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崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail) Implied

Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

Bron misin her mom

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

288

1/1

1

32

1

465

['akxk0108', 'AlexFoxDream07', 'Whrlingx', 'Azuos', 'Kotofeila', 'LightGuardia', 'czar_taro', 'Muppener', 'Nipoki', 'DefNotMothman', 'n1cole_0726', 'Dark_Lady1215', 'Shonyx', 'Wali']

[]

Both the Silver haired and the Blue haired woman are in bed, one’s already asleep while one’s still awake. The silver haired girl rolled and watched Seele sleep peacefully, thinking how cute Seele is when she sleeps. Sleeping as if she didn’t have any care anymore for the world, it must’ve been a tiring day for her. But, the Silvermane’s mind kept wandering back to her mother as she cried in silence, trying to not disturb her lover’s sleep. She just couldn’t stop the tears that kept coming out of her ears and rolling down her cheeks, she knew her mother was wrong but she misses her so much that she could feel her heart being in pain as she cried and cried, looking away from her dear lover so that she wouldn’t be caught crying and that it would be easier to hide the fact that she was crying. She really wanted to stop the tears from coming out of her eyes, but she just couldn’t as she could only feel sadness as she continued crying. She missed Cocolia so much, the woman who was with her and raised her up, the one who would always try to protect Bronya from any sort of danger. Her mother, she just missed her so much that it hurts. Bronya slowly felt herself calming down as she wiped her tears and turned to look at Seele, her dear lover. She thought of how lucky she is to get someone like Seele, someone to be there for her and for her to be there for someone. She took a deep breath as she snuggled onto Seele and fell asleep. Hoping that it won’t be a dream of her losing her mother.

To reconnect, once again

['orphan_account']

Teen And Up Audiences

Other

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Trailblazer/Telephone booth (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Telephone booth (Honkai: Star Rail) Mentioned March (Honkai: Star Rail)

Unresolved Sexual Tension, Why Did I Write This?, The trailblazer has schizophrenia in this, Herta bashing (I'm sorry pookie but this is a trailblazer fic), Crack Treated Seriously

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

578

1/1

48

5

441

['chikk', 'DaddyMilkerz', 'Artistic_bookworm', 'Kotofeila', 'KreaseMaknae', 'z3rchie', 'kkevco_amr', 'ZMushroomMuffinz', 'fefega', 'bellacjili', 'stonekyul', 'LinniLotus', 'CoffeeBeanNirvana', 'Mioist', 'blackswanswife', 'Weiirdgirl', 'Alba743', 'Alickens07', 'littlemisslunie', 'Alterhro', 'MBR_FAN', 'backpack_romance', 'Green_Naruto38', 'LargeChemicalReactor', 'Roksu_okm', 'WyycaTheWyvern', 'Shaun3218', 'Referencing', 'Fiugk17', 'SnakeWithFeet', 'Ryoji_Mochizuki', 'awdread', 'WenWen_08', 'Keico']

[]

In the maze-like fragmentation, three astral express passengers ran throughout the maze, as they solved small mini-puzzles and harassed some trash cans, they were caught by the Silvermane guards they were escaping. While escaping the Silvermane guards, Stelle was separated from March and Dan heng, but luckily as well made the guards lose track of her. She was carefully inspecting the area, gently placing her heels on the pavement to avoid making any sounds and such; so she wouldn't get targeted, whether it was a guard or a fragmentation monster. Her eyes trailed over to the piles of leftover crates and the barbed wire surrounding those crates— ultimately preventing her from reaching them (not like she was going to get the crates anyway). She went over to her phone, still surprisingly intact with no cracks, and typed in a message into their group chat. _____________________________ _____________________________ Stelle Where are you guys? Warning!: Unable to send messages. _____________________________ _____________________________ "Ah, how great." Stelle complained, frowning a small bit; there was no signal in here— but like what's she expecting anyway! This is a fragmentation for Aeon's sake! She scanned over the area one more time, until a large rectangular blue box caught her eyes. Now what was that? Stelle was quick to move towards the navy colored object with interest, she paid no mind to the fact her jogging was created sound. As she got closer, the clearer the object became. It was.. a telephone booth?... It was a telephone booth! She knew that there were some telephone booths in Belobog, but they couldn't compare with this bewitching beauty. It was in perfect condition, the navy blue highlighted the crystal clear planes of glass— it refracted the light around them so perfectly it created a small rainbow. Stelle was pleasantly surprised, she never knew she would find such a pretty thing in an abandoned area— full with monsters no less! She reached her hand towards the handle to the booth, with full accuracy and grace, her hands creased the cold metal, feeling every surface she could get ahold of. What a wonderful feeling it gave her, her eyes glanced over it before regaining her attention to the insides of the telephone booth. Stelle closed the door leading outside, as a warm sensation enveloped her body, strangely. Her heartbeat was racing, she doesn't know if it's because of the temperature changes or the telephone booth. But Stelle reluctantly picked up the phone, as warmth covered her frosted fingertips, as she smiled from it. She took out a small receipt from her pocket with two numbers, they were March and Dan Heng's numbers, as she took the time to put Dan Heng's number in, making sure she pressed the numbers extra hard— even rubbing it sensually(?). She could already feel herself smile, her plan was working. And what was that plan? Rizz Flirt with the telephone booth so she could contact her companions of course! Only a genius could think of something like this!— take that HERTA! A few seconds passed after Stelle placed the numbers in, before she could hear a ring come behind the phone and happily answered it. "Stelle? Are you there?" It was a shaky voice, a little bit distorted but she could clearly hear it was Dan Heng. "Mhm, yes" Stelle replied as a smug expression appeared on her face. And kids— that's why you should always be nice to objects to get what you want!

just a little kiss

['yaakuuu']

Not Rated

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff, a little bit spoilers from the first main quest but not so little, OOC, How Do I Tag, no beta we die like my patience, dan heng rizz (but corny)

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

780

1/1

2

175

9

1,433

['RainySho', 'authortobias', 'YouCanChangeYourUserNameOnceEvery7Days', 'lumiruchi', 'pumpkin_leaves', 'Arika_Bathory', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'OmniMaiMage', 'ReadintheReeds', 'Crystalfoxflower', 'randomsoulnix', 'IsaCookie2002', 'Do_Ray_Mi', 'Yoimiyasbestfriend', 'Kyrayaeger', 'LuckyStudent77', 'ExpiredHoney', 'jumilislove', 'Salamio', 'Thatbich', 'Crystidnight', 'Pleasebegentledaddy', 'Mirkwood_elf_warrior', 'Nex_Nebula', 'Kotofeila', 'monotione', 'Sonoma', 'Ash_Filled_skyz', 'Amatsu', 'Itsreene', 'InkyDrywall', 'ReverieRev', 'Eiste', 'MiriTheDump', 'Kotoja', 'Wyed', 'RandomAjax', 'Vocruen', 'megumikitty', 'Yatsumi', '99spaceace', 'sqmni', 'Xenon_5830', 'Kaeridotcom', 'Boobies101', 'El_Cacahuadolar', 'kkazucats', 'NoodlewithaPen', 'spoopywhaa', 'Blueberry358']

[]

  Marching to the train, Caelus emitted a sigh of relief right after the fight between him and Cocolia. That woman was so strong that she caused him wore all his strength off. His jacket was ragged, as well as his shirt looking like an old rug used on the floor for years. Not to mention the holes on his shirt are huge. "Stay here. Ill bring new clothes for you." March 7th said softly as she lead Caelus on the sofa. She then tapped Dan Heng to ask him to accompany Caelus for a while. After March 7th left, Caelus leaned his back agaisnt the sodt surface of the sofa and sighed once again. He temporarily closed his eyes, not until he felt a weight sinking the sofa beside him, and a soft material placed on him. "You've done well. Rest for a bit, Ill wake you up later once March 7th arrives." Then he slept.     .   Caelus quietly looked at the ceiling with his heart beating loudly against his chest. His breathing was very unsteady, in fact, he is faintly shaking as he felt the faint breath touching his earlobe from his side.    Well, Caelus himself don't know either. Ever since he joined the crew, he developed a hobby of spending too much time on Dan Heng's room instead of his. His room felt so empty and cold. Meanwhile Dan Heng's feel so comfortable and warm, a total contrast of the room's owner. He's glad Dan Heng don't mind. (And no, Dan Heng definitely didnt carried him all the way to his room to sleep with him ... And who changed his clothes btw? (He's asleep the whole time.) ). Turning sideways, his breath hitched at the sight of the sleeping latter in front of him. The faint hue of red immediately spread across his cheek as his heart thumps louder against his chest. Dan Heng's side profile looked so soft, his cheeks faintly glows as it reflects the faint light from the ceiling, his eyelashes looked long and his lips.... Looked softer.. he wants to ... pinch.. 'March 7th shouldn't have stopped him that day. Its too bad..' Caelus said to himself as he carefully shifted his position to leaning both his elbows against the soft surface of the bed in order to take a good look on the beauty's face. "...what am i thinking?" He muttered and shook his head. Nevertheless, he continued to look at the sleeping man in front of him, completey in awe of how this lad looks. But then, he started leaning down, wanting to feel the lips against his. "...what are you doing?" "...!!!" Caelus immediately jumped off looking like a cat who just scared the shit out of him. His breath was shaking, his heart feels like it would burst, much more feeling it like it would break off his ribs soon. His hands hiding his face, cursing himself again and again for being so dumb. "...caelus?" "nyeah? i... Im sorry, I didn't mean..." "Hey, look at me." Caelus shivered as he felt a hand moving away his hands off his face and another hand holding his chin to shift his eyesight to the other lad. Caelus could only look down as embarrassment starting to take over him. The feeling of Dan Heng's stare is too much that he's about to explode. "Tell me," He spoke, voice hoarse from his sleep. "Earlier, are you trying to kiss me?" Caelus' face immediately turned beet red and bit his inner lips. "Im sorry, okay? I just, really... Didn't mean it! You just looked so..." "Im what?"  "... beautiful." Hearing these words, Dan Heng smiled for the first time. His smile looked so soft, accompanied by the soft light coming from the ceiling. Caelus could only look in awe and admire his face more. Then, suddenly he felt a harsh tug from his hand. Before he knew it, he's already on Dan Heng's arms, lying on the same bed once again. The loud beats of the heart from the other lad was so audible that its making him more nervous longer they hold each other. "You can hear it, right?" Dan Heng asked softly, his hands finding its way to Caelus' soft silver locks. Caelus hummed quietly, afraid he might say something.  "That's how it is when Im with you." Dan Heng said softly and shifted his body to his side so that he could fully hug the latter in his arms. Caelus' head was nested on his chest, while his other arm wrapping on his waist. "You..." "Let's talk about it later. Let's sleep first. You're already tired from the battle earlier." "...mkay.. good night, Dan heng." "good night."

Rouge

['morikouyou']

Not Rated

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Wordcount: 100-1.000

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

574

1/1

361

21

2,432

['Micheiii', 'Sonik3', 'authortobias', 'Marammm', 'k4zuwu', 'meadowaries', 'pumpkin_leaves', 'Kaiisleepy', 'Zephineros', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'Elysia_is_my_beloved', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'kavehfanclub', 'Liviahell', 'Pinnochio', 'BloodySkies12', 'mkay6081', 'Meh_3454', 'Moonwolfox', 'iLUVWnGJiii', 'Le_mo_ns', 'GooseNoodles', 'HazelNiki16', 'EstherHozaki', 'Yup_the_feels', 'KaiAugust', 'Nichlasaj', 'goose_quacking', 'Ithxel', 'Crystalfoxflower', 'Nox_Scairbhin', 'randomsoulnix', 'Catubelove', 'Lalalaloo', 'Ameria_Riever', 'Fantasy_Eldritch', 'ryuson', 'drplt', 'QueenOfDeadMemes', 'Aggiepleh', 'VoltronBNHAfan', 'Yatzi183', 'SilentlLanie', 'DarkusRising', 'sademonightmare', 'I_love_you_granger', 'Yselenica', 'kavkavkav', 'Milk2008', 'narinari777']

[]

Dan Heng's eyeliner pen broke. This wouldn't be a big issue, except it was in his pocket before his memory lapsed and he doesn't know where to get it. He's been discreetly looking around whenever he had the chance and resulted in asking March if she's seen it. Unlucky as he was, March has never seen the same shade of burgundy that laid under the man's bottom lash line, and the pen was snapped clean in half with no way of fixing. Luckily for him, March was able to find a dupe - a few of similar colors. Just glancing at the colors, Dan Heng could tell none of them were an exact match and he was unsure completely of what to do, this rouge color was one of his last ties to his past. This delimmia of Dan Heng was unbeknownst to Caelus, who found himself wandering into the archives. "What's the matter, Dan Heng?" Caelus asked once he noticed Dan Heng staring for a moment too long at some pens in hand.   "It's of no issue discussing, our time would be better spent on-" "Wait, if it's troubling you it's obviously important. I want to help, use me as you seem fit." Caelus interjected, touching his large hand on Dan Heng's shoulder. The intention was not loss on Dan Heng, though he felt no use entertaining him. "Fine," he started as he stood up from his chair at the mainframes desk and moved to a cushion he had laying on the floor near his bed. "Come sit in front of me." Caelus was rather nervous, he didn't think his flirtatious advance would ever be taken seriously from Dan Heng. Doing as he said, he sat across from him, bending his knees out in front of himself as he rested his arms on his knees. Dan Heng uncapped a pen and leaned forward, noses almost touching as he tried to swatch the red liner to Caelus's face. Caelus jerked back, unsure of what Dan Heng was doing. "Hold still," Dan Heng scolded as he grabbed his jaw lightly. "I'm trying, I'm not used to someone trying to put makeup on me." Caelus retorted, his eye twitching and face jerking every time Dan Heng goes near it. "This isn't working," Dan Heng said as Caelus agreed. He sighed, thinking for a bit before he came to a solution. "Don't move." He instructed Caelus. He carefully moved his feet on either side of Caelus, touching the floor behind him. His legs were draped over Caelus's thighs. A small blush formed upon Caelus's cheeks as his stomach did somersaults. Being close to Dan Heng wasn't uncommon for him, but Dan Heng was the one initiating the closeness, and Caelus wasn't used to that. Almost as if reading his thoughts, Dan Heng scooted closer into Caelus. Caelus was sure each breath they took their chests were touching, sure that Dan Heng could hear his heart beating out of his chest. If he could, he wasn't commenting on it. Dan Heng got as close as possible, placing his thumb on Caelus's cheek and pulling it taut while he tried to compare the eyeliner shades. The men had two different undertones in their skins, using Caelus was a template wouldn't help Dan Heng anymore than using an art canvas, but the means to use Caelus as a model for the new eyeliner was never what Dan Heng had in mind.

when you push away the snow, a heart encased in ice remains

['orphan_account']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Gepard/Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt, uhhhh idk what this is man, the fandoms growing fast so, i just wanted to be the first to, write smth like this for this ship, its not good spoiler alert, uhhhh, Attempt at Humor, Dorks in Love, idk they’re stupid, also, Out of Character, On Purpose, I promise, not bc idk how to write them, nope - Freeform, not at all, haha - Freeform, ill shut up now

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

5,971

1/1

29

1,178

125

8,971

['Nervous_boy', 'Lychee_Tea666', 'AnnoyingAshtel', 'Valleyflower', 'SilverWish28', 'Justasecond', 'AriKar', 'migueloharasirlwifesband', 'Yuna_MK', 'natfan', 'JamieJewel', 'AllisonAnjelly', 'missterpiyesta', 'VentiLatay', 'Zhonglisleftbuttcheek69', 'justskin_bones', 'Leafhnnn', 'fangsyyy', 'microwavedcheesesandwich', 'Savegirl', 'sugarcontent', 'koioo', 'Zlik', 'Aphrodite_Yi', 'space_historian', 'Amnivari', 'Crystal_Light_34', 'ZenPudding', 'I_probably_should_sleep', 'Girlwithstick', 'LetsGetKraken', 'Lavender_Manga', 'AimlesslyHunting', 'Nathicana', 'giyuuahh', '4ruityRoyalty', 'RadishesForSale', 'nutellaisgood', 'Bosoiso_s_man', 'Pho3nix_17', 'the_lazy_one', 'AitherRhym', 'petrichor_vellichor', 'Lenawashere', 'Fu_Hoyu', 'Void_Flowers', 'skinandbones', 'soobinsoobinyk', 'Percy_3122', 'chiea2909_19021507']

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Sampo Koski isn’t a good person.   Well, he sounds pretty evil if you put it that way. It’s also broad too, way too open for interpretation: his name could come up in conversation, and you could think “oh, he probably burnt down an orphanage and killed a bunch of old people.” Because that’s a pretty bad person thing to do, right?   I’m getting off track.   Sampo Koski isn’t a good person the best person. But he’s not the worst! He’s like, a family man! But without a family!   Wow. That also sucks.   It doesn’t matter now. I’m rolling with it.   Sampo Koski isn’t a saint, nor a martyr. Sampo Koski is Sampo Koski.   And Sampo Koski hates himself.   I mean, if you were in his situation, you’d probably hate yourself too: bouncing around between the Overworld and the Underworld, all of Belobog hating his guts—the few people that actually interact with him out of their own free will simply tolerating him.   He’s a crook, he’s a thief, he’s a scam. He looks worse than he does in the wanted posters with his poorly drawn face scattered all around the Overworld.   Sure, he pretends like he’s happy with his life. Not like anyone that lives in the Underworld is particularly happy. But for his circumstances, he seems happy enough.   But it’s never just enough.   He wishes he could convince himself that he was happy like he was able to convince naive rich people to shelf over their precious money for a product that would never work, no matter how in denial they were of getting scammed.   Actually. You know what. He’s kind of like a scam! So much money and effort wasted, thrown into something that will never amount to the false advertising that surrounded its name. It’s just mediocre. It just sits there. Unless, sometimes, it opens its mouth and says something stupid and useless if feeling so inclined.   He is what he loves. He is his occupation.   Oh who is he fooling with these dumb exclamation points? Enough beating around the bush!   Sampo Koski is just straight up useless!   …   The thought makes him frown as he looks at his reflection through the freshly cleaned windows of Natasha’s clinic.   It was pretty relaxed in her clinic for once. Everyone that needed to be taken care of was taken care of. And she wanted to tidy up the place, to make the air safer for the patients that were more vulnerable. Sampo was a man of his word—returning the favor—like always. And when Natasha approached him with those tired, despair-sunken eyes, who was he to say no to someone in such a dreadful state?   “Is everything alright, Sampo?” Natasha’s dull, yet simultaneously soothing voice coaxes him into a verbally comforting embrace. Sampo looks away from the window and turns to her, her arms are crossed, and her facial expression—ignoring the exhaustion—makes her look as if she’s been deceived, but not shocked, merely disappointed.   “Ah! Nat! I can assure you that everything is easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy!” Sampo giggles, a little too much for what he’s trying to sell, but he’ll just have to roll with it.   Natasha raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure that’s not the phrase you wanted to use.”   “Yep!” He giggles once more. “What I meant to say is—that I’m peachy! ” He gives her his award winning smile, but even that isn’t enough to sway the interaction in his favor. The tides of the seas lap at his feet, trying to pull him in when all he wants to do is leave.   Or, that’s what he assumes seas do. He’s only read them in books.   He’d like to see the sea one day.   Hah. See the sea. They sound the same.   “Sampo. You know if there’s anything wrong, you can confide in me?”   “But! My dear friend! There is absolutely nothing wrong with your wonderful pal! The Sampo Koski! A-although, he appreciates your concern!” He strikes a pose with a smug and confident smile, which, actually, took a lot out of him.   Natasha looks unimpressed. Her expression is now flat. Sampo sighs, seeping into a sulk. “Listen, everything’s good. I’ve just been having aaaaaaa…nnnnnnnnot so satisfactory week compared to others.”   Natasha frowns. She still doesn’t seem to be buying it. “I’m a doctor, Sampo. I’ve heard every lie in the book. A bit risky to lie to the leader of Wildfire. Isn't it?”   “Well then. I’m glad risky is my middle name! Check my birth certificate, if you don’t believe me. It says: Sampo ‘Risky’ Koski!”   Natasha musters a small chuckle, her lips curling into an even smaller smile. It makes him feel slightly better, being able to put a smile on her face after all the grueling work she’s been through, day after day after day. “You’re a funny one, Koski.”   “Why thank you. ”   Natasha huffs, exhaustion slipping past her lips. “But are you sure you’re alright? You’re one of the most lively Underworlders. Besides Hook, of course.” She pauses. “Again, you can confide in me.”   And all Sampo can think at that moment is: you’re burdening her, you’re burdening her, you’re burdening her.   Honestly, he’s surprised the first time he’s ever considered himself to be a genuine burden to the people he cares about was here, during one of the calmest moments of his life (in which he could remember. Running around from place to place leaves a lot to be desired on the brain’s inner-workings and whatnot).   How many people consider him troublesome? A burden? A waste of space? A useless nothing?   Oh god, he wants to cry.   But he can’t. He can’t have Natasha worrying about him. He’d never forgive himself. She’s already going through so much, and has so much to worry about. Another thing added onto her plate of troubles and surely it will shatter, leaving her to pick up the porcelain pieces with bloodied fingers.   “Nat, my pal, you don’t have to wooooooorry about me!” He says smoothly, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. He can feel her relax into his palm, leaning into his arm slightly. She’s more exhausted than she was before. Damn it. “You’re clearly not in a position to stay awake, let alone worry! Please, get some rest. Consider it my gift to you! For… everything you’ve done.”   “But-“   “If a problem occurs, I promise, you’ll be the first person I go to. Now go get some rest. Before more patients come in, you better be replenished~”   Either she was satisfied with that answer, or she really was just that tired that she couldn’t stand to pry and prod any longer. She stumbled out the door, and presumably down the hall and into her small living quarters in which she resided when she finally got a chance to sleep in the midst of her ever-hectic schedule.   Now that he was alone, filling up the otherwise vacant room of the clinic, he let a few tears slip down his cheeks.   Sampo Koski was merely a pathetic shell of a man.   ━━━━━━━━━━   It’s been six months since that conversation with Natasha. Needless to say, he never approached her about his “problem” (which of course he doubted ever existed in the first place, but Natasha saw right through him, as always). Natasha never asked him about it either, perhaps she trusted him enough to approach her when he was ready.   Well, he was never ready. And he wasn’t the most trustworthy of people. Sorry, Natasha.   Now he stands in the empty room of the clinic as he stood months ago, unfortunate nostalgia and even more unfortunate words clawing at the enclosed bars that stood tall yet weak around his mind. He’d been feeling like this for years. Who knew that one conversation in a rather empty room could leave him with such a great and profound understanding of himself? And how much he hated it?   It’s pathetic, really, he thinks, as he clutches a note in between his fingers. He looks back at the windows, where it all began. But this time, they’re dirty.   He couldn't help but chuckle at that, despite how unfunny it was; as he placed the note on top of the desk that was in the room. It might not have been funny to a normal person. But it was funny to him. And that’s all he cared about.   Stepping foot outside the clinic, he looks up towards the enclosed “sky” that he'd grown accustomed to all these years. In a few, he’ll be out there. He’ll be able to see the sky again. One last time.   ━━━━━━━━━━   One hand clutching a note, and the other placed on his forehead, just above the eyes. Sampo navigates through the restless blizzard of the outlying snow plains. The undying winter’s chill is as merciless as ever. In all honesty, he wishes he could die right here, right now. But how Sampo Koski is a Sampo Koski farewell if it isn’t planned to be as elegant as he is?   Not very Sampo Koski, if I do say so myself.   Trudging through the white winter’s perils, the wind makes tears stream down his face. He’s thankful. It blends in with his actual tears. Maybe, if he pretends hard enough, he’ll believe that it’s only the wind, and not his rundown emotions.   Finally making his way up towards a snowy hill, past a few frozen nightmarish creatures, he slumps up against the outer wall of a worn down house, wood withered and blown away from the harsh gusts of cold. He lets out a deep breath, a cloud coming out of his mouth. It’s cold. Really cold. Really, really cold. His fingers shake as he places the note into his pocket and pushes it deep inside, making sure it won’t blow away for whoever finds his sad little corpse.   Hah. This is it. He’s so sad. And pathetic.   He wishes he could’ve actually been something. Or, well, something useful. He wished people could’ve liked him, appreciated him. God, there’s so much he wished he’d done, wished he could’ve been.   But I suppose sometimes people simply aren’t lucky.   It’s excruciatingly cold now. But he feels a sense of warmth. That’s it, that’s the warning sign. His body is using up the last of its energy to try and keep him alive. That means he’s going out soon, a flickering flame to a candle.   He chuckles, Sampo Koski style. And he looks up towards the eternally white and snowy sky. And as he closes his eyes, he feels at ease.   For a brief moment, he thinks he can hear a voice or two. But it doesn’t matter, because in an instant, he’s gone.   ━━━━━━━━━━   His body feels weightless, yet air-tight. And he feels a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout his body. His head hurts, slightly, but it’s bearable compared to the horrendous migraines he had to push through without painkillers while he was in the Underworld.   He can smell something. It smells good. It’s not something he’s smelled before though. And he can hear something. It sounds like music. Light classical, coming from a record player. He can tell it’s a record player from its crackling and off humming that weaves into the violins and flutes that beautifully craft the song.   Some more warmth pulses through his body, warming up his joints. His eyelids feel soft, begging to move.   And when he opens his eyes. He’s embraced with light. Where… is he?   “Am I…in heaven?” He says without thinking.   “Nope. You’re in my apartment,” a low voice speaks to him. Although he has an inkling as to who it is, he has to look up, just to be sure.   Oh you’ve got to be kidding…   Gepard Landau.   “Oh. I see. So I’ve landed myself in hell. How unfortunate.” Sampo looks around the apartment. Aside from Gepard and his ever-so-casually stern expression, the apartment feels cozy and inviting. Soft yellow lights; big, yet not too revealing windows that display the colorful world outside. And a few plants here and there. It smells of cinnamon and lemon, an odd combination that surprisingly meshes together really well. As he takes a deep breath, he can feel himself relax. He closes his eyes once more and leans back.   And then he opens them, alert. Sitting up fast enough to make himself dizzy. Gepard moves back slightly so the two don’t collide heads.   Wait.   Wait.   Wait wait wait wait wait.   Wait.   He looks down towards his chest, he’s wearing clothing far different from his usual attire. What he’s draped in is a soft, intricately sewn velvet sweater. It’s a texture he seldom felt, but everytime he has, he’s enjoyed it. He once banked on killing someone for even a strip of it. The sleeves are rolled up, fresh bandages coating his arms.   Ah. So Gepard saw them.   Ignoring that for a moment. His legs also feel a lot warmer than usual. The texture that surrounds his legs is…a bit uncomfortable. But he supposed anything was better than soaking in his—without a doubt—snow drenched pants.   The more he shuffles his legs, the more disgusted he feels. But he doesn’t want to be more of a burden than he already has and comment on that.   “As you can probably tell, I patched you up,” Gepard finally spoke once more. Letting Sampo’s mind stop thinking before it went all over the place.   “Where are-“   “Your clothes? I put them on the line to dry. They were completely drenched when I found you.”   Ah. When he found him.   Gepard took a few moments to think of what to say next. Probably so he wouldn’t freak Sampo out, or upset him. “You were in such a horrendous state when we arrived. Thank god we found you at just the right time. Or you would’ve been a goner,” he paused again. “But judging from your note, that’s exactly what you would’ve wanted.” It sounds more like a statement than a question, and that’s what makes Sampo gulp.   He doesn’t respond, but he lets his legs swing out from the length of the couch; and lets his warmly-socked feet graze across the hardwood floors. He looks around, gazing at the rest of the area briefly. It’s a standard apartment, but it’s nice. Nicer than what Sampo would’ve expected for a dude who seemed to always have such a stick up his ass. There was a calming atmosphere in how random clothes and trinkets were strewn around with reckless abandon. And the scent of tea, although somewhat unfamiliar, eased the tension in his muscles.   A high-pitched screech gradually sang throughout the living room. Gepard got up from where he kneeled, looking down at Sampo who still sat comfortably on the couch. “Stay right there. Don’t move a muscle,” if this was his attempt at comfort, then it wasn’t a very good one. Sampo felt threatened rather than put at ease, watching Gepard walk into the kitchen all ‘soldier-like’.   He sighed, looking down at his arms once more. A soft pinkish color now coating the bandages. Gepard must’ve accidentally cut open a few scars as he was dressing his wounds…   …   ━━━━━━━━━━   “Captain, look!” One of his guards calls out to him, pointing a finger upwards of the will amidst the snowy haze. “I think I see someone!”   That is enough to arouse suspicion for him. Just like last week, he’s sure it was that annoying little shit again. Maybe this time, he’ll finally catch him! He was just that close last time! Sampo’s been really off his game recently. It’s almost offensive in its own right. Perhaps he thinks this game of cat and mouse is too easy. But he’ll show him!   His hopes soar as he trudged up the hill, his mind quickly pushing down the idea that he was excited to see the man for other reasons besides arresting him. As if he’s grown accustomed to that stupidly stunning face that Sampo has! Hah! As if!    As he makes it to the top of the hill, he squints, trying to visually brush past the white snow that impairs his vision. And as he does so (he’s basically like a professional by now), he sees the silhouette of someone leaning up against the outer wall of an old, withered house. A house that was definitely devoured in the great guffawing mouth of the harsh blizzard.   Hm. That’s weird.   “Stand back,” Gepard demands his guards. “If this stranger is of any harm, I’ll deal with it,” he says as he walks through his crowd of guards.   Heavy boots force through the simultaneously weightless and heavy snow. And as he approaches the body, all the details finally come out of hiding and make themselves clear.   Gepards blood feels like it goes cold as ice.   That’s not just any body.   It’s Sampo Koski’s body.   Oh shit.   Without another thought, he rushed over to Sampo’s body, shaky fingers reaching out as he tried to feel his pulse from his neck.   It’s a faint beat. Lacking cadence. But it’s there.   And it’s faint.   Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.   “Captain?” Another one of his guards asks. “Captain,” he approaches Gepard, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing? Arrest Koski while he’s still do-“   “GET AWAY!” Gepard demands, voice booming with a roar that flows through the tenacious winds. His guards stammer back. He’s sure behind those shields their eyes are wide. “Stay back!” He says, breath heaving. “Go! Turn back! Go home!” He demands a final time. A few of the guards turn their heads in question, but it isn’t long before they all turn and rush down the hill in a hastful yet dignified manner.   Gepard watches the last guard’s figure disappear into the white winds before turning back to Sampo, grumbling curses under his breath when he checks his pulse again and it becomes even less apparent. The thumping is even fainter than before.   He sighs, placing one arm under Sampo’s legs and the other behind his back. He picks him up fast, but carefully. Sampo’s body is slack as it rests up against his chest.   Without another second to spare, Gepard runs down the hill. The wind is hitting his unprotected eyes with full power, making him tear up uncontrollably. He grinds his teeth together, trying to push through the numbing cold sensation that spreads across his face. Sampo’s visage slowly contorts into a small expression of discomfort, his face turning red and warmth spreads throughout his body. His chest starts to pick up, probably due to Gepards body warmth seeping into his own, and he breathes. But it’s staccato. And he’s still unresponsive.   Fuck.   “Fucking dammit. Don’t die on me, Koski!” Gepard yells at him, even though he can’t hear him. “You heard me! Don’t you dare die!”   ━━━━━━━━━━   Gepard sighs, his pleas from hours ago still ringing in his ears; taunting him as he pours the tea into two mugs. One for him. One for Sampo.   He grasps the mugs by their handles and carefully walks back into the living room. “I’m back,” he declares quietly, although Sampo can already tell. He looks lost, eyes wide as he looks around his apartment. He must not be used to this kind of environment. This kind of wealth. “I hope you like tea,” he says, holding a mug out for Sampo to take. Sampo looks at the mug in careful concentration. “It’s alright. I didn’t mess with it, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Gepard says. Sampo looks at him once more, and slowly reaches out a hand to touch the mug. He draws his hand back with a flinch and a hiss when the pads of his fingers reach the dreadful heat that surrounds the mug.   “Careful, it’s hot,” Gepard warns a little too late.   “ No, really ?” Sampo quips back. It’s not ill-intentioned, but Gepard still huffs. Sampo reaches out once more, two fingers hooking around the top of the handle where Gepards fingers don’t take up the empty space. He lifts the mug from Gepards hand, wrapping the rest of his fingers around the mugs handle for more support. He takes a whiff of the tea, the tip of his nose dangerously close to the boiled water. “It smells really nice…what is it?”   “Cinnamon,” Gepard responds curtly as he takes a seat in the chair across from the couch, turning it around so it was facing Sampo. “Have you ever had cinnamon before?”   “No. Never even heard of it until now,” Sampo chuckles. “What’s it taste like?”   “See for yourself.”   Sampo looks down at the tea, looking at his reflection in the small ripples that occurred amongst the water. And then he puts his lips to the mug, and takes a sip. His lips curl into a smug yet content smile. The tea has hints of citrus, and a tad bit of spice. However, the tastes mesh really well together in a way that makes his brain explode with fireworks.   “So?” Gepard asks after taking a sip of his own tea.   “I can’t promise I won’t steal any of this from ya when I get the chance.”   Gepard chuckles. “Be my guest.”   An awkward silence falls amongst the two. It seems like they know what must be discussed, but neither want to lead into it.   “Soooooo uh,” Sampo clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Nice place ya got here.”   “Thanks,” Gepard nods. “Please ignore the mess, however. I didn’t exactly expect any visitors…” he admits bashfully. Rendered embarrassed by the state of his apartment.   Sampo chuckles. “I’m from the Underworld, Geppie. This, ” he uses his free arm and moves his hand in circles, alluding to the apartment, “is as clean as—uh—as clean as…something!” He laughs awkwardly. “It’s really clean is what I’m getting at.”   “Oh.” Gepard blinks a few times. “Right. The Underworld…” he pauses. “May I ask a few questions? A-about the Underworld?”   “You did save my life. So I suppose a favor is in order. Always your pal who never lets go of his end of the deal. Ask away, my friend!” Sampo says casually. Clearly he’s not uncomfortable with answering any questions about his home.   “Do you really train a militia of rats and have rat fights underground?”   Sampo’s eyes widened. Mouth frozen in an awkward smile.   “Do we… what? ”   Gepards lips curl into a frown. Seemingly disappointed. “Do you… not train a militia of rats and have rat fights underground?”   “…no? Where did you hear that?”   “One of my guards told me.”   Ah.   “For a Captain, you sure are naive.”   “Huh? What do you mean?”   “Why would you ever believe something as stupid as that!” Sampo can’t help but laugh at how outrageous this all is. “No! We don’t-“ he laughs again.   “Stop laughing,” Gepard pouts, cheeks red in embarrassment. “This isn’t funny.”   “S-Sorry! S-pfffffft-s-sorry!” Sampo wipes a stray tear from his eye. Chest moving up and down erratically as he tries to contain his laughter. “No. We don’t train rats and make them fight each other. Although, maybe we should. It would make the fight club a lot more interesting…” he strokes his chin in consideration.   “What ‘fight club’?” Gepard asks carefully.   “Oh. Just something that keeps us entertained! Nothing that concerns you.”   “I don’t see how fighting can be entertaining for a person of any background.”   “You’d be surprised. But that’s just the place to go when we’re looking for some fun.”   “Don’t you have other things you can do? Rather than indulge in blatant violence?”   “Not really. There’s not much to do in the Underworld besides mine, get sick at a young age, and die.” Sampo says uncharacteristically flat.   “…mine…get sick at a young age…and die…” Gepard repeats slowly. Expression unsure.   “Yeah. What? Did you think we were living the good life down there?” Sampo asks with genuine curiosity. “If only,” he sighed dreamily. “That's the dream~ and I’m a good person. Suppose I finally got some money my way,” he said with a grumpiness in his tone.   Gepard’s lips fall to a thin line for just a moment. “What- what’s it like… living in the Underworld?”   Sampo raises an eyebrow. “You sure ya wanna know?” Gepard nods. “Okay. ” Sampo says with a quick shrug. “Where to begin…” he clicks his tongue a few more times, trying to think of something. “…ah! Well, we clearly don’t get a lot of money circulating throughout the Underworld. Even those that have it slightly better than others still struggle greatly to get food on their plates every night—if they can even afford plates.”   “It’s extremely dirty down there. And combined with the harsh mining conditions, diseases spread throughout Boulder Town like wildfire. It’s not unusual for Natasha’s clinic to be filled to the brim with sick people—and her clinic has five floors!”   “Speaking of Natasha, she’s the only doctor we have. And due to all the patients she gets, the minimal supplies she has run dry almost the exact same day she gets them,” Sampo crosses one leg over the other. “I come up here to get materials and supplies almost every week now. Sadly for me, but thankfully for you, it’s a lot harder to get them now. Your defenses have increased tenfold over the last few months!”   Gepards heart swells with pride for a moment. And then he realizes the circumstances that puts everyone underground through, and the good feeling is gone almost as fast as it came.   “Uhhhhhhh…hmmmmmmm…the food sucks. When we even have food at all. Water is almost always dirty. We only have two clean water sources in the entire town. And as disgusting as it is, many of us have to go days or even weeks on end without showering because we’d run out of water if we showered everyday.”   “We only have a few radiators throughout the city. And the weather fluctuates. Either it’s always way too cold, or way too hot. No in betweens.” Sampo sighed dramatically. “I don’t have enough clothing in my artillery to beat the weather and still look good. It’s a nightmare.”   “I think you look good all the time.” Gepard states as if it’s a fact.   There’s a pause.   “A-And uh…we sometimes wake up to rats staring at us! They watch us while we sleep…”   Gepard gasps. “That’s awful. ”   “I know, right?! One time, I woke up from my nap, and a whole family of rats was looking right at me! I couldn’t sleep for weeks after that one!”   “Not that!” Gepard thinks for a second. “Well, that too. But- the living conditions of the Underworld. They’re horrible! How do you survive? Why don’t any of us Overworlders know anything about this?!” He exclaims in disbelief.   Sampo rolls his eyes, his crossed leg shaking up and down. “Maybe because the woman in charge is a psycho or something.” He extends his arms up in retreat when Gepard glares at him. “Hey hey! Seele’s words, not mine! Don’t shoot the messenger!”   Gepards expression softens. Eyes focused on a certain part of Sampo. “Your…your bandages…”   Sampo looks down at his arms. Oh. The bandages…   They’re soaked red now. He probably irritated a wound too much. “Heheheh. Ehhhh…whoopsies…”   ━━━━━━━━━━   Sampo looked away with a downturned, disappointed expression as Gepard unwrapped the bandages that clung to the skin on his arms.   Gepard sighed, gazing upon Sampo’s arms; riddled in scars. Some too light, some too deep. It looked more like an animal got to him and mauled him to filth.   An uneasy silence sat between them for minutes on end. Not a single breath could be heard amongst it all.   “When I found you and I first checked your arms, not only were they in a horrible state, but the bandages looked like they hadn’t been changed in weeks. Maybe even months. ” Gepard started, finally tired of all the silence. “From what you’ve said about the Underworld, I doubt that’s not too far off.”   Sampo didn’t respond. Gepard sighed. “Alright, the old bandages are off. I need to disinfect your wounds again.” He gets up from the couch, and holds a hand out for Sampo to grab. “First we need to clean everything out with soap and water,” he says as Sampo’s hand slots into his own.   As they walk into the kitchen, slowly, hand in hand, Sampo’s body shakes. “Hey, it’ll be alright,” Gepard reassures him. “Trust me, after a while, you become skilled in the art of cleaning wounds.”   “I usually don’t have the materials to clean and disinfect my scars,” Sampo chuckled with a wince as Gepard turned on the sink. He’s amazed by how much water flows through the pipe, and how he’s perfectly fine with letting it run like that: second after second after second.   Gepard makes sure the water is warm before guiding Sampo’s arms underneath. As the Captain washes his scars with soap and water, he makes a weird face. The feeling—the sensation—is weird. It’s not a sensation he’s used to by any means. And…Gepards hands all over his arms is…a different story. He lets himself relax slightly as Gepard’s calloused fingers dance around his skin.   And then the water turns off.   “Alright,” Gepard sifts through one of the cabinets by his feet, and pulls out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Oh god. Sampo already knows what’s happening. “I’m going to dis-“   “Haha! Well! Would you look at the time!!? I think it’s time for me to go—I have to get to my job—it’s very demanding. And I’m sorry my friend! But your old buddy Sampo’s gotta go-“ Sampo winces at the grasp Gepard has on his arm as he tries to run away.   “I completely understand that the disinfection process is a painful one. But if you don’t treat the area, it’ll become worse. Do you understand the dangers of infected wounds?”   “I’m close friends with a doctor. What do I not know about the dangers of infected wounds?”   “So then you know I must do this.”   Sampo frowns. “…yeah…”   As the two pad back over to the kitchen counter, Gepard pours some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton swab.   “Alright…take a deep breath. This will be over before you know it.”   ━━━━━━━━━━   “I wasn’t under the impression that you had an affinity for fowl language,” Gepard said calmly as he wrapped a bandage around Sampo’s left arm. He tried to be as careful as he could so he wouldn’t hurt him. He really, really tried. But sometimes, he just underestimated his own strength.   “ I wasn’t under the impression that you had an affinity for lying ,” Sampo huffed, remembering the event that occured about ten minutes ago; when Gepard disinfected his scars.   (“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT OUCH MOTHER FUCKER!” Sampo cried, trying to wriggle out of Gepards grasp. But the Captain’s hold around him only tightened, making sure Sampo couldn’t get away.   “HOLY SHIT IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD!” He screamed, trying to kick Gepard in the shins. Gepard grunted.   “JUST CALM DOWN! THE LESS YOU COMPLAIN, THE FASTER THIS WILL TAKE!”   “FUCK YOU!”)   “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d experience that much pain. I suppose I’m only good at tending to wounds when it comes to my own.”   “Ya think?” Sampo chuckles. “Well, in any case, let’s just- ffffffftttt,” he let in a quick, sharp breath that snatched Gepards attention.   “Everything alright?”   “Too tight,” Sampo said lowly, and with pain. Gepard fixed the issue immediately. “That's better…thank you.” “These wounds…are self-inflicted. Aren’t they?” Gepard asks, eyes tracing the shapes and distinctive patterns of each arm.   “………I’m tired of putting up with back and forths.” Sampo smiled weakly. His facade melted along with his playfulness. There’s nothing left but the shell of a man, “you got me, Captain.”   Gepard frowned as he started dressing Sampo’s other arm. “These scars, they’re pretty deep. You clearly had an intention here,” his thumb grazes across a certain wound just above his wrist. It’s insanely deep. It’s enough to make Gepard shudder with nausea coating the underside of his tongue.   “Yeah. I did,” Sampo sighed. “Sorry.”   “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault.”   “…so then…why do I feel so bad? ” The words just slip out of Sampo’s mouth before he can contain them.   “…”   Sampo sniffles. An accumulation of everything that’s happened just builds up. And like a dam, it breaks, and overflows.   “I’m sorry…I don’t deserve to burden you like this.”   “Stop.”   “I-I didn’t want to burden anyone! I promise!”   “Sampo-“   “I wish I could’ve done something different! I wish I could’ve been better! I wish I could’ve been luckier! Why!? Why me!?”   “Sampo!”   “I can’t- I can’t handle this anymore!” Sampo sobs, fat globby tears dribbling down his cheeks. His breath hitches, and his voice is drained as it wavers. His eyes sting from the salt of the tears. “I should’ve never been born. Why am I so useless- “   “You aren’t anything of the sort!” Gepard declares, placing his hands on either side of Sampo’s face. “Please. Don’t say those things about yourself!”   “But…it’s all true…”   Gepard wants to cry.   But he can’t. He must be strong. Sampo needs him to be.   “Honestly, you should’ve arrested me when you had the chance—or should’ve let me die.”   “I-…I wouldn’t have been able to do that. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is you. And how you’ve been treating yourself,” he wipes some of Sampo’s tears away with his thumb. “You may be a bit of an annoyance, sure. But you aren’t a burden. And you certainly aren’t useless.”   “…and how can you be so su-“ Sampo can’t finish what he wants to say because Gepards lips are on his and oh my does it feel like butterflies floating around in his stomach. If only this moment were more romantic and less depressing. Yet it doesn’t matter to Sampo. As he kisses back, their lips, both chapped, mash against each other’s. Sampo lets himself smile just a bit as Gepard wraps his arm around him, and pulls him closer to make the distance even less than before.   When they pull away, Gepards cheeks go red. “I-I apologize. I shouldn’t have forced that upon you.”   “No no. It’s fine. More than fine. It was…wonderful,” Sampo takes a deep breath. “Not the best timing, though.”   “I know…”   “I still liked it.”   “Would you like another?”   “Yes. When I’m feeling a little more up to code. I still feel like shit right now. But at least I feel a bit better. So thank you for that.”   “You’re welcome…” Gepards hands grab Sampo’s own. And with a comforting squeeze, Gepard looks him in the eyes. “Stay with me for a while.”   Sampo’s eyes widened in surprise. “Huh?”   “The Underworld doesn’t have the recommended living conditions for someone who is supposed to be healing. Especially with wounds like yours. Besides…I’m worried about what you could do to yourself if you’re alone.”   Ah.   “If you stay with me. I will take good care of you. And make sure that you’re alright. Besides, I don’t think you’d mind seeing the sun every day.”   “I wouldn’t mind at all. However, if you really want to take things that fast. Maybe you should take me out to dinner first~,” Sampo winked.   Gepard nodded. “That makes sense. Alright then. I’ll take you to the local restaurant tomorrow.”   Sampo smiles. A real smile. Not a sad smile, or a fake smile, or an ill-intentioned smile. No.   A real smile.   “Okay…so it’s a date.”    A Sampo Koski smile. Sampo Koski isn’t the best person on earth. But if he lets people in, maybe he can learn to feel like he is.

