apologies uncertainly and watching the lumps of snow slowly fall off Blade's face.

The Hunter himself froze only because he was thinking in his head what he should do with you.

You step back when Blade raises his hand, brushing the snow from his eyes, which instantly open, fixing his menacing gaze on you.

— Hey, you're not mad, are you? I didn't mean to, I just wanted to scare you, and you turned around, that's it.… You wouldn't kill me right before such an important holiday, would you?

The Hunter didn't say a word, silently closing the distance between you and abruptly wrapping his arms around your waist. You only had time to squeal when the gate of Belobog turned upside down in front of your frightened eyes, and the body plopped into the nearest snowdrift.

— What the fuck, Blade?! — you are indignant, but you can't help laughing when you raise your head, meeting the stern gaze of the man looming over you, in whose hair and cheeks there are still snowflakes that have not had time to melt.

— I thought you should cool down your childish ardor a little.

— Oh, come on! — you giggle, throwing another hastily made snowball at Blade's chest.

— I guess I'll just leave you here since you're having so much fun, — the Hunter sighs before turning around and heading towards the gate, leaving you behind.

— Hey! — you're floundering in the snow in a pathetic attempt to get your ass out of a snowdrift, but you're only burrowing deeper. — Blade, wait! Help me up!

Although you can't see it, when Blade stops, the corners of his lips lift slightly, and a smug grunt leaves his chest. Let's see what you can offer in return for his invaluable help.…

✦ Jing Yuan

— Hey, look, he looks so much like you! — you giggle, running up and sitting down in front of a lonely sleeping bear in the snow.

— Ha-ha! And what do I have in common with him? — Jing Yuan chuckles, stopping behind your back and watching you gently poke the nose of a sleepy little animal.

— Whenever I come to your place of work, you always look exactly the same.

— Oh, honey, do you really think I'm such a bum? — the General awkwardly rubs the back of his head as you straighten up and turn around, standing on tiptoe to get a closer look at his shameless honey eyes.

— It's not just my opinion, believe me. You really are a bum, Jing Yuan!

— Unfortunately, I can't agree with you, honey. I can prove that I'm conscientiously fulfilling my duties, but do you have any evidence of my idleness? — the General smiles softly, tightening the scarf around your neck.

— Oh, I have a thousand proofs! A whole gallery of photos of how you shamelessly sleep at work! But I left my phone in the room.…

— Well, in that case, we won't be able to figure out which one of us is right now.

— How about a duel? — you squint, smiling slyly.

— Duel?

— Yes, let's play snowballs, whoever wins is right! Or was the General afraid to lose to a fragile girl? — you gloat, poking your finger into Jing Yuan's chest, ripping another velvety chuckle from his lips.

— Okay. Just don't complain when I win.

— Okay. In that case, don't even think about giving in!

The teddy bear lazily opens its eyes, twitching its ears at the loud sound of laughter and unfamiliar voices coming from somewhere near the place where the animal decided to take a nap. The little heart flinches when a snowball flies in front of the bear's eyes, falling clearly into the fluffy hair of the smiling Jing Yuan.

— Now you are exactly the copy of this bear!

— Oh, really? — the General grins, brushing snow off his shoulder.

— Yes, and you also seem to be losing.

Jing Yuan examines his clothes, which are completely covered with snow, and pretends to sigh in resignation.

— Well, then I'll have to even the score.

— What do you mean?.. — you're muttering to yourself, engrossed in sculpting another snowball, when Jing Yuan slowly sneaks up from behind, grabbing you by the waist with his big hands and dumping you with him into the snowdrift behind which you were hiding. — What are you doing?!

You writhe in the General's arms, feeling the snow seep under your jacket and into your boots, to the sound of a man's loud velvety laughter tugging at your snow-covered hair.

— Now we're both in the snow, how are you going to keep score?

You gently slap your palm against Jing Yuan's chest in mock annoyance, while he refuses to let you out of his arms, pressing you even tighter to his body.

— You!.. If I get sick before the New Year, it will be on your conscience!

✦ Dan Heng

— Play what? — Dan Heng looks puzzled as you collect a small pile of snow in your hands, forming a small ball out of it.

— Snowballs! Defend! — you cheerfully throw a lump of snow into the chest of an incomprehensible man, pausing and freezing for a second when he just silently stares at the snow spot on his jacket.

A doomed sigh leaves Dan Heng's throat, and he looks up at you, adjusting the red scarf around his neck.

— You're acting like a child, Y/N.

— And you're acting like a bore, — you shake your head disapprovingly, resting your mittened hands on your hips. — If you just keep standing like that, you'll soon look like one of these snowdrifts!

— Okay, okay, I get it, — Dan Heng's turquoise eyes roll up under lazily lowered eyelids, but he still bends down, picking up some snow under his feet, clumsily crumpling it into a snowball.

— And how many conversations there were!

Although from the outside it might seem that you are the only one having fun of the two of you, the corners of Dan Heng's lips still slightly lift as you mercilessly bombard him with small snowballs, the attacks of which he reluctantly tries to resist.

You just look so happy and carefree that Dan Heng is unable to resist your infectious playful mood, gradually, unnoticeably for him, joining the duel into which you forcibly dragged him. Although his throws are obviously not as strong as they could be, because he is afraid that bruises may remain on your body, still some excitement wakes up in the man, to which he unknowingly succumbs, hitting one of the snowballs in your head.

— Oh! Y/N, I'm sorry! — Dan Heng immediately runs up to you with a pronounced concern painted on his face, which you only meet with a puzzled look.

— Come on, it didn't even hurt me. I'm okay, — you smile, noticing how prettily the tip of Dan Heng's nose and cheeks have turned red, and take off the mittens from your hands.

— What are you doing?.. — Dan Heng's words melt on the tongue, as does the cold on his cheeks when they are unexpectedly touched by your warm palms.

You giggle, pulling his face down to yours to leave a short kiss on his nose, which is flushed from the cold.

— I'm so glad that I can celebrate the New Year here with you, — your lover's emerald eyes widen when they meet your gentle gaze, and you could swear that you noticed how Dan Heng's face turned even redder after your words. — Shall we go back to the hotel?

— Y-yes…

You pull the mittens back on your palms, which have absorbed some of the cold from Dan Heng's face, and grab his hand, carefully stepping over the snowdrifts under your feet to return to the path you originally walked along.

«I'm glad too…» — these words are spinning on Dan Heng's tongue, but he only tries to bury himself deeper into his scarf so that you don't notice how embarrassed he is.

— And by the way, this time we will consider that we have a draw, but I'll wait for a rematch!

p.s. Part 2?... |･ω･)

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getyourdirtyhandsoffme · 4 months

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STARS AND RAINDROPS

Seungmin x Gnreader (POC FREE)

Genre: light angst with a happy ending (something like that). Hurt and comfort.

Summary: Having an idol boyfriend has been so difficult that you two wouldn't have time to be together, even in his free time he always busy. You started to overthink; overthinking the fact he doesn't have time for you at all and using his "free day" times as an excuse to not be with you anymore. Almost like he doesn't have time for you. You made you feel lonely.