Kill Me, Fuck Me, Send Me to the Stars

['orphan_account']

Explicit

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Reader

no beta we die like idfk, Gay, Gay Sex, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Panic, Gay Male Character, Making Out, Making Love, Fucking, Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Astral Express (Honkai: Star Rail), Top Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail) Has A Large Cock, Riding, Unrealistic Sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

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Questions surround many minds, it is one of the many things people have when they think. Just the idea of thinking. Thinking is a complicated origin in itself, difficult to understand, difficult to comprehend and more… And between the mind of ——, he and himself. Questions surround his mind; why was he so intoxicated in the moment? Why was it when Dan Heng’s lips got so close to his own —— was so into it? It was as if he has taken a drug and breathed it into ——‘s, drowsing his mind into the singular imagery of his lips. Those pillow-soft lips, the ones that got —— way over his own heels for his own liking. Breaking —— mind in half. Why? Just why. Was it his hair? The soft streaks of his hair that drizzled lazily in the front of his face as those cute bangs, the ones that layer each other so well and are naturally so soft and nice. It was so perfectly cut and messy and neat at the same time. Or perhaps it was his gorgeous eyes, the blue yet green emerald like eyes, the ones that lidded all the time. Those eyes that like waves lapping against the sand, the sand being his own skin in that sense. It being accompanied by his red eye lining, complimenting it incredibly. The way when he looked at ——, it tore him in half, his mind, his body, it was intoxicating. An ocean of thoughts, reading expressions like an open book. Was it the way his hands were so strong yet gentle? When instinctive hands held onto his shoulders, elbows curved to get closer to look into the ocean of knowledgeable eyes and the softness of his pillow-like lips. When ——‘s right hand held the back of his neck, pressing his own lips on Dan Heng’s angelically soft lips, Dan Heng’s arms wrapped around his waist tightened only in the slightly. So drowned in his own intoxication, so deep into such a passionate kiss, so tender and so soft, eyes closed, so perfectly took ——‘s legs up around his waist. Such an unholy act in a train, THE Astral Express, yet no one batted an eye at their surroundings. It was the sudden hopes of wanting to be high all the time. The way Dan Heng’s tongue licks the bottom side of ——‘s tongue, getting his senses higher than they should; higher than anyone could possibly be. Dan Heng swiftly whirls around and pushes —— against the bed, ——‘s arms on Dan Heng’s shoulders, Dan Heng’s left hand pinning ——‘s left side and his right hand around ——‘s neck backside. Practically diving for his neck, jaws wrapped around his collarbone, ——‘s thumbs dug into Dan Heng’s shoulder. Perhaps it was the build up of blood in their lower halves and the intoxication, yet the loud moan from —— as Dan Heng’s teeth sinks deeper into ——‘s collarbone skin, stopped both of them. Soon, ——‘s hand was on his mouth, Dan Heng’s oceanic eyes dashing between ——‘s exposed shoulder and ——‘s face. Mumbling an apology, Dan Heng looks away from ——, “I should have asked, I apologized… that’s my fault.” “If I didn’t want it,” —— raises his hand to stroke Dan Heng’s cheek. “I would’ve said so. I initiated the kiss anyway.” Dan Heng chuckles a bit, gorgeous atlantic eyes lidded against the sight of ——. Moving his lips towards ——‘s ear, he mumbled in a deeper voice, “Then… do you want more?” ——‘s chest rises and falls slowly, drowning himself in Dan Heng’s unexposed illustrious oceanic eyes; for a moment he stares, but in the next moment his hand grips Dan Heng’s shirt collar and pulling him closer. Pressing his lips again on those oh-so soft pillow-soft lips. Through his gentle yet strengthened fingers, Dan Heng swiftly yet carefully cards his fingers through ——‘s blouse buttons, turning ——‘s face a deeper shade of red. This causing a frenzy of both Dan Heng and —— stripping each other’s lower, harder halves, both blushing at the sight of each other in such an inappropriate state. Dan Heng, rather red and nervous, still was able to have —— bent over the edge of the bed, rubbing his fingers up and down his tongue. Feeling each bump rub against his fingers as he wetted them, according to the suspicious, restrictive areas of the archives section. When he was at the point there was “chunks” of saliva dripping down his fingers, that is when he moved his fingers towards ——‘s hole. As Dan Heng enters his first finger, —— breathes in deeply and bites into the messy snake green blankets. “C’mon,” Dan Heng teases and prods at ——. “If you’re consenting to continuing, I pleasured your skin and that pretty face or yours so well that everyone around will know what happened tonight — why don’t you return the favour.” Dan Heng snakes his hand up ——‘s neck, massaging his jawline. “Haah, how about I ride you? Like, ride your dick like a damn horse till you’re a panting mess.” “I guess we provoked the foolish side of the both of us,” Dan Heng mumbles next to ——. “Well then, let’s see what you can really do.” Was this what —— waiting for his entire life? The man he was waiting for? To be teased intimately and brought to a bunched up mess, to be anticipated to be laid in such a way? The way his gentle touch of his finger pads touch every wall of his insides, reaching far until his limits were met. The single touch that brought ——‘s back arched into Dan Heng’s chest. By the second finger Dan Heng hooks his fingers upwards, —— jaw going wide open as drool slips out and as he moans noisily. Before he can orgasm, Dan Heng slips his fingers out purposefully, resulting in —— groaning at the loss. Dan Heng scoffs mockingly, sitting up against the bed frame, —— heads over and shadows over his half nude figure. Reaching for his veiny, strong fingers, —— slowly lines himself up and upon self doubt, he carefully makes it down Dan Heng’s tip, biting his own lip as he felt it slowly fill him. Mumbling a small fuck through shakey breaths, as —— slightly rushed into getting to his shaft, both Dan Heng and —— groan at the same time. ——‘s body shakily and holding hardly on his hands. ——‘s knuckles turning white. Dan Heng’s lips meet ——‘s, his breath quivering as they kissed. Parting their lips, —— shakily lifts upwards before slamming back down on Dan Heng’s shaft. The sensation so ruthless, a feeling suppressed throughout both bodies and mind breaking, sending shivers down each other’s spine. —— slowly feels more comfortable and begins rutting, panting and bouncing on his cock. Feeling his insides being turned into mush, Dan Heng’s head is thrown back, his bangs sticking to his forehead as precum covers his shirt. —— enjoys the vulnerability of Dan Heng, and bathes himself with satisfaction as the older male pulls the shirt above his head. Feeling a sensation run up his cock, he whisper-shouts, “F-Fuck, I’m going to…” “Same,” Dan Heng shakily cuts him off. Both moan simultaneously, before cum covers both of their bodies, and —— falls over on Dan Heng’s shoulder as he paints ——‘s walls full of pale liquid. Dan Heng carefully lifts —— off his cock, almost losing it as cum still drips down ——‘s leg; before kissing his lips so gently. “Let’s get you cleaned.”

Scald

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Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fights, Flirting, Stelle is a gay raccoon and wants to show off, March is not immune to gay raccoons showing off, First Kiss, Only really rated T for like the word bastard, and one sentence's worth of implied kinda-sexual content at the end, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

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The sounds of hissing machinery and metal on metal fill the air with all the characteristic noise that March 7th has come to associate with the Underground by now. As if to taunt her, a geyser of lukewarm steam hisses from a nearby pipe, clouding her vision and turning her into a sputtering mess. A gloved hand comes to rest lightly against the cinch of March’s waist, nudging her to the side as a man is hurriedly rushed out into the street sporting purple-turning-green bruises across the side of his face by a concerned-looking friend.    “Careful,” Stelle murmurs, her voice smooth and soft and sounding much too close, somewhere right by the crown of March’s head. “Everyone here either doesn’t look where they’re going or doesn’t care who they’re hitting. Stick close.”    “My hero,” March huffs, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she nonetheless presses herself closer against Stelle’s side. “I still have no clue how you and Dan Heng manage to enjoy this place.”    Stelle’s arm curls a little tighter around March as they step through a throng of spectators crowded around the entrance to the backstage rooms. “I don’t think Dan Heng actually enjoys it,” she says, the words echoing in the hollow, tinny acoustics of the empty hallway. “Me, though? Love it. Won all five of my rookie matches, I’ll have you know. The whole crowd was chanting my name. Most validated I’ve ever felt in my life.”    “Your life is, like, a month long, as far as you’re concerned,” March points out, and all she gets in return is a roguish grin and playful eyes. Sweat beads across the back of March’s neck, a strange heat flowing up to the tips of her ears.    “I said what I said, and I meant what I said.”    March rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder into Stelle’s side and forcing a giggle from her lips.    “So,” March says, twirling from Stelle’s hold as they step into an empty—and thankfully, brightly lit—room fitted with an old, worn hospital curtain, a couple of foldout metal chairs, and not much else. March unfolds one of the chairs with a squeal of rusty metal, half-heartedly wiping it down before taking a seat. “How does this... work, exactly? Don’t you have to schedule fights pretty far in advance and stuff?”    “Nah, it’s nothing that special,” Stelle calls back as she dips behind the old hospital curtain, digging a pair of what looks vaguely like gym clothes from a pack on the floor. “For one, the fights here aren’t big events like you might be thinking of. People show up with fists ready or a robot built, and if they look like they can draw a crowd they get thrown in the ring, simple as.”    March leans back in her chair, a hum in her throat, “And for two?”    Stelle’s face peeks from behind the curtain. Yellow eyes burn with an almost incandescent disapproval. March tries to focus on that instead of the slip of pale collarbone and bare shoulder peeking from behind the curtain as well.    “Really?”    “Hey, you said ‘for one’, I’m just following the thought process along.”    “...You know what? You’re right.”    “Ooh, is that what Dan Heng feels like? I could get used to it.”    A breathy chuckle. A rustle of clothes. The vague impression of Stelle’s shadow wavers and shakes with laughter through the curtain. “For two,” she says, ripping the curtain back with what March assumes is all the flair and theatrics she can muster, “I don’t need to wait to pull a crowd. I’m the champion, baby.”    March’s eyes rove over Stelle’s form—the strong, lithe build and taut curves of her in a tight crop top and loose, billowing shorts almost as captivating a sight as the crudely built champion’s belt tugged across her chest like a sash. It is absolutely hideous—made of rusty metal, old leather, and various other cogs and iron scraps that March is almost certain were pulled from the trash.    In other words, perfect for Stelle.     Heat rises on March’s cheeks once again, and she wills a pulse of ice through her veins to bring it back down, instead asking, “And how did you manage that particular feat? Even Dan Heng only managed to get himself a nickname when we lost him.”    “It’s a lot easier to convince Dr. Dig that a championship belt is necessary when you’re a bigshot hero,” Stelle says matter-of-factly, stuffing her usual clothes back in the bag she pulled the boxing clothes and belt from. “Also helps when Hook’s buddies happen to be really good at making random stuff out of scraps.”    “Okay, that explains the belt. What about, y’know, the actual championship?”    “Dr. Dig saw me, told me to fight like seven robots in five fights, and then I won all of them.”    “That’s it?” March asks, voice drenched in incredulity and lined with a laugh. “You just... got roped into it?”    “As with most things in my life, yes.”    March giggles, resting her head on her hands as she flashes what she hopes is her most convincing pleading look. “Aww, c’mon, there’s no way this interstellar adventure with your good pal March 7th isn’t the best of the, like, twenty different things you’ve been dragged into in the past month, right?”    Stelle zips up the bag by her feet, a high note of faux doubt on her lips. “Eh, I’d rate it pretty average so far. Hours could be better for the pay I'm getting,” she says, a simpering smile stretching lazily across her features. “The company is pretty great though.”    “Charmer,” March scoffs.    “Is it working?”    March smiles, mischief dancing and fluttering against her ribs. The moment feels electric, charged and poised to pounce. “You’ll have to put the moves on Pom-Pom if you want a raise, sorry.”    “Damn.”    Easy banter follows them out the door to the changing room, back through the dark and damp hallways, and into the heated throng of people gathered in a roiling mass of bodies and swinging arms and waving wads of tightly clenched paper bills. March doesn’t really bump into anyone this time, but Stelle still guides her with that gentle hand against the small of her back, a pressure that spiderwebs across her skin, leaving her feeling like she has been dipped in ice and lit aflame all at once.    “Dr. Dig!” Stelle calls, walking up to an unassuming man in thick-rimmed glasses standing by the ring with an easy, subtle smile on her face. “What have you got for me today? Human or robot?”    The man—Dr.Dig, presumably—is seemingly not at all phased by the question of whether Stelle would be fighting another person or a robot, a realization that March is coming to terms with as being surprisingly commonplace. He looks down at the beaten and worn notepad in his hands, leafing through a thin sheaf of papers before finding Stelle’s name. His eyes narrow, flicking between the papers and the ring before his entire expression lights up.    “Stelle! Perfect timing, as usual,” he says, his voice clear and oozing with a certain charisma that belies the secrets of his unassuming appearance. A man doesn’t run a fighting ring in a place like the Underworld without wiles to spare, after all. “Your opponent is actually already in the ring! He’s been warming up for a little while, now.”    A thump of something heavy against the canvas floor of the ring sounds out, hollow and loud, throughout the room. March watches, half horrified and half horribly, morbidly curious as one of the wrought iron gates on the side of the ring hisses and creaks to let a medic into the arena, where, with the help of a few retrofitted and scrappy-looking robots, he is hoisted onto a stretcher and taken out back to the infirmary.     On the other side of the ring, raising a gloved hand in celebration of his victory, is Stelle’s opponent for the day. He’s a hulking figure of a man, probably at least a head taller than Mr. Yang, if March were to guess, built like a solid mass of muscle and a thin, curled mustache that looks entirely out of place on a man like him. March is reminded, vaguely, of some incredibly old movies Dan Heng had shown her once, a while back, with all their shirtless men rolling around in muddy pits with bloodied knuckles.     "Are you... really sure about this?" March mutters, leaning up to whisper into Stelle’s ear. Her eyes flick back and forth between the man’s hulking figure and her friend's much more... contained—but nonetheless incredibly tantalizing, March admits in her head, stealing a glance at that same stretch of exposed stomach—build.    Stelle hums past the hair tie sticking from her mouth, pulling long, gray strands into a messy ponytail at the top of her head. "Yeah, 'm sure,” she says through her teeth, a bead of sweat trailing the curve of her newly exposed neck. “Guy’s chump change. Just you watch.”    "I'm not icing your bruises if you get hurt, you know."    Stelle smiles. "I don't think that's true."    “Ugh. I hate it when you’re right about these things,” March groans, and Stelle lets out a breathy little chuckle at that, tightening the hair tie atop her head with one final tug and checking on the tightly-rolled bandages around her knuckles.    Stelle leans down, breath ghosting against March’s ear as she trails her fingers, feather-light, against her side. “Just for you, though, I promise to try my best not to get hurt,” she whispers, and all March can do is roll her eyes and hope the red across her cheeks isn’t too noticeable.     “Do try to make sure you win, though,” Dr. Dig cuts in, and March flinches away from Stelle like she has been burned. A coy look flits across Dr. Dig’s eyes, his smile something sharp and sleek. “There’re bets riding on this fight, as usual. It’d be a shame to let the good people down.”    Stelle rolls her eyes, stepping up to the open ring and rolling her neck in slow, smooth circles. “No need to tell me twice,” she says, bouncing on her toes and stretching an arm across her chest—which March notes, with some small amusement, still has the championship belt strapped across it. The crowd reacts to Stelle’s entrance with a deafening roar, the loose metal of the club floors rattling and shaking as people holler and stomp for their next round of unofficially sponsored violence.    Stelle turns around, taking the belt off her chest and throwing it towards Dr. Dig, who catches it with a snap of his wrist as he announces her entrance with booming declarations of ‘the one, the only, the hero of the hour and the slugger of a lifetime! Steeeeelle!’, and even though her back is turned to her, March can almost feel the way Stelle’s eyes shine with muted exhilaration and cocksure amusement at the shallow embellishment of her recent achievements. A mess, that girl, March thinks, but there’s no other way she’d rather have her.    The mountain of a man on the other side of the ring walks up to Stelle, a scowl across his lips and derision in the set of his brow. Stelle simply raises her fist up, bumping it against his gloved hand where it rests against his side.    “Good luck,” she says, deadpan, and the effect is immediate. A growl rumbles from his lips, low and guttural and angry. March cannot help but pinch the bridge of her nose, annoyance and worry clashing for a spot at the forefront of her mind as the crowd jeers and laughs through the ring of the starting bell.    The man bursts into action, an unnaturally thick arm twisting into a vicious hook that Stelle weaves under before jabbing at his side, then ducking under the second wide hook to end up behind him. Now that she’s facing towards her, March spots the way the corners of Stelle’s mouth are perched into the slightest smirk, the way the yellow of her eyes glows under the lights of the arena, the way a few errant strands of hair stick to her cheeks like gentle brushstrokes. Their eyes meet, Stelle’s smile growing just a little wider. March, previous anxiety forgotten, lets out a loud cheer along with the rest of the crowd, laughter bubbling in her throat.    The rest of the fight goes in much the same way, the man trying and failing to catch Stelle as she tip-toes around the arena, retaliating with quick jabs that don’t do much more than upset the mountain of mustached muscle. March notes, amusedly, that whenever Stelle has the chance to reposition to keep her in her line of sight, she does. She wasn’t even sure Stelle was doing it on purpose until she decided to move to another part of the crowd, and Stelle still managed to weave her way into looking straight at her, throwing March a sly wink in the process. It’s ridiculous, but March can't deny it’s also the slightest bit charming, in that eager puppy kind of way.    Which is precisely why it’s so sad when one of the man’s wild punches finally crashes against Stelle’s chin, and she tumbles into a heap on the floor in front of March.    The crowd roars, the metal of the chain link fence ringing and rattling. Men stare at their betting cards with horror and hunger in equal measure as Dr. Dig starts the countdown.    March, for her part, just looks unimpressed. Her eyes narrow.    “You took that one on purpose,” March mutters, just loud enough that Stelle can hear her. Stelle cracks an eye open to look at her, a smile playing at her lips.    “Mhm.”    “I told you I wouldn’t ice any bruises.”    “And I told you I didn’t believe you,” Stelle says, turning on her stomach to put her elbows on the ground and perching her head atop her hands. Her legs swing in the air behind her. “You even said I was right about it.”    “Don’t you have a match to get back to?” March sputters, trying her hardest to change the topic. Stelle hums.    “Knockout countdowns are thirty seconds. They wanna make sure they can wring out every last bit from the fighters, and I’m pretty sure we’re only about—”    ‘Ten! Eleven!’     “—eleven seconds in,” she says, and March just sighs in response.    “You never cease to amaze, you know that?”    “To amaze you is a pleasure all my own,” Stelle answers in her very best posh voice, and March can’t help but laugh at the way it sounds in her usually-so-deadpan tone of voice. “Could I at least get a good luck charm before I go back to brave the dangers of my fight?”    March giggles, trailing a wave of cold through her arm and onto her hands. She points a finger out like a gun, the cold misting at the tip of her nail. “Since you asked so nicely, here’s your present, as per the usual,” March says, shooting the little bit of ice in a blooming pattern of a four-leafed flower. Stelle chuckles, and March vaguely hears Dr. Dig announcing the last ten seconds of the countdown. The roar of the crowd builds to a fever pitch. “Now go get ’em, tiger.”        Stelle stands up, dodges yet another wildly inaccurate punch, and then immediately fires one back, hitting the man square on the jaw and knocking him out. Dr. Dig doesn't even bother with a countdown.   The crowd roars. The betters groan.    Stelle looks for March in the crowd and lifts her fist up, sticking her pinky and index fingers out and wiggling it next to her ear in the universal “call me” gesture.    March just laughs, full-bellied and completely unsurprised and totally, utterly smitten.           “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” Stelle hisses, lifting an arm up to swat March’s painfully icy hand away from the bruise swelling on her cheek.    March grabs the offending arm by the wrist with her free hand, tutting while shaking her head. “I told you not to get any bruises, but you just had to go and make some big showboating deal with Dr. Dig and get yourself hit. These are simply the consequences of your actions.”    “Okay, you’re totally right, but consider the fact that usually when I have an ice pack, I can choose to remove it from the bruise for a little bit if it starts hurting too much.”    “You want me to take my hand off?”    Stelle seems to pause. A breeze slips through the crack in the open window of her hotel room, ruffling the uneven ends of her now-untied hair. Stelle’s hand comes up to cup the back of March’s, pressing the cool weight of it more firmly against her bruised skin. Her lips pull into a pout.     “No...” she says, and March has to try very hard not to think of her eager puppy comparisons right about now.    “Good, because I wasn’t planning on it.”    Stelle sighs.    The aftermath of the fight had been a blur of pressed-together bodies and elated shouts, everyone rushing to trade in their betting cards and already ravenously hungry for the next match. Stelle, her moment of glory concluded, had simply dragged March backstage once more, changed back into her usual clothes, and taken them out through a side entrance onto the half-lit streets of the Underworld, nursing her bruise all the way until arriving back at the Goethe.     Now, March doesn’t necessarily approve of Stelle participating in Underworld fight clubs with questionable practices, but she would be lying if the whole thing didn’t leave her a little breathless, running through the streets hand-in-hand with Stelle as the din of the club fades into the distance, Stelle’s eyes, so downcast after their fight with Svarog, finally shining with a hint of that familiar golden glow of wonder that March has grown to love so dearly.    “I didn’t really think about this until now, but why did you start taking part in fights here?” March asks, eyes flitting nervously around the room. The deep mahogany of the nearby closet, the lights of the city shining through the half-open window, the ruffled stack of papers that she vaguely recognizes as a set of review sheets for the Goethe. “Not that you’re not allowed to, or anything, not like I’m gonna stop you if you really wanna keep slugging faces, but it just didn’t seem like... I dunno. Your kind of place, I guess?”    “What do you consider my ‘kind’ of place?” Stelle asks, eyes narrowing.    “There’s no way you don’t know the answer to that question.”    “My appreciation of dumpsters is like appreciating a public service! There’s nothing wrong with that!”    “Most people don’t go diving into their public services.”    Stelle waggles her eyebrows, “I mean, depends on the service, right?”    “Stelle! ” March shrieks, a blush high on her cheeks as she smacks Stelle across the shoulder, earning herself a laugh. “Stop avoiding the question with innuendos!”    A beat. The sounds of children running in the streets and machinery pumping away at faraway ore veins. March even feels like, for a second, she can hear the raucous roar of the fight club crowd in her ears once again. Stelle goes still, almost stiff, save for the hand that is still pressing against the back of March’s, a ghost of a touch that warms the flow of ice through her veins.    “I’ve just been... a little stressed out,” Stelle admits, shame clinging to her words like a chill. “A lot has happened, both at and outside the fight club. Negotiations with Svarog fell through, and even though everything went well in the end, I feel bad about Clara’s place in all of this. There’s also... I told you about that guy called Kluzer, right?”    March hums, tilting her head. “He was the one who was at the club, right? Didn’t that cranky old coach that stands outside the place all the time make him wear Fragmentum Monster armor? Last I heard, he was recovering in Natasha’s clinic, right?”    “That’s the one,” Stelle says through a sigh, the line of her shoulders sinking as if under a heavy weight. “He... The coach told him to get himself a new set of Fragmentum Monster armor after the first set broke. He tried fighting another one for it and... didn’t make it.”    March’s eyes widen, a breath rushing through her lungs. The words hollow her out, her heart pounding against the crowded space of her ribcage. It’s one thing to know of suffering, to see the vestiges of it lain across the city and buried under the loose soil of the Underworlders’ words.    It’s another to witness it firsthand. Implications simply do it no justice.    “I was there, actually, when he died,” Stelle continues, a tightness to her voice that breaks March’s heart to hear. She drags an icy thumb across the bruised skin of Stelle’s cheek, and hopes it is at least somewhat comforting. “He didn’t even leave a body behind. His body was so much more Fragmentum than human that he just... disappeared. Like all the other monsters we fight.”    “I’m sorry,” March whispers, her voice barely carried by the stale breeze of the underground. Stelle just shakes her head, a smile pulling the corner of her lips up. Her eyes shine with something like mourning and an odd sort of satisfaction.    “’S not your fault. It’s that old bastard’s outside the club.”    “Wanna prank him?”    Stelle’s voice lifts, conspiratorial and gleefully vengeful, “Already did. That fight I took today was against his latest little upstart. He bet a considerable amount of money on him, thinking he was only up against a rookie up-and-comer.”    “Aren’t you... actually a rookie up-and-comer, though?”    Stelle smiles, teeth bared and eyes sharp. March’s heart does strange things in her chest. “Exactly.”    “Clever girl,” March mumbles, eyebrows raised and something akin to pride burning in her chest. Look at her little troublemaker, getting all crafty in the name of justice. “How much did he lose?”    “Enough that he can’t afford to pay another boxer for... at least another month?” Stelle mumbles, a hand on her chin as she muses through something in her head. “I might have to ask Dr. Dig to set me up to stomp a few more matches if he tries to get back on his feet through the betting corner.”    “I feel like I really shouldn’t be privy to these thoughts,” March cuts in, voice hitched and nervous. “Plausible deniability or something like that? Dan Heng told me about it once, but I kinda didn’t listen.”    “Aw, you don’t wanna be my partner in crime? After everything we’ve been through?”    “Hey. Cut it.”    Stelle pouts harder. Images of eager puppies and adorable, scraggly little creatures dance around wearing Stelle’s face in March’s head. She sighs, then wonders if all this sighing will just make her more like Dan Heng and Mr. Yang. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, foreboding and entirely too possible for her tastes.    “Fine, fine,” March acquiesces, drawing a delighted little noise from a preening Stelle, “I’ll be your confidant for all things boxing-ring-crime-associated.”    “My hero,” Stelle deadpans, earning herself a half-hearted glare that softens quickly to a sort of fond pity as March lifts her hand from the bruised—but now considerably less swollen—skin of Stelle’s cheek.    “Hey,” March whispers, placing a normal-temperature hand against Stelle’s other cheek, nudging her face just so, that their eyes meet, a scorching sun of neon yellow that melts in the aurora of March’s pinks and blues. “As your partner in crime, you know that you can always come to me if you’re feeling stressed, right?”    “You want a piece a’ this too, huh?” Stelle japes, bringing her fists up in a flimsy stance.    March tuts, covering Stelle’s raised fists with her still-cooling hand and choosing to ignore any other implications Stelle’s words might contain. “Not to fight. To talk. Like a well-adjusted adult with healthy coping mechanisms that don’t include fighting 2-meter-tall men with more muscle than brains and moustache than hair.”    “Hm. Sounds like a tricky ask, but I think I can deal.”    “Oh, fine, be that way,” March chuckles, standing up and getting ready to leave before a hand clamps down on her wrist.     “Aww, hold on, wait,” Stelle calls, dragging the words out like a groan as she lays bonelessly on her chair. “Don’t leave me, doctor. My wound still hurts ever so much, and I need you to kiss it better some more before you leave.”    Stelle’s eyes shine with that same familiar mischief March remembers seeing in her eyes during the fight. An idea pops into her head, unbidden but not entirely unwanted, and she smiles, a sly thing that curls across her lips like a wisp of smoke.    March walks up to Stelle, gait firm and confident for all of the two steps it takes to reach her side, and bends down, placing one hand against the backrest of the chair while she slips the tips of her fingers against Stelle’s chin, turning her head to the side just a smidge before pressing her lips against the purple splotch of her bruise.    Stelle, for once, seems to go completely silent. It’s as if she’s gone on power-saving mode, the way her joints seem to lock up, the way her eyes seem to stare straight through the wall of the hotel room. March, cheeks ablaze, leans back.    “Anything for my favorite patient,” she says, willing her voice steady against the drum of her heartbeat in her ears. “Feeling better now?”    Stelle stares.    And stares.    And, surprisingly enough, stares some more.    March feels the way sweat builds on the back of her neck, the tips of her ears feeling scorching hot. Still, she doesn’t look away. She’s committed, and so help her she will follow this little joke through to the end.    “Uh.” Stelle says, eloquence on full display.    March waits.    “Actually, considering that you kissed me right on the bruise, that kinda just hurt. And I mean, I did kind of ask you to kiss it better, but—”    “Oh, come here you little—” March cuts in, the tension in her gut spilling over as she grabs a hold of Stelle’s face once again, only barely managing to sneak a look at the cat-that-got-the-cream look that rolls over her before March smashes their lips together in a flimsy excuse for a first kiss.    Stelle’s hands rise to rest against March’s sides, tugging at them ever-so-slightly, a question and an invitation that March answers by lowering herself onto Stelle’s lap, uncaring of the way the chair groans under their weight as Stelle’s hands move further up, this time against the curve of her jaw and the hummingbird-thrum point of her pulse. March, for her part, contents herself with rifling her hands through the messy knots of Stelle’s hair, gossamer strands of dirty gray slipping between the spaces between her fingers as their clumsy, tooth-clacking, unceremoniously initiated and absolutely perfect kiss comes to its abrupt end, the two of them parting after what feels like somewhere in the realm of half a second or a whole eternity.    A pause. The only sound in the room is the creak of Stelle’s chair and the huff of their labored breaths as they mingle together in the scant inch of empty space between their faces. March’s eyes flit down to the glossy pink of Stelle’s lips, then back up just in time to catch her doing the same with March’s. A grin streaks across her cheeks, so wide it nearly hurts.    “You,” March finally breathes through a particularly deep breath, “are insufferable .”    “Good,” Stelle sighs, laying her nose against the crook of March’s neck and taking a deep breath in. It tickles, just a bit. March giggles. “I’ve been hoping you’d get annoyed enough to shut me up like that for a while now.”    “You could have just asked me, you know? I don’t think I’m exactly subtle about how. Um. Infatuated. I was. Am.”    Stelle’s voice glows with mirth, “Oh I know. But the greatest of treasures are rarely those that you can acquire easily.”    March’s eyes narrow. “I feel like I’ve heard you say that before. Like, when you’re talking about jumping in dumpsters and digging through trash cans.”    “I might have,” Stelle says simply, resting her chin against March’s collarbone, looking up with those eyes so full of life that March has missed so dearly.    “I really wish you didn’t compare getting a kiss to wading through trash, Stelle.”    “I didn’t, though,” she says, a whisper against the hollow of March’s neck. “Your kiss is the treasure.”    March laughs, her arms looping around Stelle’s neck to pull her close. “Charmer,” she breathes.    “Is it working?”    March tilts her head down their, lips ghosting against one another. The ice in her veins and the sun in Stelle’s eyes and the whole world of difference between them and the love that seems to tie it all together. March makes a mental note to buy herself a notepad. Romance might just drag the poet out of her kicking and screaming.    “Yeah,” she says, a thumb brushing against the side of Stelle’s lips. “Yeah, it is.”    Another kiss. Another puff of underground air, this time enough to push the window of the hotel room shut with a quiet click; the sudden quiet coats the moment in the vivid amber of March’s head, even as she wishes she had her camera to take a picture of it anyways.    No matter, March thinks through the haze of a kiss pressed against her pulse. They’ve got all the time in the world to make new memories together.         

This Moment is Ours

['Kroissant']

General Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Emotionally constipated Dan Heng, Obliviously crushing March 7th, Idiots in Love, Dorks in Love, Mutual Pining

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

1,522

1/1

19

235

9

2,334

['Lisa_Libao', 'QUEEN4SHLEY', 'Demnlex', 'Sirius_Liv', 'sarifarilari', 'carnivaria', 'AyyEmTea', 'stormEX', 'Salt3dsalt', 'Maximumlm', 'Sand_A_Man', 'A_Wild_Potato', 'Lily_Redlis', 'Bobjustbob', 'TimeTravler777master', 'Shadevyl', 'seventysix', 'DefinetlyNotME', 'Polarislyn', 'Azure__2434', 'wishtobefictional', 'empyreanmirrors', 'DanRyo', 'wlfglxy', 'SoloWingGreekie', 'DanielSprings_3065', 'raycantwrite', 'Ameri4929', '4CH3R0N', 'PlanetzPlutoz', 'nightlywispr', '4URORAS', 'quinesone', 'MysteriousMagic', 'mauliya', 'aimixx', 'scaraney', 'minaviolet', 'lidoedits', 'bella_donna418', 'Quackers645', 'zuzamiuza', 'nishaaaahhhh', 'DrunkOnTheAMs', 'Melonieu', 'JustKazuha', 'Kallan123', 'retjcehan', 'clairsentient', 'MiYukie_7']

[]

“Dan Heng, look!” The stone-faced guard paused and turned; his dark eyes on the bubbly pink-haired figure running off to the far end of the train cart. Himeko, Welt and Stelle had all turned in for the night, leaving him and March 7th alone. It was close to midnight and they finally agreed to go and retreat to their rooms and rest but of course, his optimist partner always seemed to find a way to distract herself. Visually drained, Dan Heng forced himself to follow her with a deep frown. “What’s the matter?” He asked, pausing to naturally stand next to her. Wasting no time, March points to the glass windows that reveal the cosmic landscape. “Check it, take a good look!” Dan Heng followed her gaze, arms crossed. A parade of large rock debris floated idly by. There were a few traces of satellites here and there, but nothing else was happening. “I don’t get it. What am I supposed to be looking at?” March pouted, nudging him playfully. “The stars! Duh!” “The stars?” Dan Heng echoed, sounding unimpressed. Since they embarked on the legendary Astral Express, the cosmic landscape remained steady and unchanging. Unless they were close to their next destination, (they weren’t), ninety-nine percent of the time, the outside world looked boring. “Come on, Dan Heng! You seriously can’t see it?” Dan Heng shot her a half-hearted glare. “See what?” March lets out a disgruntled groan. “Argh! Maybe it’s cause you’re looking the wrong way! Here, let me!” Her sudden closeness to his personal space made Dan Heng blink twice. Before he knew it, March grabbed hold of his right hand and raised it high. Her chilly, unwelcoming touch aroused him immediately from his split-second daze. “Right there! LOOK!” Guiding his hand, she points his finger to the direction she wanted him to see.  Ignoring his burning red neck, Dan Heng’s gaze followed where she was showing and this time, he saw it. Up ahead, he spotted a tiny glimmer of light in the far-off distance.  He tilted his head slightly, trying to make sense of the abnormally divine glow steadily passing through orbit. His eyes widened. “Is that—” “A SHOOTING STAR!” March revealed, bounced up and down excitedly, shaking their linked hands hysterically. “Isn’t it great or what?” She finally let’s go, much to Dan Heng’s slight discomfort (and the feel of losing her cold touch) as the latter proceeded to whip out her trusty teal colored camera to capture the moment. “Oh wow! This is going in my slideshow, for sure~!” Dan Heng spared a glance at the oddball girl who seemed preoccupied with her little hobby. “So, this is it? You made me stay up with you just to see a shooting star?” March paused and turned, giving him a pouty look. “Hey, come on! Don’t be like that! Not a lot of people are lucky like us to see it so close and up here in space!” She was right. Since Dan Heng decided to join the Astral Express crew, so much had happened. The invasion at the Herta Space Station, the encounter with Stelle, their first great adventure together as a team with Stelle in Belobog—it was all so familiar yet brand new.  For the first time in a long while, Dan Heng never felt a greater sense of peace and comfort. Small moments such as this one, he wouldn’t have ever predicted to witness in his lifetime. Right here and now, he felt like this was where he wanted to be, and where he belonged (like he’d ever admit it to her). Dan Heng spared a glance at his eccentric partner, a slight twitch on his thin lips as she clicked away with her device. Would she still be as sparkly and cheerful if she were here with someone else?  He wondered, eyes closing. Knowing her, she would’ve reacted the same way with either Himeko, Welt, or Conductor Pom-Pom for that matter.  Heck, even the chatterbox novice Steele was a better option, considering how they joined the crew a few weeks ago. Didn’t they deserve the chance to see this sort of rare phenomenon? Surely his boring presence alone wouldn’t make much of a difference either way for March, right? “Oho, what’s this?” Dan Heng reopened his eyes and glanced at the pink-haired girl. “Hmm?” “You had your eyes closed!” March teased, sticking out her tongue. “I know what that means~!” Dan Heng crossed his arms, giving his partner a blank look. “What?” Nevertheless, March laughed anyway. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Geez, you’re too serious! Loosen up a little!” While Dan Heng brushed her off and kept his composure, March took this opportunity to move a bit closer, once again invading his personal space. She lightly nudged his elbow, alerting him. Ebony eyes met her pink-blue ones. “So? What didya wish for?” At this, Dan Heng looked away, blushing. “…I’m not telling.” “Aww, but that’s the fun part! Come on, don’t be shy now~” He shook his head. “…Nope.” “Pretty please! I won’t tell anybody!!” “Hmm…” Dan Heng thought hard about it, trying to play along. “Okay.” “Yes!” “But on one condition.” March blinked, tipping her head. “Yeah, what is it?” “Tell me, why did you wanna see the shooting star with me?” Dan Heng finally asked, curious to know her answer. “Is it because I’m still awake or is it because you can't fall asleep?” This time, it was March’s turn to remain silent. “March?” The pink-haired girl smiled nervously, the blooming red flush on her cheeks quite evident that there might be something more. Right away, Dan Heng quickly looked elsewhere and cleared his throat, suddenly feeling uneasy. Could she possibly have her ulterior motive behind this? Or maybe he was just imagining it? Deep down, Dan Heng was hoping that maybe, there could be something more. Then again, this was March. She was the social butterfly of their group. She had a magnetic personality and everybody he knew loved her company. Knowing her, she was bound to invite any person to join her in this kind of scenario. “Never mind, this is stupid,” Dan Heng said quickly, bangs obscuring his crestfallen eyes. He was ready to march out of here and go to his room and hide and— “…Cause I wanna do this only with you, Dan Heng!” And there it was. Dan Heng turned, having his focus entirely on her. He watched as the latter squeaked and squirmed where she stood, trying her best not to look like a hot mess right now. Sparing no time, he walked over and took her cold hands with his own. Albeit her blushing, March looked up, her iridescent eyes slightly glassy and biting her lip. Dan Heng gave his partner a long, knowing look. "Do you really mean that?" He asked, his words growing softer. Her weak nod was all he needed to take the next step. He moved closer and she didn’t dare to. He tipped his head over, foreheads touching. His eyes half-closed with March doing the same. The great shooting star passed through, its brilliant light emitting a vibrant overcast on the Express engine. And yet, it didn’t seem to matter to the pair, the confusion, curiosity, and coldness replaced with a sort of sweetness, understanding and warmth. This moment was theirs alone. Both Dan Heng and March stayed that way, bodies close—one arm around his neck and her other hand placed closely against his chest while his enclosed around her waist. Lips touched, breathing even, hearts beating fast and rapid. Their kiss sparking an array of fireworks inside their stomachs. This was new, this was special and only for the two of them. It wasn’t until the vanishing light from the shooting star eventually ebbed away that reality sunk in. March was the first to pull away, cheeks still rosy and red. She looked up at her tall raven-haired partner, his usual stone-cold face melting into a rather shy, reserved one. Seeing this new look on him made March stifle a giggle. Dan Heng creased his brows, returning to his naturally, scowling look. “What?” “Nothing~” His partner replied, grinning away. She glanced over to the window, startled to see that the shooting star was no more.  “What?! It’s gone! Already?” She whined, “But I didn’t get a chance to make a wish!” “I did,” Dan Heng confessed, causing the latter to look at him with widened eyes. “Really?” March squeaked, suddenly getting jumpy. “Well, what was it? Spill the beans!” Dan Heng gave her a rare smile and leaned in. He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and tucking it behind her right ear, his hot breath tickling her exposed neck. I wanted to be with you, He wanted to say but couldn't. Instead, he decided to tease her a bit. “It came true.” He chuckled into her ear with an awfully teasing grin that mirrored hers. “What about you?” March beamed, tackling her surprised lover onto the floor and then showering him with a bunch of sweet kisses. Her answer was crystal clear.

Lie In Submission

['rakshasi']

Mature

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Himeko/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail)

Enemies, Not Beta Read, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Light Bondage, Rare Pairings, Written During 1.0 Update (Honkai: Star Rail), Morally Ambiguous Character, Angst, Manipulative Relationship, Humiliation, Spiders

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

1,153

1/1

10

262

14

3,671

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[]

Funnel spiders are the most dangerous spiders on Earth, a planet Himeko’s heard of many times, but has never visited. They belong to the order Araneida and are aptly named for their funnel-shaped webs, which open wide at the mouth of the tube. The spider sits in the narrow funnel opening and waits for prey to come in contact with the web so that it can capture and inject its venom deep into its prey’s body right at the funnel’s mouth.    -   Black eyeliner blurs across Himeko’s fingers as she adds the finishing touches to the subtle smudged liner outlining her golden eyes. Water droplets adorn her hairline like an iridescent crown because of her thick, coarse red hair, and she sweeps a hand across the top of her head to get rid of them. Himeko’s carefully tied towel starts to slip off her body, and she purses her lips with annoyance, creasing wrinkles into her skin. Himeko stands up in order to adjust it so that it won’t fall down again when she’s doing the rest of her makeup, folding her towel in the supposedly foolproof way that March 7th showed her a couple of weeks back, and resumes doing her makeup.  Himeko is almost done with her signature red lips, wiping away the scarlet lipstick that bled past the borders of her lip with the pad of her thumb when a small vial of colorless liquid, barely bigger than her index finger, catches her eye. For Himeko~ stands out against the clear glass. The neat purple cursive lettering screams for her attention, and despite unease crawling down her back, Himeko gives in to her impulses and reaches for the bottle.  Himeko never ends up touching the unknown vial. Purple holographic ropes seemingly dart out from thin air and tie Himeko’s wrists together, sharply pulling her from her vanity seat until she’s bent over her wooden vanity table with her hands grazing the mirror, her back arched like a cat. Her towel barely covers her ass, and Himeko has never regretted prioritizing her makeup over her outfit more before.  In between her panic from where the ropes manifested from and her embarrassment at being caught in such a pose, Himeko fails to notice the figure lurking in the shadows near her coffee machine until her haze of adrenaline is broken through by a sweet, honeyed voice. “Sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?” Kafka asks, emerging into the light. Her four jacket sleeves trail behind her like spider silk. Himeko whips her head around, but the ropes keep her body bound in the sorry state it's in, and her neck strains heavily with torsion.  “Kafka…” Himeko growls with barely restrained anger, and Kafka has the audacity to laugh in response, only fueling Himeko’s rage to rise to unbelievable heights.  “Darling, you asked me to visit you in person so that we could finish our little-” Kafka pauses and smirks. “Discussion.” Her eyes gleam with masochism and desire as they rove all over Himeko's bound and arched body. Himeko has her towel covering her, but she might as well be naked with the way Kafka's stripping her with her eyes. Being preyed upon by someone who incites wildfire wrath in her is a feeling that Himeko is unfamiliar with, a sensation that her body does quite know how to handle yet.  In hindsight, Himeko should have known better than to issue such a bold challenge like that to Kafka during their first interaction. She’s heard all about Kafka’s meticulous plans. She uses every finger of hers to spin an inescapable funnel by anticipating the other person’s every move. The other person ceases to exist as a person to Kafka, becoming just some prey she can toy around with until the Stellaron Hunters tell her what to do with them. Sometimes, Kafka moves around all of the pieces of the puzzle like the silken fibers of a spider web simply because she can , out of boredom, for pleasure.  “I didn’t mean like this ,” Himeko grits out, shaking her head, and the motion causes her careful towel folding to slide out of place. With a small, edged laugh, Kafka comes close to Himeko and pulls up her towel to keep her decent, dragging her fingers along Himeko’s skin. The path they take burns red into her body, parting tanned skin into rows like the Red Sea.  Fire is something that Himeko is intimately acquainted with, and desire stirs the kindling of a wildfire seated in Himeko’s lower belly that she recognizes, but refuses to acknowledge. Wetness starts to gather between Himeko’s thighs in response to the heat pooling down there. “Your wish is my command,” Kafka whispers, her lips ghosting the shell of Himeko’s ear. Lust trickles down her spine, and Himeko can’t help but respond to how close Kafka’s body is to hers by arching more into her. The various buttons littered across Kafka’s outfit dig into Himeko through her towel.  Kafka chuckles smugly and reaches over Himeko’s bound hands to get the glass vial that triggered all of these events. She pops open the glass cork and pours the unknown liquid all over the ropes that bind Himeko’s wrists together, causing the purple ropes to flicker once and then, once again.  The liquid is much colder than Himeko expected and settles deep into her bones as it drips down her forearms. The iciness reminds Himeko that her wildfire wrath towards Kafka is still burning furiously and that she needs to temper her desire with the solid reins of shame that she wants to ruin her mortal enemy and let her mortal enemy ruin her back. Himeko twists away from Kafka as much as she can with her restraints,  and smugness makes a home out of Kafka’s painted lips.   “Alright darling, it’s time for me to go,” Kafka purrs and pulls away from Himeko. “Wait, Kafka, come back,” Himeko shouts at Kafka’s receding back, struggling against the slowly loosening ropes. “How long is this going to take?” But no answer comes from the dark.  Kafka’s gone just like that, and Himeko’s left cold, cold, cold, still bound across her vanity table in a flimsy towel wrapped around her, with nothing but her rage and lust to warm her body until the liquid causes the purple holographic ropes to dissolve into nothingness, freeing her from Kafka’s hold.   -   The antidote to the main toxin in funnel spider venom is only effective if injected intravenously into victims soon after they have been bitten and often takes several hours to completely remove the effects of a funnel spider’s bite from one’s system. Kafka’s ropes stain Himeko’s skin like shibari imprints. She wears two gloves instead of her characteristic one for the rest of the day until her hands are all clear of overlapping rope marks and her head is all clear of her blazing desire for Kafka.

the wedding bells go unsung

['jpsjpsjpsJUPES']

Explicit

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Blade/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang (Honkai: Star Rail), Sushang (Honkai: Star Rail)

dubcon, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Omega Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Bottom Dan Heng, Top Blade, pretty off and on dubcon—very close to noncon at times, former mates, they’re basically divorcées, bite removal

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

4,231

1/1

55

2,755

390

33,976

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[]