Warning: slight (?) Arguments, Stress out Seungmin, Overthinking Reader, Anxiety, Misunderstanding (?), cursing, they need to hang out more until things turn bad!! Didn't really proof read so grammar and spelling might be ass along with my memory.

Please reblog, like and/or comment if you can! I love the support! Thank you!

It was lonely. Very lonely.

You sat down on the grey couch staring at the clock that was above the television. You and Seungmin live together in a shared apartment making it easier to see each other more...well that's what both of you thought until you haven't seen him for months.

Of course, you know he is a busy man and being a kpop idol would lead him to be absent at home almost everyday, you knew this when he confessed to you, you knew the consequences of dating a kpop idol.

But things felt different, you've been missing his presence, his warmth, everything about it.

The bed felt empty without him.

He used to come home when he is free and of course you two would usually make calls then and there when he is on break but nothing rang your phone besides maybe family members or friends. Even spam calls called you more than Seungmin.

You two felt distant, well you felt distant, you didn't know what Seungmin was feeling.

A month for not being home and you wish everyday that some miracle he does come home with a big small and hugs yet nothing happened.

You even know his schedule since you both have a shared calendar together, you check every time. You know his breaks yet he isn't here or calling you. You knew his free times where he can rest until the next come back but he isn't here or calling you.

You felt almost desperate to the point you watch videos of him. You miss his voice to the point you cried yourself to sleep as the TV plays Seungmin's voice helping you relax.

It felt almost embarrassing, yet you couldn't help it. It's normal to miss your lover, right?

But...does he miss you like you do?

You thought about it plenty of times but you try not to because you hate to let that overthinking stress you out yet you couldn't help it. Why else he wouldn't show up in his free days or even call you.

You two do a test but it felt dry. It's always a simple "Hello" but not "I love you" or "I miss you."

You miss him so much.

You are lonely.

You continued on staying up, there was no point in sleeping. Even PuppyM couldn't help you sleep like you used to; it wasn't the same.

The clock struck 3, he still wasn't here.

You wonder if he has been sleeping somewhere else. Back to the dorms? Sleeping in someone else's house? Is he cheating on you?

You shook your head, forcing yourself to stop overthinking again and stopping yourself from going to sleep.

That's when you finally heard it, the rattle of the shared apartment opening.

You quickly look in the direction of where the door was to meet with a tired Seungmin wearing a black hoodie and a mask, he lazily took off his shoes replacing it with the slippers and even throwing his keys into the bowl.

You couldn't help but smile as you quickly got up and went up to him to give you a hug but he didn't hug you back.

He muttered a few words, almost like he was annoyed as he nudged you to get off of him. Not wanting to deal with the affection at this time or day.

You let go, feeling sad but still happy that he was back.

"Hey, love, I miss you. How was your busy day?" You softly question but he responded was a groan with a bunch of gibberish as he walks to the couch, sitting himself down as he placed his hands to cover his face.

"You must be very tired, luckily you have a break day tomorrow so we can hang out more an-"

"Can you please shut the fuck up."

You stood there confused as you quickly shut your mouth. Ignore the pain in your chest from his harsh tone.

"God, you are so annoying, can't you see i'm tired. I don't have any energy to talk or even deal with affection. Jeez..." He scratches his head, messing his hair around as he glares at you.

"I-i'm sorry? I just haven't seen you for months, you haven't been coming here in your free days and haven't been calling me around your break days at least once. Of course I'll act like this..."

You fiddle your fingers around, not knowing what to do.

"Get used to it then. Not everyone is free, even on my break or free days I'm not free. Can't you understand? I don't have time for this or you!" His voice is getting louder, clearly pissed off.

His words repeat in your head as you feel yourself shaking a bit.

"Seungmin, you don't mean that right? Don't have time for me? You did though. Even your members seem to have time for me to text me around their breaks but you're the only one who isn't....it doesn't make sense..."

You softly said, as you rub your arm to calm yourself.

Seungmin gets irritated as he gets up from the couch, muttering more of how he doesn't have time for this nonsense.

"You are so damn clingy, just because my members are free doesn't equal everyone. Fuck, shut up! I just knew being in a relationship is a bad idea, I don't need this!"

He shouts, not processing the words he saying until he quickly becomes quiet.

You stood there as you finally broke down crying.

"So you regret being in a relationship, I just miss you! I'm even worried as well...don't you miss me as well? Do you think of me like how I think of you?"

Seungmin doesn't respond as he just walks away to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You couldn't believe it.

Maybe you were right.

You quickly change your slippers to your shoes and grab your keys as you walk out of the shared bedroom not wanting to deal with him, you need a break just how he needs a break to be with you.

Yet, he couldn't commit to that.

You have been ignoring his calls and text.

Every time you unlock your phone, you always see a new message from him.

Few messages talking about where you were, how he misses you and how sorry he was but you don't know if he actually meant it.

You were too clingy for him.

Like you were bothering him.

You power off your phone as you stay at your friend's house, an old college friend. You didn't tell them what happened, all they know is that you need to stay with them just for a few weeks or more depending how difficult the situation will be.

It was nice for a while but you still felt lonely.

You were too stubborn to go back and talk to him.

Your mind kept racing with thoughts that he could move on to find someone better, someone who can tolerate and commit to him and maybe commit to that person. Well, if he finds time for that.

You were hungry and wanted to make a meal but the ingredients you needed wasn't there so you went out to go grocery shopping.

It felt windy but nice outside. It was a bit dark but you can handle yourself.

You walk to the closest grocery store, grabbing your cart and going around, looking for the stuff you needed.

You look around until you find the item you were looking for, as you were about to grab it, someone else touched your hand making you back away.

"Oh, sorry, you can grab it if you like..." You said as you look up to see Seungmin who was staring back at you in shock.

You both dared not to say anything.

You felt relief in your buddy, almost wanting to hug him but stopped yourself as you grabbed what you needed and speed walked out. Not looking behind you.

You maybe should've checked the weather.

You were outside of the grocery store, holding one bag as you felt the hard raindrops hitting your clothes.

You sighed.

As you were about to walk back to your friend's house, an umbrella was placed on top of you. You looked up to see who it was. It was Seungmin.

Seungmin looked away awkwardly.

"I know you hate getting sick..." He mutters.

You just stared at him as he finally looks back at you.

"Um, can we talk?"

You sighed then nodded as you both walked to the park, it was silent other than crickets making small annoying noises.

"I know you are mad at me, you probably still are but can you please come back home. I miss you so much and I regret everything I said. I was just stressed out with work! Of course I think about you a lot, I miss you hugs, your kisses, your laughter. I was just so worked up in this comeback I just can't seem to go home. I shouldn't have lashed my anger at you. I know I fucked up real bad but please..."

You watch Seungmin tear up, as he keeps on apologizing.

"Seungmin, you said that you didn't have time for me, you regret being in a relationship and how clingy I am. You literally hurt me."

He nods, agreeing with everything you said.