The Starskiff Haven is exactly what the name requires it to entail, a Starskiff dockyard turned refugee camp. The Luofu usually keeps their trade in their main hubs, separate from their dockyard, but even so the place is eerily quiet without the constant mechanical hum of compass pins flitting north and south, the whir of the Starskiff wings, the talk of the engineers. In the haste of the general and the divination commission, it’s turned to the dockyard to a necessary ghost town. Dang Heng frowns when they arrive. “This isn’t where I need to be,” he insists, “you—or I—need to get in touch with the general; he’s met my friends, and we need to rendezvous as soon as possible. Do you understand?” Sushang’s face is a blank slate void of understanding or even hearing him. She does not bear the armor of the Cloud Knights that he’s used to, and so he has a hard time believing her word. Luocha next to Dang Heng shuffles absentmindedly. It’s a wonder who let him in. “Are there places to rest?” “Yes,” Sushang answers confidently. “There’s actually still a hotel for honored guests, which I’ll guide you both into. You, silent and deadly,” Dang Heng frowns, “I will talk to the divination commission for you. Who was it again that you said you needed to meet?” “The Astral Express—Jin Yuan will know who I’m talking about, just—” he groans under his breath. Frustration builds at his temples and comes out of his ears like steam. “I can’t stay here for long. You’re not reusing beds, are you?” Sushang actually looks offended. Luocha laughs at her expression. “Of course not; not only is that unsanitary, it’s unsightly. No, we don’t reuse beds, silent but deadly. And besides, the place I’m taking you is top of the order. They clean everything before and after use. Since you’ve never been here before, with your outsider clothes, I’ll make sure to remove that remark from my memory.” Dan Heng bites his tongue. “Fine,” he says. This place, a blight in comparison to his memory of the Xianzhou, makes his skin crawl. “Just hurry.”  The hotel is fine, it’s got those long golden mara tendrils that he loved so much. He reaches out while they climb the spiraling, wide staircase to the front door with his fingertips only. The ivy reacts, wiggling under attention like a living creature. The leaves and petals on the main length are gold-colored, bronze and orange accents flourishing in the sunlight. He lets himself smile at a memory, and then makes it fall before they reach the top. Every hotel looks the same once you’re inside; expedition after expedition, costs paid after costs paid, and they all begin to blur. Dan Heng barely even notices the decorations on the walls and the rugs on the floor. Footstep after footstep. The smells of this place are overwhelming. The cologne and accents of bleach are bad enough, but Dan Heng can smell the families that have been evacuated, people he used to know. “Secondary gender?” The clerk asks. Dan Heng bristles like a startled cat. It’s been a long time since someone asked him that.  “Why?” Dan Heng asks. Luocha answers easily beside him, alpha. Not surprising in the slightest. Sushang shuffles on the far right, not answering because she’s not staying.  “We have separated wings,” the clerk answers without looking up. He gives Luocha a red keycard, etched with an insignificant number. Luocha thanks Sushang for her hospitality and guidance, and then leaves. Dan Heng puffs out leftover air from his nostrils that carried his scent.  “Omega,” Dan Heng answers quietly. Sushang barks an unexpected laugh. “Didn’t expect that, silent but deadly, but I suppose secondary genders can be deceiving! If you want off that tram, Cloud Knights don’t discriminate. We could use a cannon like you.” A new film of concern flashes over her eyes. Dan Heng’s stomach sinks like a cherry pit. “No thank you,” Dan Heng says. He wants to say a million things and nothing both at once. He’d do anything to be off the Xianzhou, or at least be reunited with Welt and Caelus and March. “Please, don’t forget to contact the divination commission. I gave you my number. Let me know immediately when we can depart.” Sushang salutes him. “Aye, aye, I’ll contact Fu Xuan and I’ll let you know.” The clerk offers him a green keycard, laminated and easy to fit in his hand. Second floor, some odd number. His hands run over the cool gold etching of the numbers for half a second before he wills himself to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut and tell Sushang farewell, however briefly. He runs his tongue over his molars and his sharp canines. If you see a man with dark blue hair and red eyes please tell me, he practices saying. Dark blue hair and red eyes. If you see someone with dark blue hair and red eyes. “Thank you for your hospitality.” “You’re so polite,” Sushang laughs. “Get a cat nap in, and I’ll contact you once they reply. Get ready to move in a jiff if the Gen’ knows who you’re talking about.” “I will.” Dan Heng does not smile, nor bow, just turns on his heel without moving his feet and leaves up the stairs. The stairs, not the elevators. Enclosed spaces are the last thing he needs. He makes the steps upward in galloping strides, skipping over every other step. He makes the trek to his room, counting the numbers, in less than three minutes. Dan Heng swipes the keycard into the slit and enters without a sound. The window is closed, but it’s so stuffy in here he opens it. The bed is a queen, single suite, with a computer and a desk and a kitchenette and a bathroom on the other side. They have a pot for coffee and two mugs. Bowls and some protein rice are in the cabinets, emergency food for the evacuees. He checks the bathtub and behind the curtain. He searches beneath the bed and under the desk and on top of the kitchen cabinets before he’s able to rest. Even though he knows he’s alone, Blade’s lingering voice on the Astral Express sends his heart jackrabbiting. The knowledge that he’s here—could be here, anywhere, unrests the part of Dan Heng that could be soothed by being in a safe haven. Stellaron Hunters don’t care about rules, or civility, they care about what benefits them alone. If infiltrating Starskiff Haven proves beneficial to their purpose here, they’ll be here. And Blade will find him. He kicks off his shoes despite his growing anxiety, and forces himself to lie on the bed. He keeps his sword in his sheath, in his hand that floats off the bed, and lies on the pillows. They’re soft and without structure, moving to engulf his head completely. Dan Heng’s vision becomes half-blurred with pillow white, staring at the amber lights of the kitchenette in his peripheral vision. Sleep calls to him, but he refuses to answer. He lets his eyes go to half-lid but no more; he waits for Sushang’s call in silence, only the hammering of his blood vessels in his ears and his subtle breathing fill the room with sound.   After a little while, Dan Heng lets his sword gently be placed on the ground. He lets it drop, without moving, and presses his hands to his heart. Staying on the bed, still, allowing his body to rest, makes his eyelids heavy. He’s comfortable on his hip but he’s still aware of his joints; the hardness of his hip bone from laying on his side is like a knife’s hilt against the rest of the bed. He breathes a deep breath of air, filling his lungs to the brim through his nose, and leans his middle backwards, into something. Dan Heng’s eyes fly back open as a hand gently caresses his belly over his clothes, a mouth to the inside of his throat against his shoulder. “Finally,” Blade says. “It was so sweet of you to open the window for me.” Fuck. “I could smell you all the way from the dockyard, can you believe that? So many years apart, and I could smell you like you never left at all.” “Left?” Dan Heng barks. A fresh ripple of anger floods through him, as he yanks Blade’s hand off of the height of his belly and wheels away from him. He almost falls off the bed ungracefully, but saves it and lands on his feet, leaning on the bed so hard his hands leave imprints. Blade is laying just behind where Dan Heng just was, his hand still on the comforting imprint of Dan Heng’s leftover warmth. “You chased me out, you don’t get to change the story. You said you’d kill me.” “I was going to,” Blade laughs. He folds his arms beneath his head and looks at him with lidded eyes. Dan Heng’s smell—the smell of his former mate—elicits a strange response from Blade. It makes him affectionate, for once in his life. He breathes lungfuls of air just to get his fill. “But then I saw you again—how could I forget what you were like? So pretty. You smell just how I remember you.” “Oh, so I should just believe you?” Dan Heng bares his teeth to snarl a warning. Blade purrs in response. “Get out. I’m not even your priority. The Stellaron is.” “How can you say that? You’ve always been a priority to me. .” Blade’s voice trails off. He cocks his head, removing his folded arms and planting them on the bed so he can get a better angle. His body moves as languidly as a snake, angles disappearing into curves; Blade’s voice falters and then his smile, into a flat disappointed line. Without thinking, Dan Heng smacks a hand over his bare claim. “What did you do?” “Not any of your business.” Dan Heng says, but he falters, too. The claim feels tingly under his hand, like the scar tissue didn’t heal properly after the surgery. It was years ago, that Welt got rid of his biting mark. He remembers that same film of concern flash over his eyes, and his mouth open. He held Dan Heng’s shoulders and they talked in hushed tones, by themselves, for hours. Did your alpha hurt you , no, not yet; what happened, too much, can’t explain; are you sure you want it gone? it may hurt, dan heng, you may not be prepared. it’ll be like losing a piece of you, I know; we’ll make it happen, dan heng, thank you. “It was a long time ago.” Dan Heng says after a long pause. He swallows against the rapidly drying of his throat. Blade’s eyes are flitting between his hand covering the claim, and then his eyes, searching his face for the joke. Dan Heng’s stomach pit grows and grows from anxiety into pain. He lets loose a whimper under his breath. There’s a growing stink of disappointed alpha floating in the air that he can’t scoot away from. Blade’s scent screams disappointed—hurt—angry—alone. Dan Heng’s smell responds in tow, sorry—sorry—sorry. “You didn’t,” Blade says. “Show me. Come here.” Dan Heng doesn’t move. Blade snarls, the stink in the air turning to angry—angry—angry, and Dan Heng steps forward to make the scent so thick, so suffocating. A headache blooms behind his eyelids. “Here, Dan Heng.” Dan Heng crawls back onto the bed and into Blade’s waiting arms, against his chest, on top of the pillows. He presses his nose into Blade’s chest and opens his mouth to taste his smell. At the same time, Blade is pushing Dan Heng’s hair back to inspect the bare claim. He makes a noise like a hiccuping bark, in-between rage and sorrow, and clutches at the thinnest part of Dan Heng’s waist. Welt did an excellent job removing it, there’s not even a scar where Blade’s teeth used to be. The nerves are permanently frayed, but there’s no scab, no lines—everything healed well within a couple of years, leaving nothing but the memory. Blade is trembling. Don’t bite me, don’t bite me, Dan Heng keeps thinking of saying but he’s brushing his bare cheek against Blade’s shirt. There’s a logical fragment of Dan Heng’s brain that’s screaming against the violation—of Blade’s closeness—of the way he lingers on top of Dan Heng. And the rest of him is purring, opening up, leaking. He opens his legs by throwing his right leg on top of Blade’s hip. He’s seeking out the comfort he used to be entitled to. Blade responds in kind, grabbing him by his thigh and then pulling them close, crotch-to-crotch. Blade’s cock is tenting his pants, rubbing against the front of Dan Heng’s cunt, making it pulse. “Fuck you,” Blade hisses. He unclasps the buttons that keep Dan Heng’s shirt together, removing it first, and then his pants. He leaves the clothes open and doesn’t bother to completely remove them. Dan Heng’s eyes widen briefly, starting to wriggle, and Blade presses the flat of his palm against the claim. “Dan Heng, soothe, soothe.” Dan Heng’s eyes flutter shut. His belly rises and falls with even breaths. Blade presses a kiss to Dan Heng’s lips, licking against his bottom lip, and his teeth when Dan Heng opens his mouth pliantly. Clarity refuses to come when Blade is so close, soothing him, soothing the omega that’s been without. “Can you even function without a bite?” Blade asks. He kisses at Dan Heng’s chin as he pushes in his middle finger into Dan Heng’s cunt, letting him contract and tighten around the intrusion. The answer doesn’t come verbally, but Dan Heng tries to think. The feeling of being bonded may remain forever, and the removal of the bite has the potential of not being helpful in that regard, but. . Welt said, back when they were discussing the pros and cons of the surgery. It may alleviate physical symptoms. Have you noticed you haven’t been having restful sleep without your mate? Yes, he had noticed. That’s a symptom of the claim. It’s physiology. Psychology, too. It encourages mates to stay together if you get physical relief by being together. Every day, back then, Dan Heng would fucking ache without Blade by his side, at his back, inside of him— so it’ll be a welcome turn of events to be able to sleep by yourself. And, if this is something you may want for the future of yourself—potential future mates may not be an option. After the removal, it may not be. .viable. “Love you like this,” Blade says. He takes the weight of Dan Heng’s right leg over him and pulls him completely on top. He still uses his fingers, but he fucks up into him like he would with his cock. Dan Heng gets an eyeful of throat, and a lungful of one of the strongest areas of Blade’s scent. He pushes his nose into Blade’s scent gland, earning an appraising purr. “Missed you like this, omega.” Dan Heng can hardly speak as it is, but he bites back a response until his tongue bleeds. He delves back to the memory, but his hips buck into Blade’s awaiting palm without warning. It may be impossible for other alphas to mate you, unless, and then Welt had paused. Dan Heng’s insides itched, begging to be bred, but he shut his legs tightly on his futon and tried to keep listening. Unless it’s the same alpha in the same spot. Consider it as if you were reopening an injury by cutting open the tissue, or straining a muscle after you’d just pulled it. The removal is just that, a removal, but a former mate could force you to be mated again. “Taking three like a princess,” Blade rumbles. He’s fucking three fingers in slow, his palm cupping the upper end of Dan Heng’s cunt, and his clit, rubbing in circles while he grinds on Dan Heng’s insides. “I bet you’re ready for my cock again. Gods, it’s been long, hasn’t it?” “Don’t,” Dan Heng rasps. “Don’t touch me there.” “What?” Blade laughs like oncoming thunder crackles. “Don’t joke around, Dan Heng, I’m already touching you there. You’re weeping for it. Don’t you feel how slick you are?” He takes the hand that isn’t inside of Dan Heng to wrap it around the back of his neck. He pushes forward and shoves Dan Heng’s mouth and nose directly into the scent gland on Blade’s throat, overwhelming his senses and short circuiting his protests. Dan Heng writhes—he clutches frantically at the top of Blade’s shoulders, breathing in him with his mouth open. There’s a brief—in the haze, only a gasp—moment of clarity where he chooses to bite on the skin that would be a claim on an omega. Blade howls a boisterous laugh. “Don’t you want it?” Blade says uproariously, the back-and-forth little more than a joke to him. His voice lowers a fraction, rubbing circles up and down the small of Dan Heng’s back, beneath his shirt. Dan Heng’s skin is flushed, almost burning. Blade’s mouth is in his hair when he says, soothingly, “I’d never give you anything you didn’t want or couldn’t handle, mate. My mate. Beloved.”  “I don’t—I don’t. .”  “Don’t think,” Blade says, his chest rumbling a purr so hard it vibrates Dan Heng’s chest against Blade’s own. “Just feel me.” All Dan Heng can feel is Blade. He whimpers at the loss of fullness when Blade removes his fingers from his insides, and even when it’s replaced by Blade’s cock breaching in-between Dan Heng’s folds, the length of it briefly brushing against his clit, he still whimpers. He clutches at Blade’s arms and presses his cheek back into Blade’s chest, opening up to the feeling of being full again. He cries out when Blade gets halfway. Blade stops, chest heaving. He takes both of his hands to rub circles into Dan Heng’s temple with his thumbs, and then brush his side and his back. His hands are fleeting in every spot, trying to find the source of discomfort without having to ask. The scent of the room goes from breed—breed—breed, straight into concern—worry—sorry. “How do I soothe you?” Blade asks under his breath. “What’s the trouble, Dan Heng?” “Don’t touch me,” Dan Heng insists. He tries to reject the sensory input that’s making his brain fuzzy but it comes out a pitiful objection. He rocks back onto Blade’s cock without thinking, seeking comfort. A surprised, but relaxed, exhale puffs out of Blade’s mouth when he seeks to sink completely on top of Blade’s cock. “You wanna ride me?” Blade asks. His hands touch over his hips—just as fleeting, but wanting. His eyes watch Dan Heng’s face. “I don’t have to touch you there.” “No, don’t touch me—don’t touch. .” Dan Heng pauses. Everything feels too much. The bare claim is screaming for Blade’s teeth. He’s wracking his brain for even a hint at the right word, but everything’s coming back up fuzzball. Words are hard, Blade shushes him into his hair. He’s so loving. Dan Heng’s eyes water. “The bite,” Dan Heng squeaks out. Don’t touch the bite. “There’s no bite,” Blade whispers. Maybe he thinks it’ll trick Dan Heng. That part of his memory is fragmenting reality—making him think the bite is still there, and if Blade makes him confront that it’s not, he might unspool. “Do you want me to bite you there?” “No,” Dan Heng says. “No bites, no touching. Just—just get inside me, Blade,” he finishes. He’s curling himself on top of him, face down into Blade’s sternum as he grinds himself on Blade’s cock. It feels like the head of his dick goes directly to Dan Heng’s cervix, making him full and his thoughts incomprehensible. He can’t remember the last time he got properly bred by his former mate. “Of course,” Blade says, quiet as a lamb. He watches as Dan Heng sits up with the feeling of being wanted, sought after; when he leans back he grimaces, scrunching his nose and pursing his lips. Blade lets him feel it—the length, the girth, the way his body’s meant to take Blade’s cock even after all these years. Dan Heng looks away from Blade’s eyes only to miss the affection in them, the knowledge that this peace won’t last burns behind Dan Heng’s eyelids and dries his mouth.  “Kiss me,” Blade says. His scent screams want—want—want, and, though Dan Heng is nervous to comply, he falls forward and, holding onto Blade’s chest, kisses him. It’s an unhurried, languid kiss, noses smashed together until they find their rhythm. Blade grabs him by the inside of his thighs and pushes him up, halfway off his cock, and then lowering him back down. He never jolts Dan Heng out of his compliant daze, never shocks him; he touches him gently and firmly, and makes sure he’s taken care of. Dan Heng could cry, and he peels himself off of Blade’s lips to pant next to his ear. “It’s not fair,” he murmurs. Blade fits another finger inside of Dan Heng while he listens, pushing the skin aside and brushing Dan Heng’s clit. His eyes flicker over to watch Dan Heng’s face, red and sweating and beautiful, pant from the overstimulation. “You want me dead.” “How could I want you dead when you’re the only person who gets me?” Blade asks. Dan Heng’s not in heat, so he edges him—makes Dan Heng’s impending orgasm come slowly, his own building. His knot rises, full. When he lowers Dan Heng’s cunt back onto his base, they both share a groan at the feeling. “Who I fit like this into—you may have cut off our bond, but I did not forget. Do you understand? I’ve been searching for you.” “To murder me.” Dan Heng corrects quietly. “Quiet,” Blade snarls. Dan Heng shuts his mouth with an audible click of his teeth. When Blade pushes him up, again, he lets him fall by removing his hands entirely. Dan Heng makes a sound like a cry; Blade does it again, and again, until it’s Dan Heng’s cunt that’s pumping him to his orgasm. Dan Heng is hiccuping against his chest, asking him to slow—slow down, Blade, fuck. It’s a punishment for bringing up the past, Dan Heng knows it is, but he can’t ignore it. The relentless fucking, the way he’s slamming Dan Heng back onto the base where his knot flares hurts, but he’s too attached to being full to object. The last thing he’d want is to get Blade to remove him before they got stuck. “Easy,” Dan Heng pleads into Blade’s chest. “Close,” Blade groans. Dan Heng knows he won’t be listened to so he doesn’t waste the breath. He holds steadfast onto Blade’s shoulders and tucks his face into his throat, biting back the accusations—the pleas—and keeps his mouth shut. The next time Dan Heng feels his knot, it slips inside from the momentum, and then Blade is coming. The feeling of being come into is a sensation he’d almost forgotten, but it’s hot and overwhelming and he feels the spurts come and come, coating his walls and trying to pour out. Blade’s sigh of relief is deafening. The feeling of being bred makes Dan Heng come, slicking up the knot and trying to get it deeper inside. He pushes back on the knot and Blade’s face scrunches in brief agony, reaching down to hold onto Dan Heng’s hips. “Down, boy,” Blade murmurs. Dan Heng stifles a whine into Blade’s throat and lets himself indulge in the feeling of Blade’s come, the way it fills him to the fucking brim, all over the insides of his belly, teetering on the edge of knocking him up. He can’t imagine his humiliation explaining it to Himeko and Welt; but he sighs into the expanse of Blade’s throat instead of thinking about it. He can’t think about any one thing for long anyway.  “That’s it, good boy,” Blade says. Blade takes one hand from Dan Heng’s hips when he knows he’s calmed down to comb his fingers through his hair. “Just let me give you a family, beloved.” Dan Heng was explicitly told this wouldn’t happen after the bite removal, but he’s fond of the idea of being given puppies after trying to be so good for Blade. A couple of minutes later, Dan Heng’s phone goes off with a message from Sushang. Still entangled, Blade turns on Dan Heng’s phone to peek at the message. All good with Fu Xuan, omw. . . Blade texts back: no need. got a ride. thanks anyway. He turns off the phone to wrap his arms around Dan Heng’s back, where he’s fallen asleep on top of Blade, his cock still steadily pumping come into Dan Heng’s insides. The gentle breaths of Dan Heng when he’s asleep forces a part of Blade’s heart to hurt. He turns them both to the side to put Dan Heng’s face into his chest, hiding him from the lights outside.

simulated you-niverse

['lightshift']

General Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Herta's Simulated Universe, Fluff, Pining, Awkward Caelus

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

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Caelus enters Herta’s Simulated Universe with a sense of foreboding. “I’ve updated the program recently,” was all she had said to him before he’d entered her office earlier. “I have to head off soon, so let’s make this quick.” Then, without properly explaining the details of her changes, she’d tossed him straight into the simulation. It quickly becomes evident to Caelus what the changes are. Because once the world of the simulation takes shape around him and his companions materialise at his side, Simulated March grins at him and waves. “Heya, Caelus!” Ah... So the versions of his companions that Herta had loaded into the simulation have actual personalities now. Previously, they’d been silent and almost robotic in nature, only matching his real friends in terms of combat style and physical appearance. It had been rather unsettling, admittedly, to journey through a simulation with these voiceless, emotionless clones of his companions, but he’d eventually gotten used to the uncanniness of the whole situation. “Hey, March.” Caelus returns the greeting, and she grins at him. It’s rather accurate to the usual way in which she smiles. He wonders how Herta had managed to program a personality for his friends, but he expects that the technical aspect of it all would be far too complicated for him to understand. Herta isn’t exactly the best at explanations, either. Simulated Dan Heng doesn’t say anything, but he offers Caelus a nod of acknowledgement. So they begin the trials. It’s far more pleasant than Caelus’s usual experiences in the Simulated Universe, now that the companions with him are more than just silent clones. It’s much more lively, especially with Simulated March chattering away by his side, and it's a marked improvement from the previous version of the program. Caelus feels a lot less alone. Dan Heng, though... Well, something about this simulated version of him feels... off. Maybe it’s the way he looks at Caelus. Dan Heng’s gaze is typically ever so guarded, his eyes cautious and analytical in the way they survey everything in each environment and encounter. Simulated Dan Heng, however, glances towards Caelus’s direction far more frequently than normal, and even offers him a small smile every time Caelus glances back to meet his eyes. Real Dan Heng doesn’t smile nearly as much, and Caelus drinks in the sight of it here with a silent wonder. It’s prettier than it has any right to be, and Caelus can’t help but find it a pity that Dan Heng doesn’t smile this much in real life. He just seems considerably more relaxed around Caelus than real Dan Heng ever allows himself to be. There’s a quiet warmth to him that’s surprising, considering how used Caelus has gotten to the aloof, reserved manner in which Dan Heng typically conducts himself. Simulated March, on the other hand, seems mostly similar to how she normally acts. Bubbly, sweet as sugar, talkative as always. Does Herta simply have a better understanding of March’s personality than she does with Dan Heng? Somehow, Caelus doubts that’s the reason. He’s pretty sure Herta’s well-aware of how Dan Heng's actually like. His cold disposition is pretty hard to miss. Perhaps Dan Heng’s personality was simply more difficult for her to program? Caelus can only speculate; there’s no knowing what the real explanation is for now. Once the final battle is over, Simulated Dan Heng turns to Caelus and then reaches to squeeze his hand. What? Caelus stiffens in surprise, because regular Dan Heng wouldn’t initiate physical contact on his own accord. But his hand is warm and his fingers fit perfectly between Caelus’s own, and for some reason, Caelus suddenly forgets how to breathe. Are lungs supposed to have a function? Apparently not, at least right now. “You did great back there,” Simulated Dan Heng says, and then—without warning—he’s leaning in closer to press soft lips to Caelus’s cheek. Caelus's brain joins his lungs in ceasing all regular operation. It short-circuits right then and there, and it's difficult to imagine it'll ever work properly again. In the next moment, Dan Heng withdraws, and Caelus stands there, still as stone, gawking at him. “Um... W-what?” Subconsciously, Caelus lifts a hand to touch the place where Dan Heng had kissed. His cheek is tingling with a dancing spark of heat. “You okay over there?” March giggles beside him. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Caelus stares at Dan Heng. A ghost? No, but he thinks ghosts might be more normal than what just happened. “Why did you...” Caelus’s face is burning. The feeling of the kiss still lingers. Distantly, in the back of his mind, he’s aware that his reaction to something so simple is ridiculously juvenile. And on top of that, this is all just nothing but a simulation. But it’d been difficult to remember that fact when Dan Heng had leaned in—it’d felt so real, with Dan Heng’s breath tickling his face, and the soft texture of lips warm against his skin.  “Caelus?” Simulated Dan Heng tilts his head, watching him expectantly, and still Caelus struggles to find words. “I...” Caelus’s mind continues to refuse normal operation. Perhaps it is a mercy that he’s saved from having to formulate coherent speech, thanks to the system’s built-in countdown—his time here is temporary, and the Simulated Universe soon dissolves around him in a wash of pixels.     Caelus exits the simulation in the same daze. He’s back in Herta’s office in the real world, where he proceeds to stare at the wall in front of him for an unnaturally long time. “...Caelus?” He opens his mouth to say something, but all words elude him. Herta studies his face, tapping her foot impatiently. “Don’t just stand there gaping like a goldfish,” she says. “So? How was it?” “Well...” A flicker of a memory resurfaces at that moment. The touch of warm lips against his cheek—Dan Heng’s lips, Dan Heng’s hand in his, Dan Heng looking at him with a gaze enough to make his heart speed up—and once again now, even just at the memory of it. “It was fine, nothing weird at all, everything’s just peachy!” The words feel clumsy as they rush out of him, hasty and poorly processed. “I, uh, I gotta head off now. See you!” He speeds out of her office before she can probe him for further details. It’d be far too embarrassing to have to discuss what exactly had happened, and Caelus gets the feeling he's going to need plenty of time to process all this on his own.     Admittedly, Caelus is finding it hard to give their meeting his fullest attention. They’re discussing their next trailblazing expedition, and Caelus knows this is an important briefing, but it’s difficult to focus when Dan Heng is right next to him—the same Dan Heng who’d held his hand and kissed his cheek, if only in a simulation. Dan Heng’s hand is mere inches from his own. Caelus can’t help but study it, each digit long and elegant and ever so tempting to hold, now that Caelus had been allowed a taste of just how might feel. Would it feel the same as it had back in the Simulated Universe, if Caelus were to reach for it now and lace their fingers together? Would his hand be just as warm? Then he looks up to Dan Heng’s face, a strange little part of him mourning the fact that Dan Heng isn’t looking back at him. Instead his eyes are trained on Welt, who’s in the midst of droning on and on about the briefing, because unlike Caelus, Dan Heng's actually paying attention. There’s that cold gaze to Dan Heng as per normal, the blue of his irises a gorgeous shade but hard as ice. His eyes are still beautiful, of course, but with a guarded regality that makes it difficult not to long for the softness with which they’d looked upon Caelus back in the simulation. Caelus’s gaze drifts again, this time lowering to Dan Heng’s lips. They had felt so soft against his cheek. And how had he never noticed how pink and inviting they were before? How would they taste, if Caelus were to— He’s dragged out of his thoughts by a jab to his arm. “Caelus?” He blinks, snapping out of his reverie to find everyone’s eyes on him. Ah, it’d been March who’d nudged him, and she’s now frowning at him with evident concern. “Uh...” he clears his throat, “sorry. What’s up?” “You’ve been zoning out for a while there.” Himeko tilts her head. “Something on your mind?” Well, yes. A lot actually. But he can’t exactly tell them that he’d been thinking about holding Dan Heng’s hand and reminiscing about the feel of Dan Heng’s lips on his cheek. Daydreaming about how they might feel somewhere else—surely they'd feel even better against his own. Dan Heng is right there, right next to him, and Caelus knows all it'd take to test that hypothesis would be to throw all reservations to the wind, to lean in, to give in to his impulses and let his instincts take over from there. But he can't do that. So instead, Caelus shakes his head. “Just... a little tired.” Welt nods with understanding. “Then let’s wrap up soon, so we can all get some rest. But for that, I’ll need your closest attention.” Caelus rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'll do my best." To his credit, Caelus does try. That doesn't mean he's successful.     “Is something the matter?” Dan Heng asks Caelus, when they’re walking down the corridor together after their meeting concludes. Caelus knows he'd been acting weird throughout the meeting, even after he'd been called out for not paying attention. But can he really be blamed for that? Anyway, being alone with Dan Heng like this right now isn’t good for Caelus’s heart. Not when his thoughts constantly drift to the desire to close the distance between them—to investigate whether that simulation had really been accurate to how the real thing would feel. “N-nothing,” Caelus manages, but he knows from the burning sensation in his face that he isn’t being particularly convincing. Dan Heng studies him for a moment, before exhaling and looking away. “If you say so.”  

you stained my heart with blood (now drink me up).

['gattuso']

Explicit

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Murder Husbands, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Blood Kink, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, Wall Sex, Porn with Feelings, Top Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Bottom Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

471

1/1

40

632

64

10,701

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[]

          he's burning hot, the smell of drying blood making his mind whirl with intensity. they shouldn't be doing this—fucking in the middle of a room whilst a body lay unmoving, eyes open but unseeing, their blood splattered across the pristine walls. his mind goes blank, high on the pounding of the thrusts into his body, messing up his insides and ruining him for anybody else.   "dan—" he breathes out, a whine in the back of his throat escaping as the cock inside of him stops, pinning him to the wall and keeping him there.   danheng looks down at him with a bloody smile, green eyes dark and dangerous, yet soft. "hm, caelus?" he presses into caelus more, hips hard against the back of caelus' thighs. "do you like that?"   caelus lets out a broken moan and nods. "i like—ah!" a thrust. "i like it, i like it." another. "danheng..." he drags the name out, gripping onto danheng's shoulders as he starts to move again.   danheng leans in to map his lips over the golden skin, biting marks into caelus' flesh. he threads their fingers together above caelus' head, legs straining to keep them upright as he thrusts in a slow pace. caelus whimpers and brings danheng closer to mouth at his neck, sucking and kissing, claiming as he shakes to his core.   "close—" caelus says with a gasp. "i'm close, dan, please."   danheng groans, feeling the clenching of caelus' walls surrounding his cock, and he thrusts with meaning, cruel and uncontrollable. his legs give in and their bodies slide down to the bloodied floor, but danheng never lets go, never releases his cock from caelus' warmth, and keeps him there against the wall. caelus' thighs tremble as they wrap tighter around danheng's waist, helpless as he whines high in his throat and comes.   "fuck, you're so beautiful, caelus," danheng says against his neck before catching caelus' lips in a harsh kiss, teeth sharp and tongues rough.   he ruts into him now, seeking his own pleasure as he buries himself into caelus' warmth, never wanting this moment to end. their lips break apart, danheng biting at caelus' lips and kissing elsewhere—his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. he bites down there, blood spilling and body stilling as he comes into caelus, and caelus clenches down onto him, keeping danheng where he belongs.   "mm, feels good," caelus whispers into his ear.   danheng's hands release caelus' to wrap around his body and licks at the blood leaking through the small wound. caelus moves his own to caress danheng's face, fingers tracing delicate taps against his features before he leans down to kiss the corner of danheng's eye.   the unsaid words linger in the air, but danheng thinks being connected with caelus is more than enough, a soft smile on his bloody lips.          

musings over tea

['lagaburung (berryargento)']

General Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Yukong/Tingyun (Honkai: Star Rail)

Yukong (Honkai: Star Rail), Tingyun (Honkai: Star Rail)

Retrospective, One-Sided Attraction, Xianzhou Luofu Spoilers, Character Study

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

464

1/1

74

3

933

['Sixerry', 'MushiMushiMushroom', 'projectning', 'rock_with_googly_eyes', 'Morayne', 'Vanillaspaghetti', 'Softis_Neleris', 'beefwrites', 'hani88', 'decideyourfate', 'iLoveMarsha', 'ProducingTrashyContent', 'stonekyul', 'thedutchbaby', 'ordeska', 'DesertGale', 'Erin_Zhang', 'mewontree', 'Yui_samidare', 'otwandomova', 'Kogash1', 'Goodbye_Galaxy', 'Korablick', 'FaceTheMajor5', 'krysha', 'skyearashi', 'LihoTheBlackCat', 'Xenpachii', 'Sonozaki_Ritsuka', 'NIN_XU', 'SALT6x5', 'happycurlypb', 'Kotofeila', 'megsdoll', 'avlencxi', 'starkindred', 'Flusion', 'Phaeril', 'A_Wild_Moo_Moo', 'QuasimodosDreams', 'p0ison_oak']

[]

Whenever she started her day in the Sky-Faring Commission, a similar thought would always cross Tingyun’s mind. Her work life policy was simple: leaving a letter behind before the day started, and then when she was back, she would burn it and forget the content, except this particular one was constantly at the back of her mind. It was Madam Yukong’s offer for Tingyun to inherit the title of Helm Master of the Sky-Faring Commission. Everyone knew Tingyun as a silver-tongued Foxian, her presence and tactics as a businesswoman was unparalleled between all, and she would claim that she wasn’t a fighter. Xianzhou Luofu with the blessing from Reignbow Arbiter has always been one who measured strength over everything else, but then Tingyun could say that being a tactician is her greatest strength, as well as a flaw. Tingyun would always avoid confrontation, trying her best to talk things out instead speaking with fists. It could be said that she gained her name through unorthodox means, and also the one that garnered Madam Yukong’s full attention. Tingyun stared on the cup of tea in front of her and sigh. This was supposed to be a little detour to wind down while talking to Mengming about tea at random, but that very thought came back to a full force today as Madam Yukong talked with her just recently. Tingyun was back from another fruitful business trip when Madam Yukong greeted her and personally thanked her endeavor. Of course, Tingyun would say that it was merely her doing her job as Amicassador of Whistling Flame. But then, Yukong would gently pat her on the back and softly whisper to her ear, her amicable deep emerald tail swayed: “Have you thought about the offer?” What Tingyun could offer was a polite comment of ‘I will think of it later’. Had she thought of replacing the current helmswoman of the Sky-Faring Commission? Perhaps a lot more than necessary, but it was nowhere a pressing matter. Everyone already knew her prowess as Head Representative of The Whistling Flames, not to mention Yukong had expressed her thought to pass the baton to Tingyun. That being said, Tingyun always knew she was no fighter, nor was she a military-capable individual with a skill in starskiff riding and merciless combat. After all, Tingyun had a lot of unpaid debts—as well as some more obligations to her dear Madam Yukong. Her sighing caught Mengming’s attention this time, the little girl of the tea house then asked, “What’s with the long sigh now?” Tingyun smiled, a bit forlorn this time as she glanced at her own reflection at the murky tea water. Another Foxian’s face imprinted at the back of her mind, “It’s nothing, merely thinking of a long lost love, is all.”

Opposites

['Feli_NFN']

General Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Gepard/Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Hanahaki Disease, Sampo Koski is annoying (affectionate), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Small spoilers for the main story if you haven't finished Belobog yet

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

6,680

1/1

11

1,943

181

15,296

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[]

Their conversation was going smoothly until a moment ago, but then it came to a halt before Sampo even realized what went wrong. His eyes were puffy and red and his body betrayed him as he leaned away to try and keep this sight away from the doctor’s eyes. Looking at his hand, he saw it right then and there, the petals that have been annoying him for the longest time now.   “Sampo?!” Natasha asked quietly. She was surprised to see him lose his posture like this and tried to look at what he was hiding in his grasp. “What happened? Are you alright?”   Sampo’s mind began racing. “Ah,” He swallowed his breath and twirled as he hid the flowers in his pocket. “Is that worry in your voice I hear, doctor? Oh, please, you have so many patients here; why waste it on me?” He laughed it off, but he knew Natasha wouldn’t give it up easily. “Don’t look so worried now! Really… A sudden change of temperature can do that to people.”   “But Sampo-” Natasha tried to retort, but the ever so smug Sampo already hushed her with a smile.    “My friends over there require your medical expertise, doctor, why it’s almost as if I can’t hear that one with the gray hair breathing anymore!” Sampo gestured towards the trio all sleeping soundly, and Bronya. “Won’t you do another check up on them? It would do well for this poor heart of mine…” He pleaded, and Natasha sighed, letting him get away this time. “I knew I could count on you! Oh well, now that you’ve taken my friends off my hands, I can only wait and come by again tomorrow morning. Until then, stay healthy doctor Nat.”   “I should say the same to you, Sampo.” She crossed her arms and nearly stared holes through his body. “...How about just one check up-”   “No can do~!” Sampo pushed a flower he stole from a vase in the room into her face and nodded her a goodnight.    Natasha saw him disappear into the night and exhaled a stressed breath. She couldn’t help it, seeing anyone show any symptoms of being unhealthy pushed her forward to want to help them. “For someone who’s always going on about ‘Sampo Koski always helps his friends!’ you’re very tough to get to try and offer help in return to.” Natasha returned the flower to its vase but noticed a petal on the ground next to a bookshelf. “What do we have here?” She brushed her hands across the shelves and noticed one of the books was missing. “I see…”   The doctor made a mental note of it.     As promised, Sampo returned the next morning, with small eyebags that Natasha decided not to mention just yet. She assumed he stayed up… reading. That in and of itself wasn’t harmful, as long as he wouldn’t continuously keep doing so.   Natasha asked what he was up to, her words seemingly trying to go further than just what he was planning with this trio.   “D’aww, doctor Nat, still going on about yesterday?” He laughed it off again, but Natasha was more persistent this time. “Uh… Ehh, it’s only fair since you stayed up all night for my companions there.” He threw in the towel and sat down on the free bed. “Sampo Koski always repays his favors! If this is what you want of me, you are free to check up on me as you wish!”   Natasha was relieved, therefore she made quick work to inspect her patient.    His skin was warm, but still at a moderate temperature. This was normal for someone like Sampo who would keep running around from client to client, getting involved in many of his usual shenanigans.   “Have you been sleeping well lately, Sampo?” Natasha asked him. “I have medicine that can help with sleeping troubles.”   “Sleeping issues? Me? No, no, of course not.” He swallowed his breath. “I can sleep just fineee. Yesterday, though, after my visit, I guess I did stay awake for a little longer to… Read. Yeah.”   “Is that so? I didn’t take you for the literary type?” Natasha hummed. “What were you reading? It must be something fascinating to keep someone like you up all night.”   “Pfft, you make it sound as if you thought I didn’t know how to read until now, doctor Nat!” He shrugged, his laughter dying all too soon when he looked Natasha in her eyes and realized she wasn’t smiling like he was.    “...Do you want to keep dancing around the subject, or should I entertain you for a bit longer?”   Translation: Natasha saw right through him.   “So serious!” Sampo sulked. “Alright! I did happen to snatch a book off your shelf, but surely you don’t mind? I can return it at any time, all you need say is the word!”   “It’s not the book I care about, Sampo.” Natasha sighed. “I’ve spent many sleepless nights trying to memorize the contents of each book related to medicine I own, but I keep them separated on the shelf of which I noticed last night happened to be missing one of them.”   “Your eyes are as sharp as ever, how attentive.” Sampo applauded her, taking the book out of his pocket. “I had known you would find out sooner rather than later, I was your errand boy for quite a bit of time after all…” He handed over the book and small as it was, the bookmark was still noticeable.   Natasha flipped through the pages until she ended up at where Sampo had left off.   She read its contents multiple times. Even though having already memorized it, she just had to make sure of it. “Sampo..?” She asked him, and her little errand boy shrugged, a sluggish grin on his face that didn’t show either sadness or happiness. “How long have the symptoms persevered for? Has this been a recurring thing?”   “Woah! Doctor, some private space; please?” He raised his hands. “To grant you peace of mind, I’ll tell you that this has started only recently! We both know what this is; I think half the underworld should know by now since it’s incurable in our current situation.”    “Yes…” Natasha sighed. “Hanahaki. Many patients have closed their eyes for a final time at the hand of this disease… Curing it should be easy. But many of our underworlders had to leave behind loved ones on the surface in the overworld… It’s a cruel fate.”   Sampo nodded.    “But you, Sampo, you have made your way to the overworld multiple times.” Natasha lifted him by his chin. “What could possibly prevent you from curing yourself of this disease? Do you not know who the cause of your disease is?”   “Nothing~! Sampo Koski can cure himself of this disease at any given moment!” He replied, but then paused for a moment, and his smile grew small again as he held his hands together and hung his head. “But, if I can help it, I would rather look for another way to seek its cure.”   “Sampo, you know better than most; there is no cure for this.” Natasha reminded him. “You need to do what needs to be done before it's too late. And trust me, it will be too late if you refuse to do anything.”   He rubbed the back of his neck and stood up. “There are more important matters at hand, so how about we postpone this conversation for now, eh?” He took up his usual smug smile again and gestured towards Dan Heng and March 7th almost waking up. “I bid you farewell for now~!”   Without another word Natasha was forced between whether to say another word to Sampo that would fall on his deaf ears or obviously check up on Dan Heng and March, she clenched her hands; annoyed, before walking towards her patients and helping them up.   “Phew, that was close.” Sampo hurled himself into an alley and coughed up the next batch of flowers. Had he lost himself inside the clinic, he’d surely have woken up more people than intended and made Natasha’s morning a lot more difficult. “What a pain, really. What did someone as kind and generous as me do to deserve this fate?”    (“Do you not know who it is?”)   Natasha’s words rang through his head. Looking at the flower petals in his hand, yellow with blue seeds inside them, it wouldn’t be too hard to guess what they were supposed to represent. Still, he’d only just fallen victim to this disease, there was no reason to rush and cure himself of it just yet, now was there?    Especially if rejection was guaranteed, and embarrassment sure to follow.   “Nothing I can do about it.” He crushed the petals in his hands, throwing them into the nearest bin before continuing with his day.   Annoyed.        Some time passed and developments were made.   In short, the underworld and the overworld were no longer separated. Natasha for one was especially overjoyed, but so were all the others. To say it was mainly thanks to the self proclaimed Trailblazers would be an understatement.    Life for Sampo was still more or less the same, perhaps just a tad bit more busy considering his clients had comfortably doubled ever since Belobog had united.   Nevertheless, he made more than enough time for his friends. The trailblazer had approached him, and it didn’t take long for Sampo to assume who was behind this visit. “...Let me guess, did Natasha send you? Oh, friend, please, just look at this handsome face, don’t I look more than fine? What could possibly worry me?” He winked, but they didn’t seem satisfied.   “Serval told me about you.” They told him. “I know what you are.”   Sampo blinked a few times. Mildly confused, that was certain. “You met up with Serval? Oh- oh no! Is she still thinking about me? No good words, none at all, I bet...” He frowned, sulking. “Fine… I’m all ears. What am I?”   “You are…” The trailblazer pointed towards his face, building up anticipation for what they were about to say. “Wanted!”   "No surprise there." Sampo sighed dreamily. "Sampo Koski is a man who wants nothing more than to befriend everyone around! To have people want to befriend me in return is only expected!"   "By the strong arm of the law…"   "Ow." Sampo scratched his head. "No surprise there too I suppose." He shared a glance with the trailblazer and frowned. "Wait...My friend, surely you didn't come here to try and sell me off! Is that what you were discussing with lady Serval?! Your once in a lifetime friendship with Sampo Koski, exchanged for a measly bag of credits- Oh, the cruelty..! I thought we had something special…" His tears soon followed, dry and fake as they were.   "Serval wasn't kidding… You really did react dramatically, just like she said you would."   "H-Huh?" Sampo looked up, confused.   "Relax. I'm not selling you off." They answered. "Serval wanted to see you; she said it was urgent."   "Urgent?" Sampo asked.   The trailblazer shrugged in return. "Find out for yourself, maybe it has something to do with Gepard. He was with her when she asked, but he didn't look too happy."    "Oh dear me, I sure hope this isn't an elaborate scheme to get me behind bars!"   "I'll ask Bronya to help out in case anything happens, she's the type to hold her word."   "My friend!" Sampo hugged them tight. "How could I ever repay the favor? Let me know if your buddy Sampo Koski can ever do something for you in return!"   "Just go, don't keep them waiting."   With that Sampo set off, doing everyone a favor at once by visiting Serval's workshop to see what she had to say, and what got her over her dislike towards him. Sure, they used to be friends, very close even, but that all changed when her brother rose up in the ranks and the two of them got more involved with one another.   Gepard could be intimidating at times, but that was only when he was on duty. Sampo still remembers when he was but an ordinary soldier with plenty of free time, gardening and singing with his sister, whether Sampo was there or not.   The three of them were close friends, once upon a time, but most good things came to an end, and so did their friendship.   "Sampo Koski salutes you." He laughed once he made his way inside, immediately sharing a glance with Serval who was tinkering with her guitar. "You called, my lady?"   "Welcome Sampo, please allow me to be the first person to tell you not to call me 'my lady'." She rolled her eyes, and her brother looked over.    "Sampo." Gepard stated.   "Gepard~" Sampo smiled, waving at him but his gesture was quickly neglected as the blond commander returned to nourishing his flower. "It's been too long since we last met up like this, what have you two been up to?"   Gepard could tell that his extroverted response was a facade. Sampo was shy and unable to find an opening to sit at the counter, and he tried to hide it behind smooth talk.   "Nothing much, mainly a few concerts here and there." Serval answered him, fixing her guitar, but Sampo couldn't help but feel as if she was pointing it towards him.    "That's good, that's good, you were always such a good singer after all!"   Gepard placed his flower down and shifted towards the door. "Belobog has needed my services now more than ever, so I've been upholding my duty as always." He paused. "And… Gardening, whenever that little amount of free time comes around." Sampo chuckled, which made Gepard blush in turn. "What's so funny?"   "Oh no, did it sound as if I was ridiculing your hobby? That couldn't be any further from the truth. I just thought it was very charming that you still find time to do something that requires a gentle nature, is all."   Gepard frowned at him, but he couldn't get rid of his blush for reasons unbeknownst to Sampo, his sister could only sigh. "And you Sampo? Anything fun to share?"   "Me? Oh- Well, I guess there's not much I can share next to an architect- Ahh, I mean other people, for my clients' privacy sake." He coughed. "But I can tell you I was invited by an old friend to visit her in the overworld, but I've yet to know what I could do for her."   "Oh really?" Serval asked, sarcasm brooding in her tone. "Go on."   "Yes, really!" Sampo asked. "I'm nervous to ask her what she needs, so I'll have to ask you instead; How should I go about it?"   "Well, how about asking her face to face, instead of from across the room?"   Sampo laughed nervously. "Oh dear, I'll have to keep that in mind." He slowly stepped closer to the counter, while Serval's eyes didn't let go of him for even a second. "Will this do?"   "Something like that, yeah."   Slowly, Sampo sat next to Gepard, and he somehow found it easier to look at Serval; who he knew hated him, than look at Gepard; who he didn't know what to say to since he didn't know what feelings he held towards him outside of his duty.   Was it hatred too, like his sister?   Was it annoyance? He was used to making people feel that way about him.   Or was it something deeper, more intricate and difficult to express and explain, like that blush he had on his face? He was far from the type to be embarrassed about his hobbies, so what garnered that reaction?   Oh, who was he kidding. Someone like Gepard who gets embarrassed by his own singing would of course turn red at the smallest joke.    "Are you afraid to look me in the eyes?" The architect asked.   Sampo kept looking in front of him while Gepard asked for his attention, imagining cold blue eyes staring holes through his chest definitely did not make it any easier to muster the strength to look at him.   "Ease up, my brother is not here to bust you this time.” Serval shrugged. “No promises for the future though, he’ll catch you one day.” That comment seemed to do the trick, with Sampo’s laughter assuring his relaxation. He got closer to the counter and rested his head on his palm with his familiar poker face resting on his face, one hidden by a smirk.   “How can Sampo Koski be of service to you, my friends?”   “As you’re well aware; The underworld and overworld are no longer separated, so the overworld’s inhabitants have increased by nearly 25%.” Gepard explained, and Sampo stared intently. This was the first time Gepard had ever spoken with Sampo in a formal business setting, he couldn’t help but be surprised how serious he was able to take this. It was to- or rather had to be expected from the underworld’s top informant. “We are lacking in intel on some individuals…”   “Now I got it! You want to unveil the underworld’s many secrets?” Sampo asked, pretending to be shocked. “This plan of yours, did you come up with it yourself~?”    Gepard awkwardly nodded. “Lady Bronya mentioned you by name, and is willing to reward you generously.” Sampo didn’t reply and just looked at him with that closed-eyes smile of his. “No comment?”   “How many credits did Lady Bronya put on the table for little old me’s tongue?”   “Samp-” Serval tried to interrupt, but Sampo shook his finger.    “It’s very important that our handsome and honest Gepard answers this question, you know? Nothing personal, of course, Miss Serval!” He lowered his hand and returned to Gepard. “It's just that I know ever so few people like you, Gepard! You’ve never once lied to my face. Even when you’re given all the reasons to.” He leaned closer to Gepard until their faces almost met. “So? How much would you say my tongue is worth, hm?”   Gepard took a deep breath.   “Personally, I cannot put a price on harmony in Belobog.” He said, challenging Sampo’s gaze. “If what Lady Bronya’s offered you doesn’t satisfy you, I will fund the rest out of my own pockets until you are.”   Sampo and Gepard didn’t break eye contact for two minutes.   It was clear to the Landau siblings that even in this quiet, all they could do was wait for Sampo to make up his mind. Other than the occasional blink, his eyes wouldn’t move off of Gepard’s.    “Hehe.” Sampo finally spoke. “You got yourself a deal.” He rested back in his chair. “In truth, a few friends of mine have broken off our friendship and forgot to pay what was owed. How rude, right? I was wondering what to do with them, and then you came in like a knight in shining armor! Gotta say, this is much better than the original plan I had in mind.”    Gepard softened upon hearing that, even turning a blind eye to that last comment. "That’s good to hear, Sampo. Then, to get to the matter at heart, how much do I owe you?” He asked, ecstatic like a puppy. At least that’s the comparison Sampo made in his mind, not that he could say it out loud and make it out alive if Serval heard of it.    “Sampo Koski will give you a discount, to celebrate our newfound partnership.” He stated, before patting him on his shoulder. “500 credits and a favor.”   Gepard immediately put up his guard. “Your services are much cheaper than I expected, Sampo.” He asked before he grabbed onto his arm, with the full force of Belobog’s head commander quickly becoming too much for him. “What’s the catch?”   “H-Hey! I already said it’s nothing but a celebration. Am I really that untrustworthy?”   “I’m having trouble believing that myself, Koski.” Serval added. “What kind of favor do you want from my brother?”   Sampo nervously laughed. To top it all off, he began noticing a familiar feeling bubbling up in his throat again. Being in Gepard’s presence must have something to do with it, and now he was stuck in his grasp with nowhere to go. “A secret? One that only our Geppie here has the privilege of knowing.” He told them, looking for a way to get out of this predicament as soon as possible.   “What secret?” Gepard asked. “You’re blushing, Sampo… Is it something embarrassing? Why would I have to know?”   “Don’t give me that, it wouldn’t be a secret if I just said it out aloud now, would it?” He covered his mouth with his other hand. “Trust your old buddy Sampo Koski here a little, alright? I promise it’s nothing that will go against that duty of yours you always-” He coughed. “Go on about.”   “Sampo?” Gepard let go of his arm and reached for his face, but Sampo took this as an opportunity to get away and so he jumped off his chair and composed his posture again. “...What’s wrong..?” He asked him sincerely, too earnestly. Had it been any other time, Sampo would have exposed his secret right then and there.   “I take it back, just 500 credits will do.” Sampo said. “Don’t waste your precious time looking for me in the underworld, friend, I’ll have someone bring you all you need to know!”   And with that, he walked out the door and disappeared, leaving a confused Gepard behind.   “He’s always been a weirdo.” Serval said, turning to her dumbfounded brother. “It’s a good deal, but I’ll leave it up to you.” She picked up her guitar and adjusted it a bit more. “Shame you couldn’t reconcile like you wanted to, huh? Maybe next time. Don’t let it get you down, bro.”   “Yeah…” Gepard looked at his hand. “Next time, I hope.”   He returned to taking care of his flower. It needed sunlight, but not too much of it, that’s why he kept it inside Serval’s workshop.    Elsewise the beautiful dark blue petals it had would grow unhealthy and tired. The flower reminded him of something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.    It was on the tip of his tongue.       Patience was a virtue Gepard had to master at an early age, his sister taught him that, and he was patient; but he couldn't help but wonder when Sampo's information would arrive.   He sat behind his desk for the first time in a long time, filling out paperwork that Lady Bronya had asked him to. The papers were about the individuals Sampo had promised to deliver information on, hopefully anytime soon.   He was somewhat anxious.   Sampo was not the type to go back on his word when business was involved, and Gepard was still willing to pay whatever number he'd have to for that information, so that's not where his worries lied.   Rather, his worries lied with that secret Sampo was going to ask him to keep. He wasn't foolish, so it had to be something important yet also something that would not get Sampo Koski into trouble just because he'd let it be known to him.   He twirled his pencil out of clueless curiosity, with only the one question on his mind; What is going through Sampo's mind? That's something he'd always wished to have known.    Behind that smug yet frustratingly attractive grin, and his silver tongue which had a worth in gold; What was he truly like? Gepard couldn't help but feel as if his duty as a soldier and Sampo's means to make a living for himself would always clash; and act as an impenetrable wall between them.   He sighed just as someone opened his door. "Sampo?" Gepard said, hoping to see him, but he was met with the trailblazer instead. "Ah, welcome." He told them, gesturing towards the seat opposite of him. "Did you need anything from me today?"   "...Were you hoping to see Sampo?" The trailblazer asked.    "...Hoping is a strong word." Gepard considered it for a moment. "But I suppose it's not completely unfounded. Yes, I was hoping to finally see Sampo again."   "You're in luck then, I brought a letter for you." They revealed the letter and handed it over, it being sealed with a rose shaped stamp and scented with a perfume Gepard could recognise quickly. "When you're done reading that, I have another letter, but this one doesn't come from Sampo."   "I knew he wouldn't disappoint."   The fondness in his eyes didn't go unnoticed, with Gepard staring at the stamp for a minute before actually analyzing the contents of the letter.    "Your good old buddy Sampo always keeps his word, remember that!"   Gepard read it in a tone that was vaguely similar to Sampo's. He must have been really excited to finally get some good news. As promised, all the relevant details were inside the letter, which only widened his smile even further.   The trailblazer didn't say anything, unable to bring themselves to. He looked… Too happy.   "I thank you for your time, my dearest; Geppie."   Gepard chuckled, carefully folding the letter and storing it away. "I normally wouldn't allow him to use that nickname, but I'll make an exception this time." He turned to his visitor and thanked them for bringing the letter. "That said, is there a reason for his absence today? Has he gotten himself into a situation again?"   The trailblazer paused for a moment, just long enough for Gepard to realize something was going on. Whatever it was, he had already prepared himself to hear it.   Or so he thought.   The second letter he was given was already folded into half, as if it was meant to be concealed. The handwriting was… Readable. Nevertheless, it was obvious Sampo did not write this one.   He opened the letter, immediately being greeted with formality. The author introduced herself as Natasha, an underworld doctor, apparently.   She requested his presence in the underworld, saying it was related to Sampo, and even going so far as to say it was a matter of life or death.   Had it not been for the hero of Belobog themselves vouching for this Natasha, he wouldn't have given it a second thought and thrown it away.    Or maybe even without them… The mention of Sampo and the hint of urgency in the letter, maybe that was all it took for him to move into action.   In the end he did, and followed the trailblazer towards the clinic where a woman was waiting outside, seemingly for them. She looked exactly like was described by the trailblazer, they didn't even fail to mention the teddy bear on her back.   "Greetings, Sir Landau." She thanked him for coming at such short notice. "I understand your schedule must have been busy with guarding the overworld ever since the separation. But I would not have called you here if there was any cure I could have made myself."   "Cure?" Gepard asked. "I'm sorry to say, the trailblazer was unable to answer any of my questions while on our way, I did not bring any overworld medicine with me- Was I supposed to? Is it for Sampo?"   "You're quite perceptive." Natasha smiled. "You shouldn't worry. I asked the trailblazer to bring the medicine, and they did exactly as asked."    "That's good… But seeing as you didn't deny my question, I take it Sampo has fallen ill? What happened?"   "Let me ask you this, Sir Landau, how much medical knowledge do you possess?" Natasha asked, to which the commander responded that he didn't know much beyond patching up the few common wounds during battle. "Have you ever heard of a disease that forces someone to spit out flowers..?"   "I cannot say I have…" Gepard answered, growing increasingly worried.    "You should go inside and see for yourself. I already finished the treatment of all my patients today, you should be alone there- With Sampo."   Gepard braced himself before pushing the door. The smell of medicine quickly tried to push him out, but he had more important things to worry about, such as the slender half naked man laying down on the bed across the room.   His face was covered with a wet towel, and flower petals were scattered on the ground next to him. He was quiet, uncharacteristically so, which forced Gepard's mouth open to check up on him.   "Nnnnnat..?" Sampo suddenly called out, he must have heard the door opening but confused Gepard with the doctor. "Did ya finally finish what yr had to do?"   Gepard stayed quiet.   "I didn't imagine that doorbell ringing, now did I? I get you're still mad at me, Doctor but-" Sampo started coughing violently, slamming his hand on the bed as if it would help. The flower petals piled on the ground, a shade of blond and a hint of crimson blood mixing together on the floor. "Enjoyin' the sight, Natasha? Why're ye ignoring meeee….."   Gepard was taken by surprise. He wasn't planning to stay quiet this long, but he had. He couldn't find the right words, though he wanted to.   His legs started moving on their own.   "Finally!" Sampo pouted. "Sampo Koski, the numero uno magnet of bad luck, at your service~"   He still didn't bother to remove the soggy towel, he was too certain of who he was talking to. It would be cute, if he wasn't sick the way he was.   "Really? Why's it gotta be him of all people…" He laughed pitifully. "If it was the sister, I coulda just slid it into the conversation at any given moment; and she wouldn't even bat an eye! But nooooo, Sampo Koski had to fall for the brother."   He removed the towel and raised it towards Gepard, but his eyes remained closed as he was massaging them.    "Mind watering that up again Nat? I'm feeling another hot streak growing in my head." Gepard raised an eyebrow, but decided to do as he said before Sampo would try and look why it was taking so long. "Heh, thanks."   He didn't know why.   He had treated many soldiers before, with many different attractive faces hidden beneath helmets, but never had he ever felt it was fun before to listen to someone's ill rambling.   Sampo Koski looked like a mess, he was groaning and kept shifting around in his bed, going on and on about having fallen for this brother and architect who would always be out of reach, allegedly, and how he didn't imagine this would be how his final days would play out.   It took a lot of strength out of Gepard not to laugh at him.   Before he knew it, 15 minutes had passed since he entered the clinic. And Sampo was talking all the way through, without end. And it was only natural to assume Sampo would eventually realize he didn't receive any response this entire time.   "Making me do all the talking is rude, Natasha." He sighed. "Come on, say something. Anything at all for your buddy Sampo!"   Gepard just sat there on the chair next to the bed, watching Sampo slowly take off his towel and wiping the drops off of his face.   Gepard was counting down from three as he saw him doing this.   "..." Sampo looked at the person sitting in the seat, and took in the entire sight. "Oh great." He rolled his eyes. "Now I'm hallucinating too?! Natashaaaaa- Oh wait, am I dead? I already died?! I didn't even notice! Oh dear, I would have never guessed that Geppie would be my guardian angel…"   "Guardian angel is a fitting nickname, and much superior to Geppie, dare I say."   Sampo paused for a moment, and raised his arm towards Gepard's face but he paused before touching it. Probably because he already had a suspicion, and just wasn't ready to confirm it.   So Gepard took it upon himself to grab his hand and place a knightly kiss on his knuckles. "Does that answer your question?" He asked, and saw Sampo was turning red right in front of him. "So you do know shame after all."   "Do I even ask it?" Sampo hid his face behind his pillow. "How… How much did you hear of that?"   "Me? Not much." Gepard answered. Sampo was so relieved, but then Gepard leaned in close and whispered; "But 'Doctor Natasha' heard everything."    "Nooooope. None of that, thank you old friend." Sampo tried to jump out of bed but hadn't yet gained the strength, so he fell face first on Gepard's lap. "...Is it too late to die?"   "I won't let you on my watch."   "What if I say pretty please~?" Sampo pleaded, but knew it was futile. "At least pretend you never heard any of that."   "Why? Is there an issue in me knowing?" Gepard asked, honest and sincere. "But now that you've come back to your senses, I should go ahead and ask the trailblazer for that medicine for your disease."   "Huh? Wait- You don't even know?"    "From what I'm told, you have a disease which makes you spit out flowers, and the trailblazer brought a medicine from the overworld to cure you."   "You don't know…" Sampo coughed, with only a single petal falling out this time. "Of course she wouldn't tell you, Natasha wanted to leave the embarrassing part to me!"   "Is there a detail I'm supposed to know?"   Sampo sat up and clasped his hands together. "Gepard, Geppie, I take it you received my letter?" He nodded. "Well how about I call in that favor from last time now? I tell you my unimportant throwaway secret, and you pretend to have never heard of it, deal?"   Gepard smiled. "Is your secret that you have feelings for- Mwmphh!" He was interrupted by two quick hands covering his mouth.    "Hush now, old friend! Oh what are you doing, you're gonna be the death of me!" Gepard raised an eyebrow as if to ask 'Is that not what you were asking for a moment ago?' to which Sampo frowned. "But not in a good way!"   Gepard looked happy as he grabbed both of Sampo's wrists with one hand and pushed him down on his bed with the other. "You're still weak and have nowhere left to run. Isn't now a good time to tell me the truth?"   "Only if you promise to never speak of it again, okay?" Sampo replied, squirming underneath the healthy soldier, only to give up in the end. "Well?"   "Now why would I promise something like that?" Gepard asked. "Or better yet, why would you want me to promise you that if this is how you feel, Sampo?"   "Tough customer. Really making me spell it all out for ya?"   "I want to understand."   "Then it's simple, really. Clear as day, even. I'll just be telling you words that are already inside your own head." Sampo took a deep breath. "I'm kinda the opposite to you here; big shocker, I know. But beyond playing cat and mouse, there's no room for much between us."   "A reasonable conclusion." Gepard stated.   Sampo fell quiet. He couldn't even look Gepard in his eyes right now, instead wishing to be anywhere but here in this room beneath him. "See? We share the same idea, frie- Sir Landau. Now would you please unhand me?"   Gepard held on tight. "But would you want me to?" He asked.   "Would be really nice to be free right now, yeah?" Sampo retorted.   "Not that." He said. "Would you want me to feel about you the same way you feel about me?" He asked. "Well?"   "Nonono, I'm good. Last thing I need right now is your pity." He kept sulking like before. "Now would be a good time to give me what I want though."   "And what is it that you truly want right now, Sampo?" Sampo began coughing again, with petals falling on his chest. It was highly unsightly but Gepard did not back down. "I'll tell you what I desire; it's for you to stay alive. You said I'm the cause of this disease? Then allow me to take responsibility."   "Gepard, please let it go." Sampo pleaded, continuously trying to find an escape from underneath him.   "If using force is necessary to preserve a civilian's life, especially someone like you in a situation like this, I will not hesitate to use it." Gepard was deadly serious, unwilling to move an inch if it meant risking Sampo's life any further.   Sampo kicked his head back onto his pillow, frustrated, but also somewhat relieved he was willing to go so far. No matter what was to follow, he at least made sure he still had a sharp eye for quality.   "Okay, just this once." Sampo took another deep breath. "Man, you're a real pain, you know that? Having me confess after all, I was getting ready for the next life for nothing! I mean really!"   "Sampo. Koski!" Gepard raised his voice.   It didn't scare Sampo though, not at all, because he wanted to hear him say his name at that volume, just to make sure one final time.   "Gepard Landau, I hereby declare that I; the illustrious, handsome, talented, mysterious, popular and-" he laughed, even winking at the blond knight. He'd have to go through as much suffering as he did just now. "Sampo Koski, have fallen for you. In other words…"   "Was that so hard?" Gepard's grasp loosened and he knelt down.    "Hey, you wouldn't know half of it! I don't see you going around confessing to people!" He smirked. "How about you show your old buddy Sampo Koski how it's done? Sounds good?"   "If you insist… But I must say, I doubt calling you 'old buddy' will do in a moment. We'll have to find something to replace it with."   "Worry not! I got just the thing." Sampo made imaginary drumroll sounds by tapping his fingers on the desk. "Boooyfriend, how does that sound? Pretty genius no? I came up with it myself."   Gepard sighed, his breath filled with affectionate exhaustion. "Yeah, we'll go with that." Sampo felt his lips pushed onto for a moment with another pair. "Now to make it official…"   The next three words that were shared between them were special, so special in fact that one could say they couldn't be put into words.   Natasha eventually peaked through the door, and she was relieved at the sight in front of her. She had never seen Sampo look as genuinely happy as he did while writing that one letter to Gepard, well, maybe up until now. It seemed she made the right guess in the end, with Sampo snoring comfortably with the blond man sitting besides him ever so quietly.   The fondness in his eyes assured her she didn't have to worry over Sampo Koski anymore.   Which, in turn, would be a misconception.   Not a week passed before Sampo Koski would be seen running through the streets of the overworld, with guards chasing him on the heel.   The guards in question were led by Gepard himself.   It would soon only be Gepard and Sampo running through town, until they exited the city and ran far into the snowy fields, at least far enough until nobody could see them again.   "Well then, looks like we lost em!" Sampo noted. "But I gotta say! Isn't it kinda cruel to use your boyfriend for military practice bait?"   "What can I say? It's a tradition I would like to uphold."    Sampo chuckled. "The cat and mouse thing? Well, I do still enjoy the attention. That hasn't changed." He caressed Gepard's face and looked into his cold blue eyes, which showed him warmth only he could understand.   "Yeah, I thought so. But you know what? Even you cannot run forever."   "That so?"   Gepard put his arms around Sampo's shoulders while he was counting the money he had stocked away. "Having you here in my arms is living proof of that."   Sampo hid the money again and looked at him.   After having run away from him countless times, he didn't mind losing the cat and mouse chase every now and then.