"Yes, I know but trust me, I was just stressed but I promise you I'll commit into our relationship more. Please, just don't break up with me. I can't lose you." Seungmin cries out to you.

You think, hesitate on what to do.

You hated being lonely.

You miss him.

You love him.

You and him.

Yet you were scared that it would happen again and again. You were scared that he wouldn't commit to it like he said right now.

"Please, I'm sorry..."

You sighed, smiling a bit as you slowly hugged him. Seungmin quickly hugs you back. Latching inti your waist.

"Seungmin, you have to be true to your words. I'm scared that it will happen again..."

You felt Seungmin shaking his head.

"Believe me, if I ever become stressed again, I promise I wouldn't shout at you. Let's hang out, let's make out, let's hold hands or whatever. I love you."

You chuckled a bit as you felt yourself crying as well as you look at the sky, watching the bright stars as more rain pour down into both of you.

"You better. Now take me home, I'm hungry."

Seungmin smiles at you as you both walk away, leaving your friend confused on why you haven't come back yet.

Besides that, you're not lonely anymore.

Hope you all enjoyed it, this was very long I'm not gonna lie. Anyways, Cya!

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tonkatsubowl · 8 months

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draconian love.

when you saw dan heng again for the first time—after he had transformed—you were too busy with the current events to even admire the beauty that was laid out before you. phantylia and the stellaron hunters were your top priority during this mission, and after dealing with both of them and finally entering a relaxing stage where you're able to rest after your mission... you had nearly forgotten about his transformation.

returning to the express, you were finally gifted with a rewarding shower and a tray of food that himeko prepared for you all once you've all returned, akin to a welcoming and loving mother greeting her children back home from a rough day at work. adorned in your comfiest of clothes, you sat in your room and spent some lone time for yourself. march was already knocked out, as you can hear her silly little snoring softly echoing from the door to her room (yes, even you can hear it on your end). you began to wonder how dan heng was doing, and if you should swing by to check up on him...

ever since coming to the express, you've developed strong feelings for the man. both himeko and welt could definitely see that you've caught feelings for him, too. march and pom-pom remain oblivious as ever, it seems.

you lay there, pondering alone to your own thoughts as you gazed upon the ceiling. your room was dark, enough for anyone to assume you were asleep if they cracked that door open. it was quiet, besides the soft music that was playing in the orchestrion down the hall by pom-pom. it was relaxing, peaceful—it didn't help that you had a beautiful view of the cosmos outside your window. you could just sleep right now, but you couldn't... not with the thoughts of dan heng on your mind.

as though the aeons were listening to you, your phone buzzes in your hand, sounding off your familiar notification tune,

￤dan heng: hey. are you awake?

you blink, staring at the notification bubble before responding immediately.

￤y/n: yeah. are you okay? is everything well with you?

￤dan heng: yeah, i'm okay, don't worry about me. i just haven't been able to sleep and figured if you were still awake.

￤y/n: ah, okay. well uh, i think my adrenaline is still active after phantylia lmfao i think ill knock out soon 💧

￤dan heng: i see. don't let me disrupt your attempt to rest. i will leave you alone, y/n.

￤y/n: wait

￤dan heng: ?

you paused for a moment... your fingers stiff. you respond anyway, hesitant.

￤y/n: do you want to sit out there in the lobby for a bit? with me? if not that's okay

￤dan heng: yes. i'll meet you there.

￤y/n: okay!

that's when you immediately scrambled up to your feet, and rushed out that door, but quietly as to not wake march up. once you've opened that door, you noticed that dan heng was outside your room already making his way there.

...but he wasn't himself. he was still in his vidyadhara form. his long hair, his bright authoritative eyes. the stars that sparked behind him was an additive to the beauty that was standing before you. you were mesmerized, watching as he practically glowed for you. he was... ethereal. beautiful. you wanted to touch his face, examine his beauty further. you were in love, and this was a reminder.

"ah, y/n," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "sorry. did i spook you?"

you blinked, snapping yourself out of your trance.

"...no. i just... i forgot you were in your form. does it take a while to revert back?" you ask, slowly closing the door behind you, careful not to wake your photogenic companion up.

"ah," dan heng looked away, "it... it doesn't. but i want to embrace this side of me for a moment, as much as i try to shy away from it—hide it, even."

"you want to accept it more? as it's part of you?" you tilt your head, beginning to walk with him.

dan heng blinked, nodding slowly. you read his thoughts well. "yeah. precisely, i suppose."

that's when the two of you began to walk together. the quiet, soft music of the orchestriont that was playing in the lobby was peaceful and welcoming, enough for any visitor of the express to fall asleep. as expected, the lobby was completely empty, welcoming any ghost to wander amongst the halls. pom-pom was nowhere near in sight, possibly asleep in his own room. himeko and welt were nowhere to be seen, and it was only you and dan heng together.

he sat down, and you joined his side immediately. you both were right next to each other comfortably, and at first... there was a long silence that ensued the atmosphere.

"..."

the two of you were quiet, but it wasn't awkward in the slightest. his presence was welcoming, and you felt so incredibly safe. for some reason, you were starting to feel tired, and he can see it. he can feel your head comfortably leaning over to rest on his shoulder, your eyes half-lidded.

"is this... okay?" you whisper.

"...yes." he responded, his own head resting against your own.

the two of you sat together briefly, enjoying each other's company. you were warm. safe and sound in his presence and he felt the same with you. he felt like he could be himself around you. he could be who he is.

when you pulled away, his eyes slowly cast over to you. you took this moment to basically admire the beauty that was bestowed before you. how the moon danced at the window behind you both was witnessing this beautiful moment. how the moon witnessed your hand slowly reach up to dan heng's cheek, caressing the side of his smooth face.

"...is this okay?" you whisper.

dan heng didn't respond. he couldn't take it anymore. he leaned in without a warning, stealing a kiss from you—which you reciprocated immediately. your arms slowly throw themselves around his torso, bringing him even further... but you both end up pulling away.

"...sorry. i should've asked you if that was oka—"

"again, dan heng."

he blinked, but he nodded, finally realizing that you've accepted his feelings and that you've returned them—with another kiss, as well.

the both of you shared affection in each other's company; hugging and kissing, but not long before you both nearly proceeded to a round that required the bedroom.

you breathed heavily, brushing away the ebony locks of his hair away from his face as he towered above you as you laid on the crimson cushions of the couch. "wait," you breathe, "we... not here."

dan heng lowered his gaze, eyeing at the subtle bruises on your neck. your heated visage, your dazed and tired eyes. you wanted him. and he wanted you. but you were absolutely right, you both couldn't do it here. not with the possibility of someone walking in.