Trailblazing

['Phantom_Hearts']

Explicit

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)/Himeko, Himeko/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

2,274

1/1

6

223

18

5,602

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“Remember: we’re practicing,” Himeko says as she leads Stelle to her bedroom’s door aboard the Astral Express, pausing with her gloved hand on its knob. “I’m the trailblazer, and you, the trailblazed. Just follow my lead, alright?” Stelle nods. Himeko smiles, then gracefully opens the door. Stelle ignores her slight nerves and steps inside behind her. Himeko’s bedroom is just as grand and celestial as the woman herself. It’s somehow both modern and homely, a crossover between times. Her furniture is made of ornately carved wood, yet surrounded by gadgets and circuitry—research equipment, no doubt. Glass paneling makes up one wall, a peak into the sea of stars surrounding them. Next to them rests a giant telescope, its lens a hair’s breadth from the window. Stelle can’t help but smile as she admires the scene before her; she would have expected little else from Himeko. Her room is just another reflection of her personality: warm, elegant, and astute. “I see you’ve already begun the first step,” Himeko smiles. “Feel free to take your time; we have hours before we arrive at our next destination.” “Are you sure?” Stelle asks, a bit hesitant. Himeko gives a gracious nod. “With you, always. Explore away!” Naturally, Stelle gravitates to the stars. She presses her hand to the cool glass and gazes outwards. No matter how many times she sees them, she’ll never tire. Himeko steps behind her, placing her ungloved hand at the small of Stelle’s back. It’s a comforting weight as it presses against the fabric of her cloak. “The stars are plenty beautiful; they’ve always been both my inspiration and aspiration. Though, I must admit—Stelle, you’re more radiant than even the most brilliant star.” Stelle flushes. “You flatter me.” Himeko chuckles softly. “Always, Stelle. Feel free to look through the telescope—I can tell you want to; you don’t need to hide it. My own curiosity can hardly be contained, sometimes.” Stelle wastes no time in pressing her eye to its lens, studying the endless unknown. The blazing stars are even prettier close up, though just as mysterious. Stelle wagers she could spend the entirety of her life among them and still make little progress towards understanding them. Himeko can attest to that—if she can’t, there’s no one who can, Stelle’s sure. Nevertheless, she has a lifetime to dedicate to the stars—today, and tomorrow, and for however long the future allows for, she dedicates herself to Himeko. Stelle steps back from the telescope and brings herself to a grand wooden desk. Stacks of books are neatly organized on its surface, their subjects varied: astrophysics, mechanics, coffee, and to Stelle’s surprise, steamy romance novels. She picks one up from the stack gently, examining its cover. Depicted are two women, lost in each other’s arms. They’re clearly enamored from the way they hold each other and their soft yet intense expressions, passionate love showing through. Stelle can’t help but wonder: someday, will she and Himeko be that close, that in love? She certainly hopes so. “Ah! Good taste, I see. I suppose now’s as good a time as any to begin with the second part of our protocol. Say, Stelle, do you have any interest in romance novella?” Stelle’s never thought about it before. But, given the chance, she thinks she’d enjoy them—if only so that she can imagine herself and Himeko as the story’s stars. Stelle nods. “Oh, good! I’ll have to introduce you to my favorites sometime—though it seems you’re already acquainted with my most treasured.” Stelle looks down at the book in her hands and briefly flips through its pages. “This one?” “Mhm,” Himeko hums. “The protagonist…she reminds me of you.” “Amnesiac, then?” “Good guess, but not quite! She’s got the same determination as you, the same curiosity blazing behind her eyes. Moreover, she’s my favorite—another similarity to you, so to speak.” Stelle sets the book down, groaning. “You’re too much sometimes,” she murmurs, though secretly she loves the attention. “Only for you,” Himeko cheeks. “So, any other burning questions?” Stelle carefully examines the desk, picking up a soft plush bunny, worn ragged over the years. One of its eyes has already fallen out, and it’s missing far too much stuffing to be how Himeko received it. Still, it’s incredibly soft, and it seems to radiate comfort as Stelle clutches it at her chest. “I see you’ve met Poppy! I’ve had her since I was a little girl; she’s seen better days, I’m afraid. She makes a rather good bedfellow, though, I’m quite sure you’d make a better one. Shall we?” Himeko gestures towards the grand bed centering her room. “There’s always time for multitasking or revisiting our goals later—a trailblazer’s job is never done!” Stelle gazes at the bed’s plush red velvet sheets, then back at Himeko. Her eyes hood slightly, though her stomach does flips. She nods. Himeko laughs, peals of laughter like a gentle breeze, and grabs Stelle’s hand. She leads her to the bed. “Ladies first,” she motions. All too awkwardly, Stelle climbs onto the bed, sitting herself central to it. Himeko follows her, much more graceful, then looms over Stelle. With a gentle hand, she pushes Stelle’s back to the mattress, then situates herself over Stelle. She cups Stelle’s face, then brings her lips mere centimeters from Stelle’s own. “Is this alright?” she whispers, asking for permission. Stelle swallows her nervousness and nods. “Good. Another important rule when trailblazing: always make sure to get consent—when possible, of course. Now,” she breathes, her voice sinful and heady, “let me show you how one establishes proper relations.” Her lips brush against Stelle’s. Himeko’s lips are just as soft and warm as the woman herself. Every movement of Himeko against her is practiced, a gentle surety present. Stelle finds herself melting against the kiss, even more so when Himeko’s tongue pokes at the opening to her mouth. Stelle lets her in. Himeko tastes faintly bitter, like the afternotes of a fine black joe. While Stelle doesn’t share the same coffee preference as Himeko, she doubts she could ever tire of this flavor. As Himeko’s soft hands page through her hair, Stelle brings her own to Himeko’s cape, gently peeling it off her shoulders and setting it aside. Himeko brings her lips up slightly. “Too dressed for you, am I?” Stelle smiles and nods. Himeko grins. “Well, let me help you out, then.” Himeko sits up, then teasingly brings her hands to the skirt of her dazzling white dress. She fists its hem and slowly, begins to lift the soft fabric up. Stelle’s eyes follow the course of Himeko’s movements, not looking away for even a moment. How could she when an ethereal goddess such as Himeko bares herself just for her? The traveling fabric first reveals Himeko’s thick, milky thighs, then her toned stomach. She pauses at her breasts before finally ceasing her antics, pulling her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Himeko wears a stunning white brassiere, her bosom covered by intricately woven patterning. Her breasts—the softest looking Stelle’s ever seen—almost threaten to spill out of the containment of her push-up bra. “Like what you see?” “Uh,” Stelle answers lamely, words lost to Himeko’s beauty. Himeko laughs the loudest Stelle’s ever heard her. “Shocked your speech out of you, did I?” Stelle doesn’t respond, the words still not there. Himeko giggles. “It’s only fair that you do the same—mind if I remove this?” Himeko’s nimble fingers toy with the fabric of Stelle’s shirt. Stelle shrugs her jacket off, then brings Himeko’s hand to the hem of her shirt in permission. Himeko wastes no time in ridding Stelle of her shirt, and then soon after, her miniskirt. In no time at all, she’s before her girlfriend in nothing other than her lingerie. Looking down at herself, Stelle can’t help but feel inadequate compared to Himeko’s bombastic body. She simply lacks curves and volume—though looking at the way Himeko stares at her body intensely, threatening to swallow her whole, perhaps she doesn’t need them. “Beautiful,” Himeko murmurs as she brings a hand to Stelle’s back, edging the clasp of her bra. “Do you mind?” Stelle feels terribly inadequate in her own body but acquiesces anyway. There’s a faint clink, then the fabric covering her peels away. Himeko immediately brings her hands to Stelle’s pert breasts, gently thumbing their curvature then the dusty pink areola, and finally, her nipples. Stelle shudders slightly, tender gooseflesh beginning to line her skin. Himeko’s touch is fleeting, yet sensual all the same. Himeko’s not content with just touching though, it seems; she needs to truly feel Stelle. She brings her mouth to one of Stelle’s tender nipples, toying at it with her tongue. Stelle’s body heats with pleasure, but even more so, from the sight before her—Himeko, voluptuous as can be, worshipping her, her mouth to her breast. Stelle uses Himeko’s hedonistic distraction as an opportunity to rid Himeko of her own bra, freeing her buxom chest. The clasp catches, then comes undone. Stelle takes in Himeko before her, the sight forever going to be burned into her mind. Her bust is just as heavenly as Stelle expected it to be—lush beyond compare and perky despite their rather great size. Himeko removes her lips from Stelle. “Might as well finish the job. Here, I’ll do it for you,” she winks, then in one smooth motion, pulls her panties down. Dark red curls neatly cover her core, prim and proper. They’re clearly as well maintained as the rest of Himeko’s appearance. Inspired, Stelle follows her lead, her underwear falling forgotten onto the bed. Himeko’s gaze immediately lowers. “You’re beautiful, Stelle,” she murmurs. “Let me take care of you.” Gently, she brings Stelle’s back to the bed. She follows, brings their lips together, then once Stelle’s lost in the searing kiss, her hands find Stelle’s folds. Stelle jolts slightly, so unused to a lover’s touch. Himeko notices, hesitating, but then Stelle presses Himeko’s hand further against her pussy in encouragement. Himeko’s hands explore slightly, gently tracing her wet vulva before reaching her clit. Stelle immediately reacts, her body shaking slightly. “Found it,” Himeko murmurs into their kiss. Two fingers rub at Stelle’s clitoris in a practiced circular motion. Pleasure unlike that which Stelle’s felt before begins to build in waves with each revolution, each stroke taking Stelle higher. Soon, she can barely keep her wits about her, their kiss forgotten as moans spill out of her mouth. Himeko observes her lover’s obvious rapture with pride, a smirk forming on her face. She sensually lowers herself across Stelle’s body, not stopping until her head rests at the junction between Stelle’s thighs. “The final step to trailblazing,” she begins, motioning at Stelle’s core. Stelle can hardly pay attention to her words as she observes her girlfriend with a burning curiosity, wondering what’s to come next. “Is connecting. Observe, Stelle,” she instructs. Himeko brings her mouth to Stelle’s pussy, and despite her eyes shutting closed in pleasure, Stelle swears she can see the very stars that surround them. She’s in heaven. Himeko masterfully traces Stelle’s clit with her tongue, her mouth even more skilled than her hands. The heat building in Stelle’s gut intensifies, growing hotter and hotter with each moment. She knows she won’t last long, not with Himeko’s skill and her own inexperience. She forces her eyes open and observes the sexiest sight she’s ever seen before her: Himeko unrelentingly worshipping her body, her silky crimson hair splayed between her thighs. In conjunction with Himeko’s tongue at her clit, it’s too much, and soon she spills. Stelle unleashes a breathy moan and lets go. Her body convulses slightly from the strength of her orgasm. She’s powerless, unable to do anything but ride the wave of pleasure as Himeko milks every last dreg of her orgasm out of her. All things good must come to an end, however. After the last of her climax overcomes Stelle, her breathing slowly returning to a normal rate, she opens her eyes to Himeko, her hair mussed and her body gleaming with sweat beside her. She turns her gaze downward to Himeko’s core, ashamedly neglected in Stelle’s own pursuit for pleasure. “Do you want me to…” Stelle trails off, her question left unsaid. Himeko gently shakes her head. “There’s always next time—that is, if you’re willing?” Himeko poses the question with an unsure smile. “Himeko, I’d like nothing more.” “Good, I’m glad,” she hums in response, moving to lay on her side and then throwing an arm around Stelle’s waist. Stelle gets the hint then lays against her, her back pressed against Himeko’s soft breasts. Stelle’s never known peace like this before, here in Himeko’s arms. Himeko gazes at a nearby clock, then brings a sheet over them, gently covering their bodies. “We have a while still, rest with me for a spell?” “Of course.” Himeko hums, contented. Stelle can feel her eyes begin to close, post-orgasm drowsiness overcoming her body. It won’t take long for her to fall asleep like this. As sleep’s lull begins to take her, Himeko whispers against her ear. “I forgot to mention it earlier, but did you get the trailblazing steps down? I can explain them for you again if you need me to.” Stelle laughs. Oh, Himeko. Her girlfriend never changes. “How could I ever forget them?” Himeko’s a rather effective teacher, though she’s created an entirely new problem. How is Stelle going to do her trailblazer duties without blushing when Himeko’s naked body will forever appear in her mind?

cherry wine

['saiahwrites']

General Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Blade/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka and Blade's Cat (Honkai: Star Rail), Mentioned Silver Wolf (Honkai: Star Rail)

Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Alcohol, Dancing, blafka brainrot is so real rn, Not Beta Read, not beta read we die like cocolia, im sorry i had to, Bisexual Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Pansexual Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), cat parents blafka canon, blade is the little spoon

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

2,503

1/1

8

171

9

2,360

['MiraGaia', 'AmuUnfortunate', 'RockQueen20', 'MNA07', 'TFG', 'Hellie_shie', 'Eyo6899', 'roadtrip_system', 'KouyouSyndrome', 'kazureis', 'Millenia4', 'FloatingShoelace', 'qdqm', 'vaenaenaes', 'theFa1rlady', 'Sunangel12', 'Its_Ame', 'Mang03s', 'jmayworks', 'bella_donna418', 'mangoslut', 'Sandony', 'p00pDemon', 'feiying', 'arselia', 'SapphicSapphire12', 'Vixielol', 'Wichurra', 'mquthless', 'weirdoivy', 'Just_gaby', 'Miuixyunamai', 'lukeprotector', 'GGBobcho003', 'Nekonoha', 'Lillybelle23', 'JTSkibbles', 'blueberry__muffin', 'skittle2', 'melancholyclover', 'raging_nerd', 'ORVrice', 'IceCream97', 'ghostlytears', 'queengin', 'lovingyu', 'Miyukidreams', 'Lilithal', 'Enlightened_Insomniac', 'Strawberry_chuu']

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> Kafka (11:00): Bladie, are you awake?   She didn’t expect a response in all honesty. Blade usually was asleep by this time–and it was probably more likely that he was as he was out on an expedition. By the off chance though… Maybe Blade would be able to come back in order to fill his usual spot on Kafka’s bed. After all, she didn’t want to sleep alone. Damn it , Kafka thought–she had promised herself even before things got serious with Blade that she wouldn’t grow dependent on him. Yet here she was, restless, midnight coming closer and closer by the minute and she couldn’t seem to sleep. So, she wasn’t about to louse around and waste a potential all-nighter. She had some important plans to devise after all for the next day, and it wouldn’t harm her to get that started in advance. Kafka fixed the velvet robe on her frame, humming a quiet tune as she headed to her desk. She put her reading glasses on before taking out a large stack of papers, detailing information from the Astral Express’ plans for what the Stellaron Hunters would do when they finally got ahead of their bigshot opponents at the Xianzhou Alliance. “Mm, this goes here, ah– this is rubbish, oh, but this?” Kafka raised an eyebrow when she came across Blade’s file for the current expedition he was on. He was scheduled to come back to quarters tomorrow–well, to come back home to Kafka more specifically. Yet she found herself feeling impatient. It wasn’t like Blade would walk through the door tonight, though.  That was surely impossible, right? Well, that impossibility became completely possible when her phone went off, raising an eyebrow as there was no reason for anyone but Blade to message her at this time. When she read who sent it, she smiled in satisfaction, knowing that she was right.   > Blade (11:30):  sorry, I was caught up in some last-minute stuff. I am awake though… why are you awake, Kafka? > Kafka (11:30): Can't sleep. Our bed’s so empty without you.   For added effect, she added a sad sticker. That always worked like a charm.    >Blade (11:30):  alright, alright. I’ll be home before midnight. and do me a favour, Kafka? > Kafka (11:31): yes? >Blade (11:30):  pour us some wine. I need to blow off some steam.   Kafka sent a thumbs up and exited the chat, a soft smile gracing her features. She felt like the luckiest woman ever, honestly, as her boyfriend was willing to come back early for her from this important expedition. This wasn’t the first time had done this either–same with Kafka too, she had been in Blade’s position a handful of times as well. She headed over to one of the cabinets in her room, dedicated to holding these beautiful wine glasses she picked up from her recent escapade to the Xianzhou Luofu. Then she fished out one of the many bottles of high-end alcohol she and Blade had collected together on their travels. She set the glasses down on her desk and poured the drink she selected–hmm, cherry-flavoured wine? Not one of Kafka’s personal favourites, but she knew Blade’s secret sweet tooth would appreciate it. Right as she thought of him, a knock on the door sounded. Kafka’s heart fluttered in her chest as she headed over to the door, opening it to the very welcome sight of Blade.   “Hello—.” “Speak of the devil! No need to be so awkward, love.” Kafka chuckled softly, embracing him tightly and Blade leaned down to place a kiss on the top of her head. “I.. missed you, Kafka.” Blade mumbled, and Kafka awed at him–leading him further into their room and sat Blade down on one of the chairs. “I missed you too, Bladie. So, how was it?” Kafka asked, and Blade hesitated a bit on his answer. The expedition was nothing special, but at the same time, it meant the world to him. Under the guise of needing to pick up some confidential documents regarding Dan Heng and the rest of the Express, Blade had gone to a jewellery shop that he had been meaning to visit for a while. He had picked out this beautiful necklace that practically screamed Kafka when he saw it. He also got himself a matching bracelet to go with that, so this whole expedition was definitely worth his time. He had both the necklace and the bracelet in a neat little black box in his pocket for now, deciding he’d give it to her later tonight. For now… Blade looked at the wine glasses on the table and then at Kafka, admiration shining in his eyes when he realised Kafka poured his favourite drink. “Thank you, love.” Blade mumbled shyly, before picking up his glass and swirling it around a bit.   Before Blade could take a sip, Kafka reached for her own glass and proposed a toast. “Cheers to us finally being back together! And cheers to the little gift you brought back for me, haha.” Kafka could practically see through Blade like an open window, so she knew that Blade was hiding something. She just would’ve never expected Blade to get something so beautiful. Well, Blade did tend to get Kafka nice things, like their pet cat who was fast asleep on its bed—and the pair of shades Kafka always adorned on her head.  Yet this necklace was… stunning. “Wow, Blade. I never fail to fall more in love with you.” Kafka mumbled sincerely, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against Blade’s cheek—who then went to kiss her properly. The taste of cherry wine lingered on Kafka’s lips and suddenly, she loved the drink. After about half an hour of heartfelt conversations and catching up with each other, the wine glasses ran dry and both of them were beginning to feel the effects of that.  Blade let loose a little, and Kafka could tell from how his expression was soft. She always loved this side of Blade—doting, calm, and surprisingly elegant. Kafka herself though, well—she was a bit of a wild card when she was drunk.   So it was no surprise to Blade when Kafka suddenly stood up and headed for a record player she kept around in her room. Blade raised an eyebrow at how classical music started playing—it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary but he was wondering why Kafka was setting the mood like this. “Come on, Bladie! The night won't dance away by itself~” Oh. This surprisingly wasn’t the first time Kafka invited him to dance in the middle of her bedroom, drunk, at midnight. It definitely had been quite a while since they last did that though, so Blade felt excitement swell in his chest as he got up. His hands intertwined with hers, sharing fond looks and chuckling at how domestic the two were in the moment… This was pure bliss. As much as Blade enjoyed conquering the battlefield with Kafka at his side, he cherished these small, intimate moments fhe most.   Same with Kafka, who was nothing but happy in the moment. She leaned up to connect her lips with Blade’s yet again, heart thumping in her chest as Blade led her into a spin and dipped her—his strong arms holding her firm before lifting her up in the air. “Aw, what a charmer!” Kafka mused, Blade putting her down as the song came to an end. She wanted to put another one on, but it was already getting rather late. Blade deserved all the rest in the world after getting her this beautiful necklace, tracing over the gemstones of it at that thought and admiring the handiwork that went into making it for a moment. Blade had gone to their closet and pulled out his black robe, swapping his usual outfit for his pyjamas as Kafka waited on the bed for him. Though, when Blade removed his shirt, some scratches and bruises that came from the scuffle he got into not long before coming back home were revealed. He didn’t know Kafka could be quicker than she already was, but before he knew it he was in their bathroom where Kafka started dressing his wounds, disinfecting the scratches and rubbing ointment onto his bruises. He cringed a little at the pain, and at how Kafka went on to scold him. “I told you to be more careful! Don’t pick meaningless fights, okay..?” “You sound a lot like someone I know.” Blade joked, and Kafka rolled his eyes at him before leaning in to kiss him again. “Enough talking, start sleeping. You need to be ready and healthy for tomorrow after all. Right . Him and Kafka had to go pay a visit to the Luofu again to deal with some unfinished business. And to shop around, of course.   Kafka helped Blade with tying his robe around his waist, worried about her boyfriend overexerting himself any more than he already had. She was fully in a protective headspace right now, making a mental note to deal with whoever hurt Blade. Well, assuming that Blade hadn’t dealt with them himself already–he probably did. Whatever, she still cared so much about Blade’s wellbeing right now to the point where she suddenly picked him up in a bridal carry, only to take him back to their bed. “I can walk by myse–” “Shh!” Kafka chuckled a little at how Blade huffed in defeat, putting him down on their bed and lying down next to him.  When Blade yawned, Kafka looked endearingly at him, reaching over for their covers and throwing it over Blade and herself. “Sleep, okay?” Kafka encouraged softly, and allowed Blade to cuddle up closer to her. That’s when a hushed meow sounded from the corner of the room, Blade and Kafka sharing unamused looks as well, clearly, they’d have to wait a little to sleep now that their cat woke up. Kafka still kept Blade close to her as she beckoned their cat over, the black furball hopping onto the bed and stepping all Blade who spoke a series of “ow”’s in an unamused, tired voice. Kafka just laughed, picking their cat up with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Blade, and bringing it closer to her. “Looks just like you.” Kafka mused. “You’ve said that at least thirty times, love.” Blade mumbled, but Kafka knew that he agreed.   Blade watched as Kafka showered their cat with love and affection, huffing a bit as he was feeling a little jealous of the adorable feline. Who seemed to give Blade a cocky look. “Hey, I’m here too.” Blade huffed, a pout on his lips which Kafka kissed away–before going back to coddling their cat. Great . Blade just chuckled as he went to pet their cat too, heart swelling at how it started purring. “We haven’t named it yet.” “She’s a girl, Blade. And our daughter!” Kafka corrected him, Blade sighing with a smile on his lips as he snuggled closer up to her. “Well, what should we name our daughter again?”“Not anything dark. Don’t even think of naming her Machete or Arson or something like that.” “...Maybe you should name her, Kafka.” Blade chuckled, resting his head in the crook of Kafka’s neck. He was starting to get tired now.. maybe naming their cat–well, their child , could wait for the morning. He noticed Kafka too was losing her energy, so it was best that the both of them got some shuteye. Though, their cat wasn’t going to let them. In fact, when Blade’s eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, their cat started making biscuits on him. Kafka laughed as Blade groaned a bit in frustration, but he couldn’t be mad at the dark furball that was tormenting him.   “Go make biscuits on her.” Blade mumbled, and Kafka gasped in mock distress. “Hey, let her make biscuits wherever. She’s hard working after all.” “And I’m not?” “I didn’t say that, Bladie~” Kafka laughed a bit and Blade, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.  Kafka was feeling pretty tired now, but as the scent of the still-open wine bottle wafted over to her–she was in the mood for another round of drinks. So she sat up, helping Blade into a sitting position and went to go pour drinks. “Balcony?” Blade nodded, and Kafka took their drinks to the balcony overlooking their headquarters. It was a bit rainy outside, but thankfully Blade had installed an umbrella to shield them from the weather. There was also two plush seats and a table, where the drinks ended up sitting as the couple looked out into the beautiful night sky. “Maybe we should name her something space related.” Blade suddenly spoke, and Kafka raised an eyebrow at that idea. “That’d be interesting. And meaningful, too.” Kafka reached for her wine glass and took a long sip as she thought. “Mm, Nebula?” “Thought we decided on no ‘edgy’ names.” Blade chuckled, and Kafka playfully nudged him.  “We could name her Cherry.” Kafka almost spit out her wine at that reply as she never in a million years would've guessed that… Cherry… was the name Blade thought of. It seemed to fit their cat though, and it paid homage to the drinks they just drank, so despite the shock, Kafka nodded in approval.   “We’ll make her other name Nebula. Just so she can be edgy from time to time.” Blade grinned, moving to kiss Kafka again before the both of them finished up their wine and headed back into their bedroom. “Tired now?” Kafka mumbled, easing into their bed with a sigh of comfort leaving her. Blade followed suit, going to wrap his arms around Kafka again as Cherry nuzzled up next to them. “Yeah, we should really sleep now. It’s 1.” He fixed the sheets over himself, Kafka, and Cherry. Blade really did hope that he was able to wake up early the following morning for their mission, but at this point that seemed rather impossible. Whatever, he thought getting with Kafka in the first place was impossible–and that happened. So with one small shred of hope in his heart, Blade decided to close his eyes, getting lulled to sleep by Kafka’s comforting scent and her humming a quiet tune for the both of them. Kafka fell asleep not much later, and so did Cherry.   The morning came, and the couple was still fast asleep–Kafka softly snoring as she had taken the majority of the blanket from Blade, who was currently getting a faceful of Cherry’s fur as she decided to loaf right in front of him.  Even a bunch of missed calls from Silver Wolf didn’t wake up either of them. So Silver Wolf decided to just call off the mission and reschedule it for a later day, letting the couple and the Xianzhou Alliance have a leisure day for once.

Why Her?

['CondorBoH']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), starch - Relationship

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Amnesia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Honestly its mostly just soft and, girls talking about their feelings, but like the girls in question dont know how to talk about said feelings because heehoo no memories, Drabble, kinda short, dog-girl Stelle, Not literally but her brain works like that

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-03

1,094

1/1

20

676

70

5,846

['RazenXyI', 'HuffleSnout', 'aquatra', 'Im_not_obsessed71234', 'Mipha121', 'a_aahnn1es', 'killuasholytears', 'TalaraNi', 'Der_Unlisted8448', 'heyblue', 'Just_Uta', 'SkepticalSceptile', 'Inko_sayso', 'Mithramel', 'iamfestival', 'Yuri11111', 'AurorahasADHD', 'Babyblack69', 'divineAfterthought', 'tsukaretired', 'Squishy_Sky', 'KweenofThorn', 'shiro567', 'krimzana', 'Sixerry', 'BeanusBingus', 'Fruchroze', 'logros13', 'lilylilac338', 'Yevasxvoid', 'Estnov', 'Koalasecret', 'froggyfog', 'LovelessAro', 'Snow_Drop_Blue', 'Esthesilly', 'FireCommander', 'captinartemis', 'Gyrazal618', 'PhantomSol', 'Binterswint_A1', 'soggne', 'emily0405', 'Medrel', 'karmachen', 'Codefile57', 'nex_is_screaming', 'sylvieXI', 'Lurk_9', 'Wolf_Of_The_West']

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March 7th was grumpy.  Stelle wasn't the smartest person around, in fact she had heard many in Belobog compare her to a racoon or a 'sad, wet dog'. These were not inaccurate by any measure, admittedly. She struggled to read people, a consequence of being born (or reborn, she couldn't quite be sure) a scant week or so ago. Yet she could still tell, from the closeness she held with the pastel photographer that she was... grumpy. Or mad? Maybe both? March was a very animated person, like uncovering a tangled mess of threads it was hard for Stelle to truly understand her emotions. But this was very clear.March herself had her arms crossed, a pout on her lips and was doing her best to avoid looking at Stelle, even when she maneuverer herself in front of the archer. She just turned away. Each time. It actually became kind of fun, and despite the blank expression on her face, Stelle's eyes lit up with minor excitement. Was this a game? Would March get dizzy the more she did this? Maybe she should go faste- "Gah! Enough, stop being so cu- I mean annoying!" March suddenly cried out, stamping an indignant foot and rounding to look at a wide-eyed Stelle. "Can't you tell that I'm mad at you!?"Stelle tilted her head in mild confusion, that little glimmer in her eyes fading. "Yes? I can tell you're upset. I didn't know it was at me. Did I do something wrong?" The bright young woman frowned, a pout once again forming before sticking a finger right between Stelle's eyes (which she went cross-eyed to look at), "Of course you did something wrong! That Kafka, when she told us to come here you perked up and listened to every word she said. She's a bad guy! Stellaron Hunters are bad news but she's like, the worst news. We came here because we want to help people but I can't tell if you want that or just wanted to do what she said." Stelle's frown deepened, her lips pressed into a thin line. She was thinking, how to reply properly. Thoughts swam in her mind and she blurted out the first one that formed something close to words. "Yes."March blinked, "Yes... what?"The trailblazer's lips moved as she thought before finally speaking, "Yes. To... both?" March threw her hands up in the air which caused Stelle to flinch before she quickly spoke again, "Wait, wait! I did vote to go to the Xianzhou fleet because the people here are in danger. That's the right thing to do and... I want to do the right thing. That's what I think. I would have voted the same even if it was Pom-Pom who told us." A small light shone in Stelle's eyes, "But it was Kafka, so I decided to vote 'yes' quicker." Stelle looked proud for a moment, not understanding why March looked less than pleased with her response. She stood still as the more animated woman paced back and forth, following her with her blank golden eyes. "Why?" Asked March 7th.Stelle just tilted her head.March rolled her eyes and elaborated, voice rising with a mixture of anger and exasperation. "Why her? Why do you listen to her? Stellaron Hunters are bad, remember? They're criminals and they hurt people.""Because I trust her." Stelle answered. This was not the answer that March wanted, she knew. But it had to be said."Why? Did she do something to your head?"Stelle looked away, finding something to ground her thoughts in the flowing sea of clouds around them. Her brain was a mismatched puzzle. Sometimes the pieces fit, but the art on the pieces did not match. They were part of different puzzles and she couldn't tell that they didn't match until she tried to put them together. But she managed to find enough to form a proper answer. "March." Stelle spoke gently, stepping up to the clearly upset girl and grounding her with a hug. "I trust you."Slowly, the bright young woman returned the hug, nestling her head into the taller girl's shoulder. "But why do you trust her?""Why do you carry a camera?" March frowned, turning her head slightly and pulling away a bit to look Stelle in the eyes. "To make new memories. To make sure that even if I forget again, I will have a lead this time."Stelle nodded, blank expression turning to a slight smile. "It's... like that. Kafka is my camera. She gave me glimpses of who I might have been before, gave me hints of where to go next. Gave you to me. She's confusing, but..."Her mind replayed the first scene she had ever seen, Kafka's gentle expression and warm, loving smile when she spoke to the awakening receptacle. "I know she cares about me because I am me. She's not... like, inside of my head. I can tell what that feels like, to have someone else speak inside of there - like with the Stellaron and Cocolia. I am making my own decisions, carving my own path. I just want to make sure she's still in it. I know she's bad, March. But I still trust her. Because Kafka does not want to control me. If she's trying to hurt people, I'll stop her. I'll side with the Astral Express and do the right thing, every time. But I trust her." What Stelle failed to say out loud, however, was 'I want her to look at me like that again. So fondly, so lovingly. I want to be alone with her again so that mask can slip and she can smile at me'. After what felt like minutes of silence, March settled back into the pair's embrace and buried her face into Stelle's neck. That wasn't the answer she wanted. But it made sense. She grumbled something, her breath making Stelle giggle. It tickled...Finally, the bright young woman spoke. "You know, you're not meant to talk about other girls like that when you're holding me." Stelle pouted, tightening her hug to make sure that March knew that she was loved. "Awww, March. I don't see her like that. You're the only one for me -" Quick, think of a cute pet name... "- my lil' ice pop."The breath left Stelle's lungs as March hit her with a bit too much strength, "You're so dumb."She couldn't help but laugh in response. "Besides, if I did that'd be weird. I think she's my mum."March froze. "What?"

Moments with Gepard

['VividBlue']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Reader

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

722

1/1

2

53

3

1,715

['lilzha', 'Seromi', 'xXK4thiXx', 'Swetenby', 'Paper__Butterfly', 'Naomeme101', 'Raseba20', 'afoolami', '3NightmareNeko', 'Escorpionaltaira', 'Kotofeila', 'kitty5592', 'Lauomi_henlo', 'Afpnia', 'ToFeelEmbarrassment', 'vivissaz', 'weiimadara', 'aja_x', 'vynn30', 'blueflag', 'Trixxt33rLee', 'Emelin', 'bliztbika', 'Shiggy_Chan', 'Ch33ryb10ss0m', 'Xenonikal']

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Chapter 1: Isekai’ed When truck-kun hit you, you didn’t expect it to be today. Heck, you didn’t expect it to be ever. You walked when the light turned white with the walking human sign across the street. All the cars stopped but you were too late to catch the sound of the honking truck. Before you knew it, you felt the solid ground of the concrete floor beneath you, the chatter of the crowd around you and the hazy and disoriented vision of the sky above you. You can hear the whirling sound of the ambulance in the distance as your consciousness fades into black as you expect death to claim you peacefully. However, the first feeling you felt was the cold. And it wasn’t any cold, it wasn’t North Pole cold, IT WAS THE COLD. You slowly opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was the gray sky and the vast wintry mix of the landscape around you. You laid in a pile of snow and as you got up, you realized that the snow reached to your knees. And you were FUCKING FREEZING. You shivered and what you wore, an over-sized gray hoodie and a pair of blue jeans, was not enough to fend off the cold. You gazed at the surrounding area around you, attempting to find any evidence of life in the vast white landscape but nothing. You felt a chill run down your spine and realized that you could actually die if you didn’t do anything. So you began to walk, the sound of the snow crunching beneath your feet as you took each step. You were only dressed for mild cold weather, not extremely cold and this was extremely cold. As you continued to walk, with the surrounding area unchanging and the scenery unchanging, you began to lose hope until you heard the sound of something, something mechanical. And as you turned around, your heart dropped into your stomach as you came face to face with what looked like a galactic monster. Oh fuck, was your first thought. Oh fuck indeed as your instincts kicked in and before you knew it, you were running for your life and screaming at the top of your lungs. The monster chased after you with its lethal looking blades (how the fuck were those things even created). However, with how thick the snow was beneath you and with the shoes you wore being inappropriate for the weather and for the area, you soon fell to the ground. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” You screamed to the top of your lungs as the monster came dangerously close to you. It raised its blades and was about to stab you through the heart when a guitar-looking case was thrown at the monster, knocking it aside. The monster got up but a flash of light blue energy froze it in place. And you became even more befuddled when you heard the sound of footsteps running towards you. “Are you alright!?” asked a commanding and authoritative male voice. You looked to the side to see a man with messy platinum blond hair and blue eyes gaze intensely at you. He kneeled at your level and held you by the small of your back. He was plated in white armor with black and gold here and there. And your words were stuck in your throat. Did this man really use ice powers, throw a guitar case, and look handsome to rescue you? Yes, you thought. But you couldn’t stay in your thoughts for long as you heard the eerie sound of that monster you were running away from come close by. The handsome man with stereotypical good western looks laid you gently against the back of a conveniently placed rock (where the fuck did that damn rock come from when you needed it most) and shielded you from the monster. When the battle was fought and over, the monster disappeared into some void, the man ran back to you. When you realized that you were no longer in danger, the adrenaline that you have been running on suddenly ceased and all of a sudden you felt lightheaded and tired. You almost fell against the snowy ground if not for the warm and big hand of the man who just saved you and blacked out.

a table for two?

['stargazz']

Not Rated

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Mutual Pining, Flirting, Alternate Universe, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, First Dates, accidental date, Teasing, march was mentioned twice, First Kiss, Caelus is a little shit, Pretty Boys

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,248

1/1

115

3

2,249

['AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'authortobias', 'pumpkin_leaves', 'mkay6081', 'Kaeridotcom', 'Moooonrin', 'UnknownAshie', 'Lalalaloo', 'kavkavkav', 'Alix_07', 'Fxckingtiredoflife', 'LuckyStudent77', 'DarkusRising', 'CatsCatsCatsCat', 'Chuma20', 'ItsMeYur1', 'Phantomz_Ice', 'Sun2un', 'Almightylizard', 'CrazyFangirl12', 'JustALazyBish', 'Kotofeila', 'Sspacejelly', 'Neffel', 'ReverieRev', 'ReVybi', 'SiLvEr529RaIn', '99spaceace', 'MiriTheDump', 'Jaybeeee', 'RandomAjax', 'BreakMyFall', 'Boobies101', 'Kageno_Noroi3106', 'granolabarr', 'Jacks_nonsense', 'i_love_everyone', 'xXAstraM1dnight', 'beidousfave', 'HaruxLD23', 'Freddle444', 'RaiZel_yumyum', 'kAgsBlubErry', 'Mainxiao', 'aakriti109', 'TakeMyHeart17', 'Random_FandomShipper', 'Quartets', 'salamandra_plamista', 'Xenon_5830']

[]

Ever since Caelus found himself in a new high school, he's been constantly hanging out with two pretty odd people. March someone who's bubbly and likes photography. Dan who's more silent and pretty– ehh well that's all he can focus on. No matter how hard he tries to focus in classes or in his free time he is constantly stuck on dan heng’s pretty features. His soft eyes and pretty lips really are all he stares at, he feels bad for completely not paying attention to March but how can he when Dan is right there next to her. Anyways he's been invited to go out and eat with Dan heng and March is tagging along too. Caelus is pretty excited for what is going to be there to offer, hopefully a lot of trash. Apparently Dan heng said he would cover the bill, he's never had food from this place before so he can't wait to eat some good food. Seems like that's his two favorite things as of now, Dan and food which is pretty nice considering he's going to have both at the same time. Caelus was going to plan out what he should wear for tomorrow but decided that that's way too much effort and should just go to bed and have fun while eating nice food the next day. He slumped down into his bed and dozed off. An alarm rang loud and repeated multiple times, Caelus grabbed his phone and immediately turned it off while looking at the time on his phone. He was very ready to go right back to sleep before he realized what day it is and what's to come. Caelus sprung up and started getting ready as he grabbed some clothes and ran into the bathroom, before he heard a notification from his phone March- heyyy guys.. Haha funny story i won't be able to make it to lunch!! Something came up with Stelle and I can't miss it really sorry :( but hey you two enjoy the day by yourselves okay? Okay!! Oh well that changes everything, i mean before it was a hangout with friends but i mean now it's technically a date at that point! Caelus ignored himself being delusional and decided to go back in his closet and choose a better outfit, then in the bathroom he took extra time styling his hair and even checked himself out in the bathroom making sure he looked neat. Caelus grabbed his phone checking the time and–oh no he's late.. All his extra preparation made him late. Caelus ran out of where he was staying practically knocking himself over and tripping over his feet. He ran over to where they were supposed to meet dodging everyone passing by and trying to not knock over anything that is on the street. He ran into the restaurant and went over to the booth they were set to. Dan was getting ready to get up and leave before he saw Caelus panting looking like all the wind was beaten out of his body. “I'm so sorry i'm late–i got caught up and before i realized all the time had passed!! I'm so sorry I left you waiting!” he said it all in one breath sitting down on one side clearly stressed out. Dan heng was stunned, he lightly blushed seeing Caelus and how much more pretty he was today. Dan always did find him pretty, but today was really different. Would he really do this just to hang out with friends? He didn't see him as the type to dress up nice on casual occasions, not even special ones. All of this was definitely worth the wait. “Oh um, it's fine Caelus you look really nice anyways.. I feel a bit underdressed compared to you.” he lightly chuckled after trying to start a conversation, although he was quite nervous he couldn't figure out why. Caelus almost jumped at the compliment, he was happy his efforts didn't go to waste. He could feel himself blush and smiled back at Dan. He tried to play it cool but can feel himself crumbling inside. The waiter came over and asked for their order, despite being there for a while they didn't decide what to get and hurried to the menu. Caelus had no idea what to get, there were so many options and names he had never heard of before. Dan Heng already ordered so Caelus just asked Dan to order for him not knowing what to expect. The waiter smiled and walked away after they both ordered and got a drink to go with it. “I can't believe we forgot to look at the menu after all that time..” Dan Heng joked while also feeling pretty silly for what just happened. “Yeah we were too busy admiring one another.” Caelus laughed, trying to test the waters. Dan Heng laughed trying to get that weird feeling in his stomach away, trying to not overlook the fact that Caelus also finds him pretty. He couldn't figure out the signals Caelus was sending if he was just joking or if he meant it– ah he already started overlooking it. He blushed while he chuckled at himself while Caelus on the other side looked quite concentrated trying to read his expression. “oo you look so cute blushing!” Caelus tried to say it in more of a teasing way but it's hard when you really mean it. He decided to not shy away at the opportunities shining in front of him. Dan heng looked away to the side “what has even gotten into you lately!?” He said it in a jokingly serious way not wanting to send Caelus away if he's serious but at the same time not trying to raise suspicion if he isn't. Caelus leaned closer to Dan “this isn't anything new i've just decided to say my thoughts out loud, why don't you start saying yours as well?” The teasing was maximized at that point as Caelus observed dan heng. … Dan heng paused “I don't think I have to use words to display my thoughts.” Dan smiled and leaned in completing what Caelus started, it felt nice as if their lips were a perfect match. Caelus almost exploded with happiness, not only were Dan Heng's lips pretty, they were also really soft as expected. Both had their hands glued to their sides way too nervous to go any further, the kiss held out and both slowly backed away. Neither of them dared to make eye contact with the other. Pink coated their noses and cheeks, and Dan heng looked at the other first. “You're just as cute when you blush.” he laughed “Is that really all you have to say, wow who knew dating goes downhill so fast.” Caelus huffed and looked right back at him realizing his teasing might backfire back at him. The waiter arrived with their food, they looked at each other realizing they forgot all about what they had ordered previously. After they finished their food with Dan paying ( some teasing in between) Dan walked Caelus home. “Bye dan i really had fun today with you!” Caelus smiled trying to keep it cool after everything that happened. “Yeah I had fun too, thankfully I live near here so it won't be a long walk for me. Call me for anything” Dan heng’s smile was small but soft, he waved Caelus away as he ran to the door back home.

a winter night won’t ever be as cold as your lips

['sapphoarle']

General Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game)

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele Vollerei/Bronya Zaychik

Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Cocolia (Honkai Impact 3rd)

References to Honkai Impact, Flashbacks, Reincarnation, Pining, so much pining, Bronya’s got it bad, Short & Sweet, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta we die like Cocolia, Short One Shot

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,066

1/1

5

234

15

2,704

['RichardPham', 'Laserwise', 'Lalalaloo', 'A_bored_writer_for_fun', 'Dragonhunter737', 'Fuxuanless', 'ShurtugalLenya', 'Glaucouss', 'WolfyKnight5071', 'Cup32', 'solomivan', 'LittleWolf121', 'LesbianSadAndTired', 'bleblebl', 'wlwwonderland', 'ReinesYatogami647', 'BUNNYVEN0M', 'FallenKing47', 'Emerald_Hermit', 'Weaseltotheface', 'TheSinner11979', 'Nova_Crystallis_XIII', 'Whrlingx', 'Azuos', 'PotatoEggSalad', 'gaylittledaisy', 'SuperiorDefenestrator', 'Astrealiaa', 'MiharuError', 'Pokecather', 'Jenerisk', 'Yaru', 'I_Feel_Lonely_While_Reading', 'kailopscia', 'VertexDrifter', 'Negaozinhu', 't3chn1c', 'Myx_Shinuro', 'DemonMoon11', 'iLoveMarsha', 'Aegis332', 'lx2273', 'Korablick', 'spacedoutpi', 'nijitoru', 'LupisCanus', 'SuperFulcrum13', 'Liljusx3', 'forallyourtragediesillwritehappyendings', 'bladeist']

[]

Bronya looked down at the snow. It was a bright white and a familiar sight to those of Belobog. The snow was deep, forever burrowing whatever was unfortunate enough not to grow atop it.    Today, something felt off about the snow. Something about the way it clumped in Bronya’s hand, something about the way her heart beat just a little faster when the cold surface came into contact with her gloved hand. It was silly, Bronya knows, but the snow seemed to be giving her a sense of.. nostalgia.   It held a sort of warmness to it, despite its obvious frigid exterior. It was like Bronya had memories attached to the snow.. And then it hit her.    It was like a slap to the face. Suddenly, Bronya was in what seemed to be an orphanage, which was clothed in dust and sickly children.    Bronya observed herself in the nearest ancient mirror, only to find that she seemed like she was ten again, in her memory-like state. She was noticeably shorter, and her ringlets were tied into two childish pigtails. She also felt numb in her legs.    She looked down, and to her horror, found them dangling beneath her, hovering a few centimetres off the ground. She was levitating. And she couldn’t use her legs.    Bronya wanted to scream, but her child-like body had other plans. Instead, it walked-hovered-, over too a crying girl, who was slumped over a wood chest.    Her back was turned to Bronya, but she could still hear her muffled sniffles and sobs.   She didn’t turn around, even after Bronya profusely tapped her on the shoulder. Bronya sucked in her teeth, slightly annoyed at her being ignored.    The girl turned around. She had big blue eyes, so deep that Bronya could feel herself get sucked in by them. Her hair was black, but slowly curved into a dark blue. The recognition made Bronya’s stomach drop. Seele.    Seele. The recognition was uncanny. But something about the girl seemed softer: less jagged and more smooth around the edges. Seele looked straight through her like she wasn’t there. But Bronya could not displace the true feeling this girl gave her. Childhood innocence.    Did the blunt and spiky Seele ever even have such innocence? No, even the stories Seele told Bronya of her childhood, (which still sent a spark of recognition tingling down her spine, as if she had been there) describe young Seele still as jagged as ever.    So who was this Seele? A doppelgänger? An evil twin?- or maybe a good twin, to be more accurate to Seele’s character. An alternate reality?    Something about the last suggestion made Bronya shiver. Or maybe it was the sudden slam of the door, which let a dozen snowflakes wander in, whilst the rest were crudely shut out.    Wait- an outside door? Bronya hadn’t even noticed one before. She quickly looked up from the odd Seele, only to find her day egg even weirder.    The woman who stepped through the door was none other than her own mother.    Tall and proud, with the unmissable blonde ringlets that curved round her face like a vine. Everything about her was the same. Her mole, her half-lidded purple eyes, but Bronya still felt something was off.     Something about the woman was cruel. The conclusion sent shivers down Bronya’s spine and made the roof of her mouth go all sticky.    Bronya felt a mix of emotions stir in her gut. Hatred. Love. Disgust. Admiration. Regret. Longing.    Then, as her heart struggled to deal with its inner turmoil, the scene changed.    They now sat on a brown sofa, sunlight, artificial or not, Bronya couldn’t tell, seeping in through behind them.    Them being a young Seele and Bronya. A book lay in their hands, a cartoon picture of a young woman trekking across the shores off the beach laying dormant on the pages.    Alternate Seele blinked. Then tears erupted in her eyes.    “I have never seen the sea.” She said, her voice quiet and weak against the silence.    She had never heard real life Seele sound like that. So broken, so lacking in her natural fire. Bronya also traced her mind over the girl’s words. Sea… she had never heard that word in her life.    But Memory-Bronya had.    Memory Bronya stroked a hand across Seele’s cheek, gently wiping away her tears. When they had no effect of consoling her, she reached upwards and slowly kissed her tears away.    Real Life Bronya felt her entire heart explode. The gentleness, the touch, the close proximity. It was all so.. intimate!   It’s not like Bronya had never dreamed of touching Seele. The girl was pretty, and every brush of their shoulders sent an exhilarating spark right through her.    But this?    Bronya could feel her face redden evern deeper at the next thing memory like Bronya said.    “What does it look like, Bronya?” Seele asked between deep breaths, gazing deep into Bronya’s eyes.    Bronya stroked Seele’s cheek and smiled. “Just like Seele’s eyes.”    Bronya was taken out of the memory with a large jolt. She found her entire chest covered in the remains of a snowball. In any other situation, she would have been angry, but all that was left of her was deep and utter confusion.    Her heart ran when she looked up. March Seventh, the most likely culprit, was gathering snow for her next victim. But Seele, the harsh one, stood before Bronya, her hand held out as she caught a snowflake that dropped from the sky.    Her gaze was concentrated on the snowflake, as if she had never seen the thing before, but then it hit her that she probably hadn’t. Undergrounders were confined to the deep mines, never allowed to see the snow on the surface. Bronya’s stomach shifted uncomfortably as she bit her cheek.    Seele’s hand cupped the snowflake like it was the most delicate thing in the world. And that’s when she saw her.    The dream Seele. Soft, her jagged edges smooth, as her eyes lit up as she innocently observed the snowflake.    Bronya had never seen the ocean. Probably never would. But she knew that Seele’s eyes were just as blue and just as deep as the ocean. Whatever that maybe.    Bronya greatly understood Dream-Like Bronya’s soft intimacy towards Odd Seele now. The strange feeling bloomed in Bronya’s chest as she desperately imagined the soft feel of the curve of Seele’s cheek. 

Caelus's Scar Ref

['ThisFandomIsntDead']

General Audiences

Other

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Drawing

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

21

1/1

5

53

1

2,522

['TimelessLife411', 'BurBerryBlue', 'OmniMaiMage', 'rokutenichi', 'Astr4lAlignments', 'ReadingonaPSP', 'welcometothiscatastrophy', 'DrunkOnTheAMs', 'FrostedShadow401', 'Fantasy_Eldritch', 'tarororororororororororo', 'Cloudy_StorM', 'begoes', 'silentKinesis', 'Ch3mical_Enh4nced', 'GeodeFanatic', 'Alexxkomik', 'halficinghalfcakeFULLABOMINATION', 'Alex_Alison', 'LollyBliz', 'xxKal_Exx', 'TXTfics0304', 'TexStudmister', 'Hahnemule', 'CosmozPictures', 'Icynightsky', 'i_love_everyone', 'ketchuplick', 'Kotofeila', '0_Salty_0', 'Inarex', 'EasyEsther', 'Mirage_Bahamut', 'Navi_863', 'Gl1tchedW1nds', 'flobuloes', 'SnakeWithFeet', 'CruelSain_t', 'Heanuhea', 'Mekong1244', 'SnowyStar', 'bummerlummer', 'granolabarr', 'teatreemint']

[]

  https://imgur.com/zV1dq48     I literally almost cried drawing that I hate drawing people, I'm more of a background kinda person.

Magma inside my Scars

['ThisFandomIsntDead']

General Audiences

Multi

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng/March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

We got some more, Yearning without realizing, Pre-Relationship, can be seen as platonic or romantic, for now, Leaning more heavy on romantic, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Honkai: Star Rail Spoilers, Honkai: Star Rail Jarilo-VI Final Boss Fight, No Beta we die like Trailblazer going into the closet, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, but barely

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,437

1/1

9

238

20

2,529

['TuttleDragon', 'Candy_4MA1', 'Khrepta', 'legendoftheotherside', 'baaiyiayoo', 'AceGlaze', 'jaspercasper', 'ServerNotFound', 'Koriiney', 'Asophogus', 'iLUVWnGJiii', 'GhostPrinceIII', 'guysa6ertwua6tgwa', 'TimelessLife411', 'White_Rabbit_Shiro', 'BurBerryBlue', 'starlightsphinx', 'OmniMaiMage', 'Ayquarium', 'Luminous27', 'LobsterPARTY', 'orkestrations', 'BloodySkies12', 'rokutenichi', 'S0leill', 'OceanicHeartbreak', 'Camiengod', 'Arcaluna', 'CelestialKitsune', 'PinkIris', 'Luna3003', 'Prienova', 'ReadingonaPSP', 'akumainoue', 'thisisup_upisno', 'Thedragonlegend5911', 'trivialtrash', 'GinTsukiii', 'Creative_Burnout', 'welcometothiscatastrophy', 'randomsoulnix', 'EchoAbYss', 'thebooksdoctor', 'DrunkOnTheAMs', 'FrostedShadow401', 'mellllll', 'Dbeeh', 'In_search_of_cheese', 'Avasonta', 'Erin_Ravenseeker']

[]

He hadn’t told them in the morning or in the following mornings after much of the same thing. Almost like the burning was whispering that he needed to lay claim to something, but that’s where they’d stop never going farther to actually telling him what they’d wanted him to claim.   It was driving him up a wall trying to figure out what the Stellaron wanted, what he wanted and it was starting to show whenever the burning lit up during the day which he could see Himeko starting to catch onto.    Then as suddenly as it ramped up to be more common during the day then night.   It.   All.   Just.   Stopped.   It was like he was in Hertas lab stripped down again, that cold feeling washing over him again and coating his scars and no matter how much he rubbed them or sat by a heater they stayed cold and became even colder still when they made it onto Jarilo-VI, the cold of the planet seemed to suck all of the warmth from as deep as his bones went.   Dan Heng and March seemed fine so he’d act the same, the dull ache of the burning trying to warm him caught him off guard when they were making their way through the city.   Then after they’d gotten back to the hotel and the morning after that everything had gone to shit. Right as they were about to be apprehended and Dan Heng had given him the go ahead for when they’d made their escape.   That near blinding burning feeling had come back in full force when he swung his bat at the guard behind him as March and Dan Heng ran ahead, it stayed with him until Sampo had knocked them all out with his smoke bombs after fighting Bronya.   ~   He woke up cold again.   ~   And again… ~   When he finally took that walk with Bronya and helped her through Rivet Town the cold still persisted and persisted.   ~   Then came when they all had to fight Cocolia, running up the arm of a giant robot was not how he thought any of it was going to go, nor did all the stops in his way. Seele had thrown him up higher and he’d barely missed brushing his fingers on the high ledge of the robot before as he was falling did Dan Hengs spear appear in his path, touching the metal made him feel like he was on fire and when he used it to get to Cocolia that burning stayed with him.   It stayed with him even as the harsh snow was whipped up into his face and he fought Cocolia alone. He wouldn’t lose.   He wouldn’t.   Couldn’t.   He.. Did…? It was so cold, the ice spreading through him, falling backwards and not even registering the wind whipping by him as he fell. Not knowing of the horrified looks of his friends.   Just… Cold. And then he was standing on nothing within the universe, going through memories that weren’t his, seeing Cocolia, Bronya, Gepard, Serval… The Guardians Will.   He watched and learned through it all, spoke with the Guardians Will. Was told to touch the amber and as he looked at the spear floating in nothing, the universe, he felt his scars lit with that pulsing burn once again.   Gripping the spear and almost losing his full grip when he got blasted back the first time before seceding and pulling it free before the Aeon flashed within his mind and the burning became all consuming.  H̶͔͝e̴͖̐͝ ̷͙̍̐į̵͋̔š̸͍̥͝ ̵̳̃m̴͕̎̉ͅi̴̼̮͘͠ṇ̵̟͌e̶͓̋,̵̦͚̿ ̷̟͒̄Q̴̡̺̐͑l̵̡̜̓i̴̻̩̒p̸̤̲͗ỗ̷̫t̵͕̱̊̈h̶̪͊́.̴̨̙̀͊  (He is mine, Qlipoth.)   The secondary voice felt like a claim he shouldn’t have heard but did with the connection to Qlipoth open for that split second.   And suddenly… He was awake and falling, that burning bursting through his body as he whipped his body around to land within the palm of the robot, looking back up from where he fell. Looking back he saw his friends' worried faces turn into relief before he turned back and pointed the flaming spear at the monster that used to be Cocolia. The battle was back on soon after Bronya spoke to Cocolia,   “No.. It can’t be..”   Cocolias voice was almost broken.   Bronyas was not.   “The will of Preservation has made its choice…”   “You know nothing of the plight of this world.. Nothing of the wait for its final end!”   “Even if we are doomed to destruction, we will go bravely, walking hand in hand into the darkness…”   “ No! That end won’t come to pass while we’re around! ”   March’s voice rang out sending flickers of warmth down Caelus’s spine.   P̴̺̑r̴̟̉ő̷̬t̶̘̚ē̶̳c̷̟̀t̷̼̊ ̶͔̓w̴̠̔h̶̓͜a̸̗̾ẗ̵̰́ ̶͓̆ǐ̷̠ş̵̀ ̷̱̄ỳ̴ͅö̴͍́ű̵̼r̵̝͐s̶̠͝ ̴̱́n̸̺͠ő̵̲ẅ̵̮,̶͓̽ ̶̙̄Ẍ̶̜i̵̞͝ě̷̹̔g̷͖͛u̶̘̓ǎ̷̭̊n̴̟̈ (Protect what is yours now, Xiěguǎn [Vessel])   He would, at any cost.   That burning fire was almost like a shield around Caelus and his friends as they began the final fight against Cocolia. It felt like it was leaking from his very being, directly produced from the scars like it had been there all along waiting for this moment when he had something he could infuse with the fire inside of him.   The burning fire flared with him as he fought, keeping Cocolia mostly focused on him as he burned through the very cold snowy air around them. And when it was all over and Cocolia exploded into stardust filling the air with twinkling lights before an Aurora borealis filled the air just behind her leftover twinkling lights before they faded and the sky with its new painting were the only thing left. It was all over and he…   Caelus was cold again, but the new weapon in his hand burned still, as if all the extra fire had been absorbed into it for now, but it left him feeling empty inside, no fire to warm himself just… Ë̵̟m̵̞͚͌͐p̸̞̟̬̍̽͐t̴̡̳̿̾̕y̵̢̡̑̐̕  (Empty)   Marchs voice was somber as she spoke of how their journey on the planet was almost over but Dan Hengs voice almost felt heart breaking.   “...The storm still rages on...”   ~   When Seele and Bronya left the three Trailblazers alone that was when they descended on him with questions he had barely begun to answer himself.   “Soooo, Caelus wanna tell us about the new weapon?...”   She looked down at the ground as she rubbed her heel on the stone, probably trying to keep herself calm after having seen Caelus literally get stabbed through the chest with a large ice spike before seeing him reappear with a flaming spear and only a hole through his jacket and shirt showing the whole left side of his upper chest, including the already there scar but no new ones just the old unexplained slash across his chest.   “I.. I saw Qlipoth..”   He swallowed thinking back to the other voice.   “.. and Nanook he..” ~   H̶͔͝e̴͖̐͝ ̷͙̍̐į̵͋̔š̸͍̥͝ ̵̳̃m̴͕̎̉ͅi̴̼̮͘͠ṇ̵̟͌e̶͓̋,̵̦͚̿ ̷̟͒̄Q̴̡̺̐͑l̵̡̜̓i̴̻̩̒p̸̤̲͗ỗ̷̫t̵͕̱̊̈h̶̪͊́.̴̨̙̀͊ (He is mine, Qlipoth)   ~   Those words rang out in his head again as he shivered, dropping the spear as they didn’t stop. It was like all the warmth was suddenly gone from his body in the most literal sense. The snow burned his skin and the lighter, yet not gone, winds increased the feeling of that cold burning across his skin.   It was like he was suddenly buried beneath the snow.   As suddenly as the warmth left it burst back into his very soul as he felt two sets of hands across his body and the sound he didn’t even know left came roaring back.   “Caelus?”   Dan Heng’s voice sounded tense as he gripped Caelus’s shoulder the other gripped onto Caelus’s hands which were in his lap, entangled with another pair hands painted with nails three colors, March whose hands closed around the top and bottom of the pile in his lap as they all sat kneeling on the stone.   When did he fall?   Why was that warmth back, the need for them to just be like this permanently cycled in his mind before he opened his mouth but nothing came out but the click of his teeth as his jaw shut again.   Dan Heng went to move his hand away, the one on his shoulder falling away, as March did the same but Caelus merely shifted his hands so his palms faced up and he could twine his fingers into both of their hands.   “Just stay? For a minute please?”   It was clear in his own voice. The fear. The sadness that they might say no. The Anxiety of being left.   And it was all answered with March tightening her hands and Dan Heng doing the same with his other hand coming to rest over all of theirs.   He felt like he was home.   Caelus felt home with his. 

Where I Will Never Be Found

['winterspin']

General Audiences

Gen

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Serval & Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard & Serval (Honkai: Star Rail)

Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

Grief/Mourning, Pre-Canon, Angst and Feels, Betrayal, Flashbacks, Canon Compliant, Gepard Tries to Comfort Serval, Reminiscing

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,335

1/1

8

70

6

774

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[]

    Before Cocolia had turned into a person Serval didn’t know, she’d been someone who had always spoken her mind.     It was a night that was significantly less chilly than usual, years before the Trailblazer would arrive in Belobog. Madam Cocolia had become the Supreme Guardian four months before.      Serval was sitting in her bedroom at her parents home. She was lying on her bed, contemplating her life decisions (which she had found herself doing frequently in the recent months).      She just didn’t understand what she did to have Cocolia throw her away— after all the years they’d been best friends, all the memories they had built together, Cocolia treated her like nothing. She’d become a ghost of her old self.     The blonde-haired woman skipped eating dinner that night. On nights when she was thinking about Cocolia a ton, like this night, she knew eating was impossible. Her dinner would’ve come right back up.      Cocolia had always been different. While she was quieter than Serval, more ‘in the shadows’, she was never afraid to speak her mind, making cocky statements and rude comebacks when someone annoyed her.      A knock sounded from Serval’s door. She groaned.     “Come in.” She grumbled, sitting up against her pillow and straightening out her blonde hair.     Gepard walked in. He was a few years younger and had just become a captain in the ranks of the Silvermane guards. He was a little awkward, not fully out of his shell yet.     “Hey.. I brought you a cookie. Mom bought the kind you like.” He muttered, going over to her bed and handing her a cookie nestled in a paper towel.     “Aw, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” Serval laughed, setting the paper towel and the cookie on her lap. She would eat it soon. it would just take some mental preparation.      “I wanted to make sure you ate,” He paused, breathing loudly. His breath was shaky. “A-Are… Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. Gepard had always been the most worried out of the three siblings. He didn’t feel empathy, the family determined that when he was young, but he always tried his best to comfort everyone around him. While he acted all tough and strong in public, keeping up his captain appearance, he was truly just a big softie.     “Being honest, not really. But I will be. I’m just… Thinking.” She laughed. But nothing was funny. It was one of those empty laughs; the kind of laugh someone would do if they were so deep in the feeling of grief that they couldn’t do anything.      “About Supreme Guardian Cocolia?” He questioned. And the room went quiet. The entirety of the Landau family wouldn’t dare to utter her name around Serval. They didn’t want to see her cry again.     “Yeah. There’s this moment that I keep thinking of.” Serval shifted, uncomfortable, glaring at the cookie on her lap like it was Cocolia herself.     “What is it? I mean— you don’t have to tell me. Just, perhaps it would help to, um, say it.” Gepard told her. Serval couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to comfort her.     Serval sighed. This one memory of Cocolia just kept coming back to her. It happened a few months before Cocolia became Supreme Guardian.     “Okay.” Serval took a deep breath, and began the story.     —————————————————-     The sun shone into the Supreme Guardian’s office. The current Supreme Guardian, Madame Jasmine, had come down with an illness, she was currently resting in her bedroom, expected to return to her duties the next day (she did not).      So Serval and Cocolia took it upon themselves to stay in the office.     Cocolia sat in the big, fluffy chair she would one day be ruling Belobog in. Serval sat on the floor, back pressed against one of the many bookshelves.     “I’ll need to get a new chair.” Cocolia said, suddenly. She nodded at herself, acting as if she had an incredibly important revelation.     “Hm?” Serval looked up from her guitar, which she’d been tuning.      “This chair isn’t great. Sure it’s comfortable, but there’s…. too much fur. It’s getting all over me.” Cocolia shuttered, shaking her hands around as if something was crawling on her.    “Ha— yeah. What are you going to change when you’re the Supreme Guardian?” Serval asked, propping her arm up on the floor and holding her head up with her hand.     “Hmm… I still don’t know. But I mean, Supreme Guardian Jasmine is still young, so I have time to figure it out.” The twenty-five year old laughed, pressing some hair behind her ear.     The room went quiet, and Serval went back to tuning her guitar. It stayed like that for a few moments before Cocolia broke the silence once again, but instead of a normal comment, it was an odd one.      “When I die, bury me somewhere where I’ll never be found.” Cocolia’s voice echoed throughout the room. Serval thought she heard her wrong.     “Can you repeat that?” She swallowed, looking up at her best friend.     “When I die, bury me somewhere where I’ll never be found.” The woman repeated. Serval laughed nervously, not sure where this came from.     “Huh? Don’t go saying stuff like that.” Serval shook her head, confused.     “Still. At least do that for me.” Cocolia pleaded, and when her and Serval met eyes, Serval could see how serious she was about this; and that scared the rockstar even more than the comment itself.     “Why would you want to do that? You want to be buried somewhere where all the citizens can visit you, you’ll be the Supreme Guardian!” Serval exclaimed, trying to make sense of this conversation. It had gone from something perfectly normal to something that created a sick feeling in her stomach.     “If the power ever takes over me. If I get cocky, or cruel, or rude, or bad , if I become someone I’m not.” Cocolia begged.     “That won’t happen to you. I’ll make sure of it, Coco.” Serval insisted, eyes shining.     “Power can make people do crazy things, Serval. I don’t want to be praised if I become someone sick. I’ve seen those history books, something about this place makes everyone just so— power hungry.” Cocolia put her head in her hands. Had this been on her mind for a while? Serval frowned. She’d seen Cocolia worried about things a few times throughout their friendship. Like when they were at the academy together and Cocolia crammed for a test, but woke up late. Serval knew Cocolia, and her going on a rant like this made her want to rip her hair out. It was just so out of character for her.     “I know you won’t. You’re not that kind of person, Cocolia.”     “Still. Promise me:”      “Promise what?” Serval sighed, exasperated. She rubbed her forehead, trying to get rid of the crease lines that she knew was plaguing it.      “That if I become someone else, you’ll bury me somewhere I’ll never be found.” It was like Cocolia was a broken record, repeating the same line over and over.     “Fine. I will.” Serval sighed, shaking her head.     “Good. Now, what do you think of the new carpet cleaner?”      —————————————————-     “That was it. Two days later she said I was planning on overthrowing the government.” Serval said with a shrug, looking down.      “It is… Rather odd. I am sorry for how Cocolia treated you, but I’m sure she has her reasons.” Gepard nodded, acting like he was trying to reassure himself, not just Serval.     “Maybe. I hope someday, once everything calms down, she’ll reach out.” Serval leaned to the side, letting out a tired sigh.    “She probably will. She doesn’t like bad endings.” Gepard told her, and Serval gave a weak smile.     While Gepard was right (Supreme Guardian Cocolia despised bad endings), Serval was wrong. Cocolia would never say a word to her again, acting as if she was a ghost. The Guardian’s final wish as her true self was never answered. She would forever be worshipped as an amazing woman, buried where everyone could see.