"...would you be okay sleeping with me tonight, y/n?" dan heng whispered, caressing the pad of his thumb against the corner of your lip.

you nod in silence. taking your response, he slowly scooped you into his arms, escorting you into his room. after that night, both you and dan heng slept in, concerning himeko and welt... but it wasn't long before they realized what had actually occurred. respecting both your privacy and his, they would inform the others that you both were resting still after carrying out the mission. march and pom-pom were oblivious to the situation, luckily. march would spend her entire free day in her own room playing video games, as both you and dan heng remained in his room, asleep—or perhaps enjoying each other's company. like reading books. cuddling. talking to each other all day and night.

and that would never change between the both of you.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #imbibitor lunae #hsr dan heng x reader #il dan heng #hsr dan heng #honkai star rail dan heng x reader #honkai star rail dan heng #honkai star rail il dan heng

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Curious Time - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Singer!reader

Multiple part series where their friendship was easy, their feelings were confusing and the distance was the hardest <3

(3rd person perspective)

PART 1 -

INVISIBLE STRING

"All along there was some invisible string, tying you to me."

She met Pietra at a social event for rising stars and hit it off, the two of them had been completely joined at the hip from the moment they met. Until she met her now boyfriend Max, she was unbelievably happy for her when she found the love of her life, but as they grew closer, she felt as if she were vacant in her life for the first time since they met. That was until she introduced her to her boyfriends best friend Lando.

There was no one in the world like Lando, his child like energy she adored but also deeply admired his ability to switch to serious as soon as shrugged on his race suit. His passion for the sport was beautiful.

He admired her equally as much, she wasn't on the level of notoriety he was but her love for producing and singing was something he was envious of. She was one of the main reasons Lando dabbled in a short live career of DJing, spending countless days with her in the studio sparked the side hobby for him. However short winded it was he loved watching her craft and collaborating with her on his sometimes questionable beats.

Lando loved that she wasn't afraid of sharing her opinion with him either, jokingly jibing him suggesting that he should stick to the day job when another screech comes from his MacBook. In a career which can lead you to be surrounded by 'yes men' lando was grateful for her, she really was a breathe of fresh air to him in their nearly two years of friendship.

But that's all it was. A friendship. There had been a few drunk nights when he'd picked y/n up from parties with some work colleagues, a little too drunk and a little too lonely where their hands would wander a little too close as he guides her to his room. A cuddle in his super soft bed, his lips lingering on her shoulders as his large tee hangs off her frame. But nothing more. It was an unspoken rule between the two of them.

It was an extremely spoken about rule between y/n and her best friend however.

"Staying at the boyfriends still, I see" Pietra giggles over the phone. Her friends phone propped up against some random parcel on Landos desk, your make up scattered around infront of her. "Didn't fancy a hotel, no?"

"Haha, your jokes are hilarious as usual." y/n mocks, despite the laugh her face deadpanned.

"And no. 1. He's my best friend who I haven't seen in about 2 months and 2. Shut up he is here he might hear you." She lists, flicking mascara onto her falsies blending the two together.

"You worry too much, we say the exact same things to him."

Gliding the last coat of gloss over her lips she mumbles, "What time is the car coming to yours so I know what time to get my chauffeur out of bed?"

Despite the extra rooms at Lando's, Max and P decided to stay in a hotel not too far away. After all they are the ones in the actual relationship and need the privacy.

"Be here for 8, cars coming at 8:30 and we're meeting the girls at 9. I need to get a move on! Love you see you in an hour." She rambled not giving her enough time to reply as she's already hung up the phone.

Y/n had been at Lando's for nearly 2 weeks now glued to one another side in the days he's not keeping up with training or interviews for podcasts. She thought tonight she'd give him a couple hours to himself, get out of his and spend the evening with a couple of the girls.

Before waking him up she wanders over to one of his spare rooms which is now filled with her suitcases. Y/n was a notorious over-packer but she liked to be prepared for every possible scenario that she could ever face.

She opens one of the suitcases designated for going out wear and pulls out the two options folded on the top. Holding up both options, one a halter neck black mini dress and one a simple white maxi bandeau dress.

"The white one." A gruff voice appears from behind her. Her eyes widen but body staying still not letting him aware he'd startled her

She spins to see Lando shirtless, using both arms to hold him up against the door frame. His tanned muscles popping as he slightly swings too and throw.

"Ok Mr fashionista and why the white one?" Lando always gives advice on her outfits, but it's normally out of mockery telling her to cover up, jokingly normally followed with a suggestion of one of his papaya coloured hoodies.

"You've tanned nicely since being here. I just think the white is better for the summer." He states before leaving the room not allowing her to reply.

Since being here there had been a few more subtle compliments from him, which was rare between the two of them. Their friendship was filled with mockery and lightheartedness. His compliments or simple acknowledgments always take her slightly off guard, but she's aware there's no meaning behind them. He probably hadn't even thought twice about any of the things he'd said.

Slipping into the white dress as he'd suggested. She glanced in the mirror he'd brought into this make shift dressing room he'd allow you to take over. He was right. Her tan from being in the sun over here was complimented by the light material.

Despite it being the evening it was still humid, so she threw her hair into an intentionally messy claw clip and slipped on some strappy heels before joining lando in the living room now clad in a white t shirt and his favourite blue quadrant shorts.

He glances over at her, a smile adorning his lips as a subtle yet cocky acknowledgement that she'd listened to his choice.

"Our last week together and you're wasting it on the girls" he mocks a protein shake in his hand, making her assume he'd hit the gym with max after he'd dropped her off.

"I didn't think you'd care all that much. You've been sleeping the whole day!" Y/n joked. "I feel like I need to get out your hair even for a few hours. You've done so much for me over the past week, I can at least repay you by giving you a bit of peace!"

He glances at his phone, 7:50pm, "We should get going, can't have you being late to your girls night" his hands raise and mock a jazz hands motion as he says girls night.

With a roll of her eyes she follows him to his car, letting her pick which of his many she wanted to be taken in tonight. Always opting for his Lamborghini Aventador. As beautiful as his McLarens were the pair had both learnt that the orange wrap drew even more attention to the driver than his oh so simple Lambo.

Opening the door for her, she slide in sideways to low seats. The engine revs as he presses start, and gentle songs fill the car. One of her songs to be exact, her latest single, invisible string. Written with both Pietra and Lando in mind, the two most important people in her life. Pietra was aware and brought to tears when she found out she was dedicated this song. Lando was blissfully unaware that he was in mind as she put pen to paper.

"Liking the new single, huh?" She mocks nudging him gently with her elbow.

"I like everything you make. Your art is one of my favourite things about you" he says nonchalantly, looking past her to check for oncoming cars as he turn out of the road.

And there it is again a compliment she was far from expecting. Usually it'd be something along the lines of "it was getting no listens I was just pitying you" or "I usually skip this one".

She smiles, "thank you." Is all she can muster up as she plays with her nails in her lap. Y/n hates that simple recognition from him makes her feel this way.

They're nearing the hotel, grabbing her bag from the footwell. "Am I picking you up from here or straight from the restaurant?" He questions pulling the car to a halt outside the front of the hotel.

"From here please, I don't know if it's just dinner or P will peer pressure us going for more drinks."

Lando exhales from amusement knowing she would never say know to a party with Pietra.

"Ok y/n/n, just let me know. I'll be waiting."

She leans over to kiss him on the cheek, like the two always do before they depart. However his face also turns to do the same, leaving their lips brushing ever so quickly over one another before they both pull away, red flushing to the two of their faces.

"Anyway!" Her voice uneven and a little too loud, slightly echoing in the car.

"Thank you Lan, I'll message you later!" She hurries out the car exciting the tense air she'd just created. She leans in giving him one last awkward smile.

"Bye, you look beautiful, y/n/n." She heard as she slams the door shut.

Beautiful.

No, she thought. She must've imagined that.

Max meets her in the lobby, trailing behind as he rushes her to their room. Saying that P has some urgent hair related emergency.

Two cancellations of cars later, Pietras meltdown had finally been fixed and the pair were out the door.

"Let's get drunk!" She calls as she shuffles into the car.

Defiantly going to be a late one.

Masterlist

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris x reader #f1

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Hi!!!!! I just got into good omens and this hyperfixation is going ABSOLUTELY BONKERS. Ive been reading so many fics from yall thank u ❤️❤️ i was wondering if u could req some lesbian/wlw aziraphale ? :P

Hello! You can check out our #ineffable wives tag for fics already recommended. Here are some more to add...

wanna witness your eyes looking by izzyhandsgf (E)

"How could someone so unbearably holy commit such sins in the most beautiful way?" ----------------------------- Or, Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the 1930s, fem-presenting, and both are slightly overcome by their feelings for one another...

I stretch out the time (and now I know why) by Nix_Nihili (T)

I should pull back, Crowley thought. She should pull back because she was the one with the fork in her mouth that Aziraphale was holding. Aziraphale wouldn’t pull back because that would be rude so Crowley had to pull back. Pull back. Crowley swallowed the cake down and pushed herself away because that was what she did. Push and pull. Six thousand years of pushing and pulling. God, did it ever end? - Crowley finds Aziraphale on a fateful night for the first time since 1941. They haven't seen each other since but something has changed in the past two decades. or Something definitely happened between 1941 and 1967 to warrant the "You go too fast for me, Crowley" comment.

“I thought that I was getting better.” | Setbacks by die_traumerei (T)

Aziraphale is already having a rough time of it, when her new neighbour Crowley's cats trip her up and the inevitable happens. She and Crowley becomes friends, though, and more than friends -- and a good thing too, as Aziraphale faces one setback after another.

Herefordshire Pomona by Eigon (T)

I was reading Bleating Hearts by HKBlack (which is excellent, btw) and also thinking about the advice to "write what you know", so I started daydreaming about how the goat farmer meets literature professor scenario would transfer to Herefordshire. Aziraphale was easy - a bookseller in Hay-on-Wye, the Town of Books. I've put her shop where Green Ink Books is now, which used to be a multi-level shop, with a flat above. Crowley - well, that became obvious pretty quickly, too - instead of goats, apples. Herefordshire has a lot of old orchards, and I used to know a lady from the Marcher Apple Network, which identifies old apple varieties, and works to preserve them. And I wanted it to be Ineffable Wives, because I had so much fun writing the Old West story Secret Friendship (which is a boring name, but I couldn't think up a better one).

strange workings of fate by skyflyerr (E)

Aziraphale sat down gently and let her feet that didn’t quite touch the floor dangle from the stool. “Would you spare enough time for one glass with me?” Aziraphale watched her turn and look a little taken aback at the notion of her being here. Maybe this was a bad idea. “With you, darling? I can make the time. I’m a woman of my word, if anything.” *** Crowley is a bartender and Aziraphale is still figuring out the bookshop. Both are utterly lonely and winter is coming quick. Maybe they could keep each other warm.

Dance Me to the End of Love by Black_Bentley (E)

In general, Crowley would very much like to see the ones who hurt her grovelling at her feet, experiencing her pain and fear. But Lucifer’s plan is... well, it far surpasses what she considers ‘getting a revenge’ falling wildly into wreaking complete havoc and destroying innocent lives as collateral damage. Most importantly, that puts her dearest friend in danger. And she is to bring the proverbial cuckoo into the Celestial nest. OR: Aziraphale is a ballet dancer for the British Celestial Ballet Company, which grooms its perfect 'angels' from childhood Crowley used to dance for them too, but after they literally kicked her out, she took on pole-dancing for the Nine Circles of Hell Nightclub Its owner, who used to be the Celestial Ballet's star, is ready to take his revenge on the company's Director (referred to by its 'angels' as Mother) and chooses Crowley to enact it by forcing her to deal a brand new drug among the ballet dancers.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable wives #adult omens #human au #mod d

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sunnyside-sunset · 3 months

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i assigned all the qsmp eggs mitski songs because i just realised theres nothing stopping me from doing that

bobby: everyone

“everyone, all of them

everyone said, "don't go that way"

so, of course, to that i said

"i think i'll go that way"

and i left the door open to the dark

i said, "come in, come in, whatever you are"

but it didn't want me yet

then like a babe in a crib

after some big hand turns out the light

and i opened my arms wide to the dark

i said, "take it all, whatever you want"

i didn't know that i was numb

i didn't know what it would take

sometimes I think I am free

until i find i'm back in line again”

juanaflippa: should’ve been me

“i haven't given you what you need

you wanted me but couldn't reach me

so you went into your memory

relived all the ways you still want me

i haven't given you what you need

you wanted me but couldn't reach me

i'm sorry, it should've been me”

tilín: class of 2013

“mom, would you wash my back?

this once, and then we can forget

and i'll leave what I'm chasing

for the other girls to pursue

mom, am i still young?

can i dream for a few months more?”

trump: remember my name

“'cause i need somebody to remember my name

after all that i can do for them is done

i need someone to remember me

i need something bigger than the sky

hold it in my arms and know it's mine

just how many stars will i need to hang around me

to finally call it heaven?”

empanada: love me more

“how do other people live?

i wonder how they keep it up?

when today is finally done

there's another day to come

then another day to come

then another day to”

pepito: square

“i tried my hardest, for i'd never learned

god's very simple and love shouldn't burn

and i would've offered you all that you yearned for

but i was still waiting for something to earn”

sunny: i don’t smoke

“if you need to be mean

be mean to me

i can take it and put it inside of me

if your hands need to break

more than trinkets in your room

you can lean on my arm

as you break my heart

just don't leave me alone

wondering where you are

i am stronger than you give me

credit for

if your hands need to break

more than trinkets in your room

you can lean on my arm

as you break my heart”

richarlyson: i guess

“it's been you and me

since before i was me

without you, i don't yet know

quite how to live

if i could keep

anything of you

i would keep

just this quiet after you”

pomme: a pearl

“it's just that i fell in love with a war

nobody told me it ended

and it left a pearl in my head

and i roll it around every night

just to watch it glow

every night, baby, that's where i go”

tallulah: goodbye my danish sweetheart

“and i don't blame you

if you want to bury me in your memory

i'm not the girl i ought to be, but

maybe when you tell your friends

you can tell them what you saw in me

and not the way i am”

chayanne: i will

“stay with me

hold my hand

there's no need

to be brave

and while you sleep

i'll be scared

so by the time you wake

i'll be brave

i'll be brave”

dapper: francis forever

“i don't need the world to see

that i've been the best i can be, but

i don't think i could stand to be

where you don't see me”

ramón: first love / late spring

“and i was so young

when i behaved

twenty five

yet now i find

i've grown into

a tall child

and i don't wanna go home yet

let me walk to the top of the big night sky”

leo: nobody

“my god, i'm so lonely

so i open the window

to hear sounds of people

venus, planet of love

was destroyed by global warming

did its people want too much, too?

did its people want too much?”

hope: last words of a shooting star

“they'll never know how i'd stared at the dark in that room

with no thoughts

like a blood-sniffing shark

and while my dreams made music in the night

carefully

i was going to live”

gegg: working for the knife

“i always knew the world moves on

i just didn't know it would go without me

i start the day high and it ends so low

'cause i'm working for the knife”

if anybody actually makes it this far and has any better suggestions, please tell me, i want to be as accurate as i can and i dont know all the eggs as well as i know bobby and sunny ^^

i struggled a lot with gegg, dapper, richas, pomme and empanada especially

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hi!! i got into bl in 2020 and watched just abt all of them i could get my hands on back then, but i’ve slowly stopped watching them over the last couple years. i loved the feeling watching them gave me, tho, so i wanna get back into it!

my favorites are to my star, semantic error, 2gether, we best love, and tale of thousand stars! i don’t mind high intensity (like physical stuff) but i definitely don’t need it to enjoy a story! if you don’t mind, can you recommend me some newer bls (or gls!) i might like? i’d appreciate it a ton!!! 💕

my favorites are:

to my star,

semantic error,

2gether,

we best love,

tale of thousand stars

I would call all these pretty classic romance BLs. This mostly jives with my own taste so I'll pull some of my favorites for you.

Did you make it to Old Fashion Cupcake?

If not just GO WATCH THAT.

Otherwise...

2023 High Romance BLs to suck you back into the fold

Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki)

If you haven't watched this, it's a must. I actually handed out a 10/10. I NEVER do that. It's a perfect short form KBL, an office set reunion romance featuring geeks that really suits 8 eps with no fluff and no chaff. Just comforting and yummy. I adored every aspect from the casting to the pristinely simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story - a cozy BL.

From your list this one is most tonally similar to we best love

Love Tractor (Korea iQIYI)

Most of this country-set BL had me feral for the beautiful broken city boy and his hot young farmer. Hyung romance, puppy/cat pairing, open frankness meets jaded reserve, language play, water hose frolicking, only one bed, just all my favorite tropes. This show was basically a light-weight Restart After Come Back Home and I’m not even slightly mad about that.

From your list this is most tonally similar to semantic error

My School President (Thai YouTube)

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this. And there is a lot to be said for the classics being re-executed perfectly. This show was fantastic, it’s only flaw was the singing (and that’s my baggage). My favourite GMMTV BL offering to date. And yes, I've watched them ALL.

From your list this is most tonally similar to 2gether.

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Gaga)

Lonely salaryman and talented cook (Inukai Atsuhiro - Absolute BL et al) gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. I was always gonna love the show if they stuck to the manga (which is very dear to my heart). And they did, paralleling it almost exactly. It’s a quiet & cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do. It’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not couple intimacy, it’s OK with me, but not totally BL.

From your list this on is most tonally similar to ... erm ... none, this is a new creature. Might not work for you.

The New Employee (Korea Viki)

So good, SO QUEER, so soft, a near pitch perfect office BL with conflict derived from that setting. Also found family and a lesbian bestie. Sweet & innocent (and out) Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams. On his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved (and also v gay) boss. As you do. Frankly? This is what I wanted from this new crop of office set KBLs ALL ALONG.

From your list this is most tonally similar to we best love

Unintentional Love Story (Korea iQIYI)

A boy who just lost his job due to faked corruption charges accidentally discovers his ex-boss's favorite artist, now a recluse. Evil manager offers him his job back if he can convince the artist to rejoin society. Instead, they fall in love. I found the artist character a bit stiff and reserved but Gongchan (maknae of B1A4) is a fucking GIFT as the harried salaryman - he carried this show (which I do not expect from the idol). He was luminous with extraordinarily expressive eyes, just drown in the emoting abyss. The external conflict, social tension and pressure is complex and beautifully executed, plus Korea gave us legit side dishes (NOT a love triangle, hally-fucking-luya).

From your list this is most tonally similar to tale of thousand stars

The Eighth Sense (Korea Viki)

One of the longest BLs Korea has given us and it feels more atmospheric gay coming of age romance than strictly BL. It’s got a bit of an age gap, country boy/city boy, stellar acting, complex characters, and leads with great chemistry and tension. It’s a bit chewy and sticky and less perfect than most KBLs (do I detect a touch of Taiwan?) This one deployed BL tropes (messy eater, shoulder sleep, protective seme, there’s even some hyung-slinging) but front loaded them with painful backstory and tons angst drives the 2nd half. This isn’t in the KBL bubble, there’s sharp edges and lots of triggers. For a BL the darkness of the content left me feeling unsettled (which is the only reason it didn't get a perfect score) but it does have a glorious ending and is HUGELY romantic, that counts for a lot.

From your list this is most tonally similar to to my star 1 & 2. But it's quite heavy so... make sure you're int the right mood.

#asked and answered #best of 2023 BLs #recommended bls #new bls #bls to get you back into bl #this new crop is pretty darn good #2023 is doing us proud #korean bl #thai bl #japanese bl #Our Dating Sim #Love Tractor #my school president #Bokura no Shokutaku #The New Employee #Unintentional Love Story #The Eighth Sense

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Hi! Since TSC is coming soon I've been kind of on a jerejean binge in the past few weeks so here are some of my fav jerejean fics pt2. If you haven't seen it yet and want more jerejean recs go check out the first post :)

Mon Petit Oiseau 1k

Sometimes, Jean couldn’t stand to look at Jeremy for too long. He was the ever-burning sun, blazing his way through life and dragging Jean along with him.

Jean teaching Jeremy some French that turns into soft introspection that turns into sleepy cuddles

Plus One 28k

Stabbing the invite into the cork board over his kitchen counter, Jean figured he had a little over twelve months to come up with a date for at least one of these. Even someone as inept as him could manage that...

Jean has a bunch of wedding invites, and no date. Jeremy has a suggestion.

what softens 26k

Like this, Jean steps into his new life.

This one is a kevin/jean/Jeremy pairing :)

Lucky Stars 50k

“Concussion. My helmet-I...” Jeremy can hear the slight slur of his own words, and tries his best to carefully speak again. “I think I'm okay.”

Jean treats him to a withering glare, unimpressed, before his expression pales slightly, and Jeremy does not have to guess as to why.

Or: Jeremy is badly injured, and finds it increasingly difficult to keep his feelings for a certain former Raven under wraps as some interesting facts come to light.

Capitulation in Time of War 3k

Jean's time in California is a constant battle against resentment, humiliation, and his annoyingly persistent new captain.

5 times Jeremy made Jean feel safe and valued, and 1 time Jean had to kiss Jeremy about it.

transferable skills 11k

It’s the way Jean watches his own hands as he guides the thread through the paper, pulling the gathering tight to the spine. It’s the way Jean bends, strong and handsome, over a tiny embroidery hoop to get the details exactly right. Jeremy Knox is supposed to be spending his senior year worrying about what comes next. Instead, he’s mesmerized as he watches each stitch come to life and finds, there in between the threads, something completely unexpected.

love is stored in the cat 28k

LD: Hey do u want a cat

LD: Since you’re lonely and life sucks etc

JK: Thanks

JK: IDK

JK: What kind?

LD: Orange

Jeremy gets a cat, and then a situationship. The two are somewhat related.

Falling for the first time 2k

Jean fell first, Jeremy fell harder but who said those three magic words the first time?

Or jerejean's first time saying 'i love you'

the service bought and paid for 10k

jean moreau, jeremy knox, and the concept of a gift.

I'll Crawl Home To Him 2k

It’s strange, how quiet this stretch of road is. How peaceful. Walking alone through the dark, with nothing but the moon and the sea for company, Jean feels a little bit like a ghost.

That, or like the last man alive.

C'est un peu une déclaration 1k

« Les Backstreet qui ? » demande Jean, ce soir-là, et le sourire de Jude l’avertit qu’il a posé la question de trop. Ce n’est pas une habitude – Jean ne pose jamais de questions, Jean encaisse, Jean accepte, Jean serre les dents. Ce n’est pas une habitude – et c’est peut-être pour ça que Jude, avec qui il partage sa chambre depuis bientôt deux ans, sourit aussi largement

As you may have noticed, this one is for the francophones! I know not everyone will be able to read it but it's so rare for me to find good French fics that I couldn't help recommending it!

Still updating fics I keep up with

This Time, With Feeling [81k, 13/?]

One Thousand Cuts (and all the other ways to fall in love) [4k, 2/?]

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amik134 · 24 days

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Sherliam songs

I will list some song I think fit Sherliam. But first, I HAVE EXTREMELY BAD TASTE IN MUSIC. So be prepared.

First, Morimyu Sherliam songs. Nothing can beat this. Everyone should watch Morimyu. It's so perfect. I haven't seen OP 5 yet, my DVD still haven't arrived, but my favorite songs from other OPs are I hope/ I will part 1+2, Kokoro no rondo, In this lonely room, OBVIOUSLY

Waterloo. To put it simply, they are each other's Waterloo. William can't escape from his feelings for Sherlock even if he wanted to. Sherlock met his destiny: William. He promises to love him forever more. Knowing their fate is to be together. blablabla

If only. Yes, it's the song from Descendants. Don't judge me. It's from William's POV. Basically, William is wondering, what are these feelings he feels for Sherlock. Up till now, he walked the line, but now Sherlock came. He can't decide, which way should he go. To let his feelings bloom, or bury them inside. Will Sherlock be with him, after he learns the truth? (Yes, he will)

Rewrite the Stars. Kinda mainstream I think. But fits perfectly. I think the whole lyrics speaks for itself. Just listen to it. In short, they love each other very much, but William thinks that it won't work (because of his plan)

Schody z nebe. It's a czech song (I'm from Czech Republic.) It kinda fits. Some lines translate into english: God knows I want to die by your side.. (We are discovered by the guards). God knows that I walk those stairs from heaven with you holding me close. ... Now it's their (Sherlock an William's) turn, they will stay together, and he (God) will answer their prayer... and more

So, yeah, that's it. It's quite shitty but, who cares XD

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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Sing Me A Melody

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) Warnings: N/A Request: Hi, can I request about mc/Yuu loves to sing and rook and mallues write a poem about how they admire their songs ^^ (I really like poems and singing I think it'll be Soo cute ✨)

Berry: So I accidentally messed up with the original one in my inbox TvT hopefully this still finds its way to that anon because I actually really like this idea <3 Haven't written poems in a while but it was fun getting back into it!

"To what do my sharp ears have the chance of hearing?" He chuckled as he peaks from afar. Standing still, blending into the woods as he watches (Y/N) as the light dance through their skin, their voice echoing through the trees, leaves gently falling down like rose petals around them which has the hunter enraptured.

Would spend the next few days, trying to find your voice once more. Planning out his schedule just so he could spend just a little time to watch you in your moment.

Watches from afar as to not scare and interrupt your singing but just couldn't help himself singing a lonely duet for a while. Be it singing along with you or adding his own verses. He often finds himself to be in a more lovesick mood, humming and swooning (Vil and Epel are giving him the side-eye)

To describe his style of poems, I think he'd write like hundreds or even thousands (you can't stop a man who is this passionate) and they all vary depending on the song you chose to sing that day. Very sweet, charming and passionate for your eyes only.

You'd come across these poems as Rook would have them in a sort of scavenger hunt. Easy to find and navigate but loves the thrill of it when you realize it'll lead you to the place you'd often sing at. There, you'd find him, smiling softly with a single red rose in hand. Would you care for a duet (Y/N)?

My words, my pen, and my heart could not do you justice

But by the stars above,

Your voice, your melody and your presence…

is your dialect, a showcase of love

I may know and speak a many from far and near

But you, mon amour'

You speak in a language that only my heart can hear

Through you, I see beauty, I see your grandeur

My pen, Your Melody, My heart to your presence

May we sing together in our decadence

No matter what we may speak, no matter what is sung

Our ballad will go onward as the day is still young

"I've heard countless melodies and ballads for my kingdom, and for my honor..." He thought to himself but he couldn't stop his feet from walking towards the familiar voice near Ramshackle. "But never have I been struck down like lightning by a melody as soft and gentle as rain."

The Fae prince was already poetic and smitten from the first time he heard your voice and each time he watches from afar, he grows even more fonder of you. Would often just stop in the middle of what he's doing if he hears you humming from across the hallway. (Don't make him shush you)

Whenever he doesn't know the song your singing, he'd go to Lilia or even others for help on the matter. (A very funny scene is him bothering Leona about it as well if he' catches sight of the lion's in the vicinity). Similar to Rook, he's also the type to hum to himself as he goes about his usual walks at night or around the dorm. All while his dorm is curious to what got their dorm leader so enamored by a love song..

His style of poems has quite the difference in comparison to Rook's. Malleus' are what I believe to be honest, sentimental with a all the love showered into each verse. Devotion and sincerity in its purest form all while sprinkled with ornate words that are only fitting for such a Fae of his caliber.

I see this story befitting of a secret admirer trope. Malleus would be the type to send poems night after night, happily watching from a far just to see you smile upon reading them. He'd leave it by your doorstep up until You'd come back earlier than expected to accidentally catch him in the act.

"Well isn't this quite a predicament we're in child of man."

The stars don't hold a candle

in comparison to how radiant you are tonight

The darkness, where I've lived for long and alone

Yet your sweet words, The heart in your song felt like home

How I feel for you can be the making of a story

Path of thorns, wall of flames, or even if I was pierced by ivory

No matter, lull me to sleep with your symphony

And I shall let it be

Of shadows, of storms and curses I master

All to hear your melody, my symphony

Give us a serenade as I waltz you to our Happily Ever After

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst mc #pomefiore #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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wannaseewhatshangin · 8 months

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request:

The greasers reaction to there s/o who is a singer when they are on stage singing a song they wrote about them that they didn't know about.

Im SO sorry this took forever. I'm doing it right now because I just now have the motivation to do it, um I just recently went through my old requests and found this and I'm so excited. (Also I'm going to use a Taylor swift song "Enchanted" for this fic <3)

[All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.]

You stood tall as you watched the crowd's eyes stare back at you, only looking for the eyes you know.

You were scared to death. Your closest buddies were going to watch you perform and you wrote a song for them.

You first met eyes with Darry, sending an excited wave at him.

The music started and you grabbed your mic.

"There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place."

You sang quietly as you met eyes with Dallas, two-bit and Johnny.

Dal's cold eyes made you nervous and made you feel like you wanted to jump off the stage and fall to the ground.

"Walls of insincerity. Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is it was enchanted to meet you."

The gang stood dumbfounded as you sang unfamiliar lyrics.

"Why haven't we heard this before?" Steve asked the gang.

"Maybe it's for some ol boyfriend." Two-bit joked before soda stepped in.

"Man, she ain't got no boyfriend."

"Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette starts to make its way to me. The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you"

You started to get more comfortable for the chorus, pointing to the gang discreetly, smiling brightly.

"She pointin' at us?" Ponyboy asked Johnny.

He just shrugged, also wondering who it was you were pointing at.

You continued to sing your song that you spent nights on, wanting to make sure it was perfect for the boys.

"This is me praying that, this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you."

You sang the rest of the song, ending it off by introducing the gang to the crowd.

"This song was made for my best friends. Darry is the dad of the group. Always keepin' us together and makin' sure we ain't breakin' our necks." You said, Darry smiling at you from a distance.

"Steve. I may not like you that much but you entertain me by doin' dumb shit. Good job for not killing yourself. And uh. Sodapop, Your movie star looks aren't gonna save you from this ass whooping you about to get if you don't stop leaving your work shoes in the middle of the floor. Love ya though." You said jokingly as Steve flipped you off, smiling at you as well as the crown "oo"ed as you said your part to soda.

"Ponyboy and Johnny. I love you two so much. And Ponyboy you need to stop stealing my cigarettes. Please and thank you. Johnny, I know you don't have a nice family at home but you have a nice family with us and we are here to stay." You saw Ponyboy holding Johnny as he teared up, wiping his nose.

"Two- Bit. One of my favorites. If you don't stop waking me up at three in the morning I'm gonna kill you. Yeah. I see you smiling over there. Don't think I won't hop off this stage and kick your ass. Love you." Two-Bit laughed loudly, along with the gang.

You looked at Dallas, your hands getting sweaty slightly.

"Dallas. Uhm, you may look like an asshole but you- no you still are. Stop taking my snacks. The next time I catch you I'm gonna pop you in the mouth. But I learned to look past your bitchy attitude and I learned that you just need to be cared for. We care for you and you need to know that you aren't fucked up. You just have a bitchy attitude. Love you asshole."

The crowd clapped and hollered.

"I love ya'll so much and I would risk it all for you guys." Half talking to the crowd. But you were really talking to your buddies.

#Hope you can forgive meee #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade #sodapop headcanons #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders #steve randle #two bit mathews

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a-driftamongopenstars · 5 months

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o companion mine; crow x guardian ficlet

i was watching ahamkara lore videos and had an idea for... this :) happy season of the wish everyone! also on ao3

The geode walls of the hollow shimmer in the daylight. The Guardian runs their fingertips over the jagged edges, watching their pearlescent sheen change from purple to pink to light green.

A shadow is cast on the wall, and the Guardian turns to find Crow there, smiling his sweet smile.

“You are late,” the Guardian points out without accusation, and Crow spreads his arms in an apology.

“Then let us not waste a moment longer. Race me, Guardian.”

They run through the golden fields and up and down the rocky hills, racing each other to the nearest tree, then the nearest creek, then the nearest star. The Ascendant plane whistles past them with its eerie song, and they ignore it in favour of the Dreaming City proper. They run and laugh and cheer.

Crow is faster, and wins every race.

When both are out of breath, they find a small outpost, empty of its Corsairs, and sit beneath a long-branched tree, indulging in its fruit.

“Tell me, Guardian,” Crow says, wiping his mouth of sweet juice, “what do you think comes after?”

They eye him, squinting from daylight.

“After what?”

“When the Darkness and the Light are no longer our concern. When the fight ends, what will we do?”

“If that ever happens.”

“Wouldn't you want it to?”

The Guardian throws aside the fruit core and looks at Crow more intently, studying the seriousness of his features.

“We need to get there first. Where is that philosophy coming from all of a sudden?”

Crow rests his head against the tree trunk beside the Guardian, his eyes glinting as he looks up. That amber gold brighter than it has ever been.

“I've always been curious, haven't I?”

They can't argue with that.

“And there is still so much to know. Especially of the places I have never been to, and stories I have never heard the end of.”

Crow closes his eyes, and speaks unto the Guardian with a plea.

“Tell me of the places you have seen.”

And the Guardian does. With fervour they didn't know they possessed, they speak of the icy slopes of Europa, the broken rings of Saturn, the hallowed halls of Oryx’s dreadnaught, the tides of Titan…

Place after place after place until the words run out and their listener is satiated.

“Perhaps, one day, I will see those places with you,” Crow replies, staring the Guardian down with a strange gaze of determination, as if gauging for something.

The Guardian smiles at the thought, and smiles at Crow. He touches the Guardian's hand and after a moment's pause continues.

“It is strange, Guardian. Here beside you, that ‘after’ I asked about almost doesn't matter. You are the Light, and in it, you know you are invincible. Paracausal. Even when the Light and the Darkness may change forever, you know you will continue.”

The Guardian listens, knowing that Crow speaks the truth.

“Do you never wish for rest?”

A noise distracts them, something shivering in the grass and rustling in the bush, and when the Guardian turns back, Crow is gone, only a silhouette left in the pressed tufts of grass.

In the sky, a lone bird traverses the afternoon sky.

As the Guardian turns around in search of their companion, touched with an unsettled sense of wrong, the sweet taste of fruit turns sour in their mouth and their heart is pounding, not from the race, but doubt…

“Guardian!”

Crow’s voice reaches them from afar as the Hunter's figure grows closer and closer, as Crow approaches the outpost atop a Sparrow. His cheeks are darkened with speed and wind, his eyes open wide, his smile sweet as ever.

“There you are. I thought we were meeting at our usual spot. I've been looking all over.”

The Guardian swallows down realizations of illusions and takes his hands and kisses them, kisses Crow's cheeks and watches his eyes for a deceitful shimmer, finding none.

“I followed a stray creature and got lost.”

“I wish you'd wait for me.”

The Guardian silences Crow with a kiss.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 fanfiction #guardian x crow #young wolf x crow #ahamkara #fanfiction #driftcreates

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