rotary wheel

['amaliya (atsushee)']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Gepard/Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Pela (Honkai: Star Rail)

Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Pining, Attempt at Humor

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

4,935

1/1

115

3,593

534

18,897

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[]

Gepard’s heater broke on Tuesday. He knows this because he wakes up half-slumped over his home desk with his pen frozen in his hand and his windows covered in frost. The proposal awaiting to be approved by the Supreme Guardian, which he had brought home yesterday to complete, lies under him very much uncompleted. Evidently, he had fallen asleep while filling it. The 5 he had been writing now looks like an incredibly deformed S.  He sticks his frozen hand under scalding water, wraps the unfrozen hand in a thermal bandage, dresses, eats the last piece of bread in his fridge — he makes a mental sticky note to go do his groceries — and locks his front door half an hour before his alarm rings.  His landlady is still asleep, so he leaves an envelope in her mailbox informing her of his broken heater and leaves for the tram station. The regular tram he took for work ran through Belobog twice: once at his regular time, and once early morning, used mostly by the newspaper deliverers. Since it is still early morning, he boards the tram and finds himself its first passenger of the day.  The tram driver nods at him when she sees him through her rearview mirror. She doesn’t recognize him as Gepard Landau, the upright and noble captain of the Silvermane Guards, and he much prefers to keep it that way. “Good morning,” Gepard greets her, and settles into a corner, awaiting departure.  “You’re early,” Pela says. “Well, you’re always early. Today, for some reason, you’re earlier.” “Good morning, Pela,” Gepard greets her as he shrugs off his thick coat. “Night shift?” Pela nods. The cloakroom is dimly lit by a few oil lamps, and there are only two occupants right now — Pela, because it appears that the intelligence officer is allergic to a good night’s rest, and Gepard, because he is allergic to not getting proposals filled and filed on time. “Why are you here at,” she slides her hand into her coat pocket to thumb at her pocket watch, “6 in the morning? The office doesn’t open till 8.” “Proposal for Madam Cocolia,” he shakes his briefcase. He’s dressed in the uniform of a desk officer; today was a bureaucratic day — his armor didn’t need to be worn. “Also, my heater broke. I’d rather freeze here slowly rather than faster at home.” “You and all of Backwater Pass.” Gepard stares at Pela. “What?” “There was a fragmentum detected there a couple of hours back,” she explains. “It’s been sealed off. The residents have been less than happy. They’ve submitted a few dozen complaints about their property and whatnot.” “Oh,” Gepard faintly says as rests his head against the burning cold of his locker door. “I’m guessing the lucky officer who has to review them is me?” Pela grimaces. “...It does fall under your jurisdiction. I can ask the others to help out a bit—” “No, no, it’s fine.” Gepard waves her off. “I’ll submit the proposal and then review it. I have time.” “What happened to your hand?” “...I burnt it.” Pela shakes her head. “What did you eat for breakfast? When was the last time you slept, properly , on a bed? Don’t even think of lying to me, I know you’ve been sleeping in your office because of the deadlines.” Gepard shuts his mouth because, yes, Pela was right. He had been sleeping in his office. He’d even stocked it with blankets and a pillow so he could crawl under his desk and sleep for a measly four hours before getting back to work. Yesterday he had finally been able to leave for home, only to spend the night over his home desk. “I ate breakfast,” he says. Pela narrows her eyes. Gepard can see them squinting at him suspiciously from behind her circular glasses. “Did you? Or did you just eat the first thing you found in your fridge and then come here?” Gepard despairs at her uncanny ability to call out his bullshit. “I’ll buy something from the canteen,” he concedes.  “Please do your groceries,” Pela says as she locks her locker. “So you can eat something better than bread.” “How did you—?” She nods at him. “You have crumbs on your jacket. Please take today easy, Gepard. The last thing we need is our best captain to fall victim to his terrible work-life balance.” Gepard finishes the proposal within the next hour and is out of his office at 8, sharp. He knows that the Supreme Guardian has already reached her office — she comes into work at 7:45 in the morning on the dot and leaves at 6:30 in the evening on the dot. He greets the early comers on his way to her office and receives none back. Apparently, all of them are walking zombies who can’t tell left from right. Gepard shakes his head and wonders if he can convince Madam Cocolia to increase the reporting time from 8 to 9.  He knocks on her office door, waits a quarter of a minute, and then steps inside. “Good morning, Supreme Guardian,” he greets. “I have a proposal I need you to sign.” The Supreme Guardian doesn’t hear him. Her back is turned to him as she gazes out the window, something that she does often but has been doing even more so out of late. “Supreme Guardian?” Madam Cocolia spins around to look at Gepard, and her impassive face breaks into a regal smile. “Gepard, there you are. How’s your sister?” ...Wow. Gepard clears his throat. “She’s — well. She’s well.” “Lovely.” Madam Cocolia’s regal smile turns wistful. “I heard she had a show last week.” “Yes, she did.” Gepard clears his throat again and steps closer to her desk. “I need you to go over this proposal, please.” He holds out the sheaf of paper. Madam Cocolia takes the proposal before frowning. “What happened to your hand?” “A dog bit me,” Gepard lies smoothly. “If you could please turn to page 7.” The Supreme Guardian doesn't look like she buys his excuse but opens the proposal either way. They spend the next hour or so discussing what improvements could be made, as well as nitpicking any vague wording, but Gepard still considers it a success as Madam Cocolia signs off the last page with a flourish. “Gepard,” she says as he gathers the papers together. “When was the last time you slept properly?” “I slept last night.” “I mean — when was the last time you got a good sleep of, maybe, 8 hours? Or something around that number?” “The average adult needs only 7 hours,” Gepard argues. “Anyways, I’ve been sleeping fine. Thank you for asking.” Madam Cocolia narrows her eyes at him, not unlike the way Pela had done. “I hope you haven’t been sleeping in your office again.” “Of course not.” Gepard’s eyes dart from her face to her desk and then back. He’d never been a good liar when it came to Madam Cocolia. Something about her always made the nape of his neck itch in apprehension. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.” The Supreme Guardian sighs before leaning back in her chair. “Please take care of yourself, Gepard.” “I will. Thank you, Madam Cocolia.” “You look terrible,” is the first thing Bronya says as he closes the door to Madam Cocolia’s office. Apparently, almost everybody’s forgotten their manners this morning. “Good morning, Acting Commander,” Gepard says pleasantly. “How can I help?” “What happened to your hand?” “Training accident,” Gepard says. “One of the new recruits got too overzealous during our practice spar.” Bronya raises an eyebrow. “Some recruits you’ve got there. I wouldn’t mind beating them down if they think they’re too good already.” Gepard very much appreciates Bronya’s roundabout way of expressing that she cares about his wellbeing, but he’d rather not subject the new recruits to torture for a mistake that they had not committed. “There’s no need for that. I’ve already handled it.” Bronya nods. “Get some sleep while you’re at it. You’re starting to look like a raccoon with those eye bags of yours.” She steps around him to open the door. It closes behind her with a thud. Gepard stares after her. What. The raccoon comment…does not bother him — just because he stopped to look at every mirror he could find on the way back to his office meant nothing.  (He didn’t see any eye bags. Only some faint, red bruising around the outer corner of his eyes that gave away just how much he rubbed them. From another perspective, Gepard muses, it even looks like eye makeup. Very red eye makeup, but still.) Gepard opens the door to his office and steps inside.  His office is…well. Gepard has done his best to make it suit his tastes, especially after he had been confronted with the fact that he spent more time here than in his own home. His desk and chair face the door, and there is a moderately sized window in the wall behind them. The left side of the room is covered floor-to-ceiling with giant, metal cabinets, all of them containing files on cases he had completed, people he had to be careful of, and other material that the Belabog Archive believed would be safer with him — what was even the point of having an archive when all they did was hand him files to safe keep? At this point, Pela had once joked, Gepard was more of an archive than the official branch.  The right side of the room has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, with works on almost every topic: history, economics, politics, literature, and geography, with one shelf dedicated to the comic books that Serval brought with her when she came to visit and then forgot here.  There were also two armchairs other than his own for visitors because he wasn’t a total psychopath like Bronya, who forced hers to stand while they discussed bureaucratic matters.  Some new features he observes are the two, frankly massive , piles of papers that sit on his desk. Somebody had come to deliver them while he had been talking to Madam Cocolia. Gepard rounds his table. No, there are three piles, and the third one is so big that it had to be set on the floor behind his chair.  Gepard grabs the first few papers. All of them are from the same citizen, demanding access to his apartment in Backwater Pass so that he could retrieve his possessions.  He eyes the rest of the papers and sighs.  Morning has bled into afternoon which eventually bleeds into evening. The dimming sun casts a deep, orange glow through his window. Gepard has neglected to switch on any lights, too engrossed in signing off the 23rd complaint submitted by a harrowed mother. Perhaps that is why he misses his guest.  “Good evening, captain.” A smooth voice purrs. Gepard’s head shoots up, and he finds himself staring at the face of Sampo Koski. The first person to greet him today, and it’s the person who he can safely say is the most wanted criminal in all of Belobog. Who is also standing in the middle of his office. “How did you get in here?” Sampo shrugs and flicks his hand as if to say who cares? “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out, Little Landau.” “Get out. Please. Leave.”  Sampo freezes from where he was about to reach out for one of the armchairs. He stares at Gepard as if he has grown two heads. “Did you just say please?” “Leave,” Gepard repeats, short on patience. “I have this whole pile of papers to sign,” he gestures to the pile that he was signing, “then I have this other pile,” he gestures to the second, much bigger pile sitting precariously at the edge of his work table. “And then—” he shifts in his seat so that Sampo has a clear view of the massive stack of complaints on the floor behind him “—I have these to sort through. Please. Leave me alone .” “...Beg me,” Sampo says cautiously. “I beg you, leave me alone,” Gepard says flatly. The stunned expression on Sampo‘s face changes to that one of horror. “Oh, my — you’ve lost your mind. Do you have a fever or something? Why are you in office? Why has nobody forced you home?” “Oh, my fucking—” “You’re cussing!” Sampo said, just shy of yelling. “Belobog is coming to an end!” “I will throw you out of the window!” Sampo opens his mouth, probably to argue more, and Gepard pointedly tilts his head down to the right, to point towards the — unloaded, but Sampo doesn't need to know that — gun strapped to his belt.  “What’s with this hostile manner?” Sampo whines, pulling one of the chairs back and dropping himself down on it. He slings his boots on the desk, mercifully avoiding the papers that Gepard had painstakingly been going through. Gepard still glares at him. “And here I thought I could drop off a little gift.” Gepard eyes him suspiciously. “...What is it?” Sampo gives him a roguish smile. If he had been a woman and had no self-preservation, Gepard is certain that Sampo’s smile would have made his ovaries explode. As a man, it makes an uncomfortable heat crawl up his neck. “Got your interest, have I?” “You have your uses.” Sampo makes a hurt noise but recovers rapidly. Gepard watches him as he digs into the small rucksack slung over his shoulder. “The finest wine that the Underworld can produce,” Sampo announces, pulling out a glass bottle that looked older than the ancestral Landau mansion. “And…a book of records detailing the transactions that a group of mercenaries have been making with corrupt Silvermane guards. A little birdy told me you were cracking down on them.” Gepard's mouth falls open, just the slightest. He stares at Sampo with wide eyes. His heart kicks into overdrive. Sampo squirms under his gaze. “What? Is the alcohol not to your liking?” “Sampo Koski,” Gepard starts, rising from his seat. Sampo watches him in alarm.  “I literally gave you so much intel — you can not arrest me.” “I could marry you!” Gepard grabs the book out of Sampo’s hands and begins thumbing through it like a gleeful child. Sampo stares at him in undisguised shock. “What?” “I’ve been after them for weeks! Do you have any idea how many reviews I had to schedule to try and weed them out?” Sampo blinks at him and then smiles hesitantly. Maybe it was the red tint of the sunset, but his ears looked warm against the cool, dark blue of his hair. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m awesome.” He holds up the old bottle of wine. “Wanna drink to celebrate?” “I’m technically still on the clock.” Gepard sits down and slides one of his desk drawers open. He places the book inside it and shuts it. “I’m not allowed to drink. It’s against the rules.”  “Rules — schmules. Whatever.” Sampo takes his boots off the desk and pulls out two dusty glasses from his rucksack. Just how much stuff does he have in there? “I know they look dirty, but they are 100% clean,” Sampo assures Gepard, having misinterpreted his inquisitive stare. “That’s not what — never mind. I don’t care.” Gepard gives Sampo a withering glare as he tops off both glasses. “Please don’t make this a regular thing. I barely drink, even off hours.” Twice , Sampo mouths at him before sipping his glass. Apparently, he’s keeping track of Gepard’s pleasantries. “Also, what happened to your hand?” “Oh…I got frostbite,” Gepard admits. He stares down at the dark purple wine in his glass, stalls the part of his brain that is telling him that this is a terrible idea, and then downs the whole thing in one go. Most people assume that the reason Gepard never drinks, even during happy hour at the bar that almost all the Silvermane guards frequent, is because he’s too uptight.  Amongst his more personal (work) circle, Pela has bets on him being secretly a recovering alcoholic, Bronya promising her whole stash of work chocolates that he was a teetotaler, and Madam Cocolia guessing that he simply dislikes the flavor or the act of drinking. Yes, even the Supreme Guardian is involved in the betting going on behind his back. Gepard’s most terrible and intimate secret over why he never drinks, that not even Serval knows, is that he’s just a massive fucking lightweight.  Once, when he had been 15, he’d snuck a bottle of spirit from the Landau cellar, and two sips of it had been enough to send him into a drunken stupor, with a hangover so bad that a doctor had to be called in the next day because the Lady Landau was convinced that her only son was dying.  This — admittedly small — secret had only been Gepard’s for the past 8 years, and now, Sampo was becoming intimately familiar with it. “Oh shit ,” Sampo hissed as Gepard almost veered into a lamppost. “This is why you don’t drink?” Gepard stares at Sampo. His face swims in and out of his vision like a television with bad connection. Under the moonlight, his dark blue hair looks lighter. He looks less like the criminal that quite possibly would be the reason why Gepard develops white hair, if ever. Sampo’s face was the type that Gepard could fall in love with, he realizes, but doesn’t say out loud. “How did you get me out of my office?” he asks instead. “The window,” Sampo says, slinging Gepard’s left arm over his shoulders.  Gepard can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious. “Where do you live?” “What?” Sampo sighs. “Your home address, pretty boy. Unless you want to spend the night on a bench. Can’t imagine that’d be comfortable.” “Oh.” Gepard feels like his brain is being rebooted. “You know the Eversummer Florist?” Gepard’s apartment lay within a block of identical buildings behind the Florist — 7 columns and 4 rows of near-identical units, one of which was Gepard’s. When they arrive at the entrance to his building, he rattles off his floor number, falls asleep, and wakes up to Sampo gently tapping his arm. “We’re here.” Gepard stares dumbly at him before realizing that he’s supposed to open his door. “Oh, right.” He lurches out of Sampo’s hold to lean a bit against the door, fishing his keys out from his uniform pocket. He almost drops them, but passes his fumbling off for him looking for the correct key. Sampo’s snorting tells him he wasn’t very successful.  Sampo whistles as the door opens. “Nice place.” Nice — is not the word that Gepard would use to describe his apartment. At 18, he’d been desperate to move out of the stuffy Landau mansion, and had secured the first available apartment he could find that promised good heating and lodgings.  There was a bedroom, a kitchen, and a living room. There had been a guest room mentioned in the listing for the apartment, but that was left vacant, used as a dumping ground for unwanted furniture that Serval thought would look good to spruce up his apartment.  Almost 6 years later, Gepard was yet to make any changes to it. He still used the furniture that came with the apartment — the chairs and the rocky dining table and the almost-broken coffee table. The original couch had broken 4 years ago, and Gepard had simply replaced it with an identical, albeit newer version. No, it wasn’t nice. It was preserved. Even his office was more homely than here.  “Thanks,” Gepard mumbles. “Do you want to come in?” That startles a laugh out of Sampo. “Belobog’s most uptight captain, inviting dear ol’ me into his house? You must be drunker than I thought!” Gepard glares at him. “Actually, I should just leave you out on the street to freeze.” The smile disappears. “Oh dear me, have I told you how grateful I am to you, Gepard Landau?” Sampo shakes his head in faux seriousness. “Opening your home and your heart to a charming criminal like me, how could I possibly refuse—” “Just get in.” His apartment is…warm. Which it had not been this morning. Which also meant that his landlady had fixed his heater. Gepard will have to thank her for that. Sampo moans as the door shuts behind them. Gepard tries to distract himself by looking for the switch of his table lamp. “You’ve got some good heaters here, Little Landau.” “Stop calling me that,” Gepard mumbles, finally switching it on. The lamp switches on, dimly bathing the living room in a warm, orange light. “I can take the couch. You can sleep on the bed.” “No, no.” Sampo steps forward. Gepard is tempted to step back, because they’re too close now. He can see how Sampo’s just a couple of inches taller than him — when he tilts his head up to look at his face, he can count the number of individual eyelashes that Sampo has. “See, you’re drunk and I’m sober. You should be the one on the bed.’ “This is my house.” “I. Am. Sober,” Sampo says, enunciating each word. “You will take the bed.” His serious expression changes to one of mischief, and he wiggles his eyebrows. “If you’d like, and if you’re really nice about it, I might even help you out with your clothes—” “Fuck off.” Sampo laughs. Apparently, Gepard’s swearing doesn’t phase him anymore. “Tomorrow, Gepard. Go to bed now.” Gepard wakes up to sunlight streaming directly into his eyes, and his mouth tasting like shit. Because this usually never happens, he immediately sits up, ignoring the slight throbbing of his head. He’s wearing the undershirt of his uniform from yesterday, and baggy sweatpants that he doesn’t even remember owning. His uniform is dumped on the floor, very unlike how he would usually fold it away after taking it off. The most worrying thing is how he cannot recall anything that happened after having that drink with Sampo yesterday evening.  Gepard stands up sharply — his head throbs some more — and walks to his bathroom. Inside, he brushes, attempts to comb his hair, gives up, and swallows down a painkiller. He walks out of his room to see Sampo Koski lazing on his couch. “ What are you doing in my house? ” Gepard yelps — no, yells. He does not yelp. “You let me in last night!” Sampo cries. “Don’t tell me you forgot!” Gepard wonders about yesterday-him’s idiocracy. “And you stayed? Sampo, I swear, if you stole anything—!” Sampo gives him a hurt look. Somehow, he manages to pull off a frightfully realistic imitation of a kicked puppy. “Just how badly do you think of me? You make me sound like a cheat!” “ Can you blame me? ” Gepard runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “Do you have any idea how many crimes you’ve committed?” “What, like 6?” “ Hundred! I have an entire cabinet dedicated to you!” “Aww,” Sampo coos. He smiles very brightly for somebody being confronted about his misdeeds. “You have a cabinet dedicated to me?” “You have mastered the art of missing the point,” Gepard informs him. “You have several warrants out for your arrest. I cannot just have you here inside my apartment.”  “You were absolutely fine with me being in your office yesterday,” Sampo protests. “That’s because you broke in .” Sampo makes a face at him. Gepard makes one back. “Fine.” Sampo hops off the couch. “Can I have a drink? I’ll leave after that.” “What do you want?” “Vodka.” “I will castrate you,” Gepard threatens. “Little Landau, I had no idea your tastes went that way.” Sampo holds his hands up when Gepard fixes him with a smoldering glare. “Apologies, apologies, I quite like my penis where it is. Can I have tea?” Gepard eyes him suspiciously. “Really?” Sampo gives him an innocent look. “What? Do you think I'm less than a gentleman?” Yes, Gepard thinks, but does not say out loud. He heads towards his kitchen, keeping an eye on Sampo. The man in question comes to rest his elbow on the kitchen counter. “I was flipping through your reading material and my dear—” Sampo holds up a thick, red-covered book. “ Passion by M.J. Harkins — I didn’t expect your sister to have such raunchy tastes.” “That’s mine,” Gepard says, rifling through his cupboard. He may have a wanted criminal in his kitchen, but he wasn’t cruel enough to want him to deny him a drink. “Do you want blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment or earl gray?” Gepard turns to find Sampo staring at him in shock. “...Did you make some of those up?”  “I’ve stunned you twice within the span of 15 hours,” Gepard notes, looking at his kitchen watch. “Did you not expect me to give you any tea?” “No, I,” Sampo blinks and then shakes himself, as if coming out of a stupor. “I didn’t expect you to read these types of books.” What? Gepard looks at the book Sampo is holding. Oh, that was what he was talking about. “Pela gave it to me as a gag gift. I read it because I thought it would be rude to throw it right away. I ended up liking it more than I expected,” he admits.  Sampo stares at him some more before smiling. One side of his smile is bigger than the other. It shows off his teeth a bit. His expression shows genuine delight. “Did you read the sequel?” Gepard shakes his head, and then turns back to face his cupboard. “I think I’ll have sleepytime.” “It’s 9 in the morning.”  “And?” Gepard doesn't have to turn around to feel Sampo move, walking up and standing next to him. He automatically steps to the side so that Sampo can look into the cupboard as well. “What’s liver disaster for?” “You really want to know?” “...Nevermind.” Gepard sets water to boil in his kettle, and pulls out two cups. As the water boils, he opens his fridge. It’s empty, save for a small packet of chocolates that Serval had given him who-knows-when. She had called them ‘kisses’, which was absurd, because they definitely didn’t look like one. He takes the packet out anyway.  He can feel Sampo watch him as he pulls out the teabags and pours water over them in their respective cups. Gepard holds out a cup for him to take, and resolutely ignores the way their fingers brush when Sampo receives it.  “This is good,” Sampo murmurs as he takes a sip. “I know,” Gepard says. Watching Sampo holster himself up, a small part of Gepard sadly protests him leaving.  Gepard politely ignores that part. “Well, looks like this is it, Little Landau,” Sampo says, tugging his boots back on. “Back to being enemies today.” “You’re not my enemy,” Gepard says before he can stop himself. “Just — a royal pain in my ass.” Sampo huffs a small laugh. His eyes crinkle, and glitter as he looks at Gepard “Do you want some kisses?” “ What? ” Gepard frowns as Sampo stares at him wide eyed, and holds the packet of chocolates out. “Serval gave them to me, but I don’t really like them.” “Oh.” Sampo’s shoulder’s slump and he laughs. “ OOOOH! ” “What did you think I meant?” Sampo stops laughing abruptly. “Nothing,” he says innocently. He takes the kisses from Gepard’s hand. “Gotta dash, love, but I’ll see you around.” “See you,” Gepard absentmindedly replies, before he realizes what Sampo said. “ What did you say? ” All he gets in response is Sampo’s wild cackling from down the hall. Gepard arrives late to work, for the first time. He takes his time to shower, and dress — he also realizes that he couldn’t find his wallet, but that was probably because he left it at the office yesterday. He takes the tram that runs at 10:30, and reaches at 11. Hopefully, the office has not imploded without him.  He heads to the breakroom, because it was almost lunch time, and stops as he sees a massive crowd. “What’s going on?” Pela, who is standing in the front most, spins around, shouts a hurried “ Nothing! ”, looks back at the table, before sharply turning to stare at Gepard. “ Captain?! ” “What’s with the crowd?” Gepard says as he shoulders his way to the front. “Did something happen?” There is nothing on the table except for a strangely large bouquet, with flowers that he recognizes from the Eversummer Florist. Gepard looks around, and his eyes widen in shock. “Is Bronya crying?!” “Somebody, uhh…” Bronya is red in the face in the background, clutching her stomach and hunching over. Pela clears her throat. Her eyes shine with mirth. “Somebody left a massive bouquet in your name.” Bronya bursts. She falls to her knees as she howls in laughter, clutching her sides. The new recruits' shoulders shake. Their helmets are doing a wonderful job of hiding their faces.  Gepard eyes the bouquet in front of him, before shuffling forward. There’s a card attached. To my dear future-husband, it reads. AKA Gepard soon-to-be-Koski (incase that wasn’t clear). Love you loads. Thanks for the kisses. Took your wallet (don’t be too mad :-P) Yours, Sampo Koski. It takes both Bronya and Pela — and several of the Silvermane guards — to prevent Gepard from leaving to murder Sampo.

A Sliver of Silver

['possumtown']

Explicit

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Gepard/Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First Time (for Gepard), Bottom Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), top sampo, Written for 1.0 cannon, Oral Sex, Rimming, Enemies to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Anal Sex, Light Angst, Coming Out

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

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Gepard was just trying to do his job. Really, truly, he just wanted to do his duties and track down this… Sampo guy. Ugh, it annoyed him to even think about that charlatan. It was like he made it his personal mission to taunt and cause trouble for the Silvermane guard—no, Gepard specifically. He always seemed to be involved with Gepard’s duties whether it was pre, post, or during an incident: stolen goods, fudged ledgers and missing money, and now he was involved with the three strangers currently throwing the entirety of Belobog through a loop. Really, Gepard had bigger things to worry about: his sister, the Wildfire, apparently a train in the sky (according to said three strangers), the suspicious orders he was receiving from the person he was supposed to have utmost loyalty to… Gepard sighed. He waited with the rest of the reconnaissance team as they stalked the exit of the Underworld. Any time now, the three strangers would arise and Sampo’s perfectly arranged vibrant hair would be his guiding beacon. They never showed. No blue hair. No woman with a long coat and bright gold eyes. No hanging shadow of a bright young man, no cotton-candy vomit blob… Where were they? Signaling for half of the crew to remain on patrol, Gepard emerged from the shadows and made his way to the Restricted Zone in order to regroup and distribute new orders. Clearly, the enemies had found a way around them. However, as he made his way towards Serval’s workshop, he saw a flash of the familiar red jacket that Sampo often wore. Feet acting on instinct, Gepard bolted after him. His armor clanked on his body and made more noise, but stealth didn’t matter as long as he could catch up. But then Sampo vanished like usual. Gepard found his gut filling with hot anger, his chest puffing not from running but from the ferocity that ran through his veins. “Sampo!” Gepard yelled. It was unlike him. Even with his men, Gepard rarely raised his voice outside of the need to be heard across a distance. His quiet sternness was frightening, he’d been told. It wasn’t a tactic that often worked but Gepard was naturally adept, just like he was a natural leader. Everything about Sampo was unnatural, though, from his peridotite eyes to the ease with which he danced around Gepard. Every time. Overcome with the haze of anger, Gepard didn’t notice the presence behind him until it was too late. Suddenly, a chest was against his back armor and a rope was coiled around his neck like a thick garrote. Gepard struggled to breath as his eyes widened and his feet threatened to slip out from under him. “I always appreciate it when the audience engages with the show,” Sampo purred as he pulled Gepard back with the rope wrapped around his throat. He kept it tight enough to make Gepard struggle but not enough for him to black out. The next day, Gepard bet his throat would be purple. He grit his teeth in anger before closing his eyes, taking as deep a breath as he could, and ceased struggling. “Let me go,” Gepard rasped. He could feel the shift in the ropes as Sampo passed them to one hand, freeing the other. A vulnerability, but Gepard could hardly take advantage of it—any fast movements and he could hurt his spine, or worse, internally decapitate himself like he’d been hung.  “Hm,” Sampo hummed, “Enticing, really, but I don’t think I will.” “Why?” “My companions have business with the Supreme Guardian,” he answered. “I’m just doing my job, as you’re so fond of saying.” “You’re—” “As much as I’d like to hear your pleasantries, I need you to take a little nap,” Sampo whispered before sliding a cloth over Gepard’s face, and before he knew it, Gepard was out cold.   Dry mouth. Cracked lips. Gepard woke up in a cot, judging by the thin fabric that bowed beneath him and the sound of a patient coughing. Abruptly, he realized he was in the Underworld when he realized it was lamplight, not daylight, seeping through the dirt-flecked windows. “Good evening, Captain,” a woman greeted. She was named Natasha if his memory served him correctly. He’d worked with her before to supply the Underworld with medicine. Why was… why was he here of all places? “Miss Natasha,” Gepard rasped. He said the first thing on his mind, “The Supreme Guardian…” Natasha’s mouth shut tightly. “You’re due to head to the surface.” “What happened?” He questioned. She gave him no answers. Gepard fell back asleep against his will, cold to the world that was oh so cold to him.   “Glad to see you’re up and walking,” a familiar voice called out as Gepard pulled back on his outer suit and armor. His blue eyes snapped up, his gaze as sharp as the same-colored crystal that decorated his breast. “I’m going to kill you,” Gepard said with icy promise. “Ah, that will have to wait, I’m afraid,” Sampo said with a smile—not apologetic in the slightest. Gepard watched him a moment longer and watched as the man cracked under the pressure, his lips twitching and betraying the unsaid news that he was withholding from Gepard’s waiting ears. Slowly, the captain put everything together. Sampo looked… sorry, for something. What, Gepard didn’t know, but he’d never seen that man show sympathy without it being coated in insincerity. Gepard walked over to where Sampo stood leaning against the wall of the clinic. He’d been hiding just out of sight of the partitions that shielded Gepard’s cot presumably waiting for him to wake up. “No fighting in the clinic,” Natasha warned from the other side of the small building. Gepard snapped out of it and grabbed Sampo by the shoulder instead of pummeling him. Guiding him outside politely, Gepard bashed him up against the wall at the earliest convenience with his collar gripped tight in his fist. “Talk.” “You don’t want to hear this news from me,” Sampo said firmly. Gepard’s stomach felt like he’d swallowed snow by the fistful. On some level, he knew or at least suspected what Sampo meant, and if he pressed, his suspicion would be confirmed. Gepard, however, didn’t want to confirm it. He wanted to— Gepard didn't have the privilege of wanting. His needs and wants didn’t matter, not in the grand scheme of things. So, instead of waiting like Sampo warned him, Gepard spoke firmly as he asked again: “What happened?” A pregnant pause. Sampo swallowed thickly before speaking. “Cocolia is dead,” Sampo said quietly. “Bronya now serves as the Supreme Guardian.” Gepard watched him. He stood stock still beside the slow tightening of his fist. Knuckles white, Gepard felt pain flair in his palm at the intense pressure from his fingers and released his hold. Sampo reached out for his hand, and while Gepard had looked away, the touch made him reflexively snap his sights back on Sampo’s bright eyes. Right then, they looked duller. Maybe it was the low light. “How?” The loyal captain asked. “How did she die?” “Ask Bronya,” Sampo said. “I’m not qualified to answer. I don’t even know the truth, I just know she’s gone, and you…” “I what?” “Nothing,” Sampo said as he schooled his face to be draped with a small smile. “I’ll be taking my leave, now, if you will—” he gestured to Gepard’s proximity. Gepard, still reeling from the news, stepped back rapidly. He ran into a trash can and the tin cylinder crashed to the ground louder than Serval’s drummer beating on the cymbal. Standing stock still, Gepard felt loathing for the man across him. He hated that he was being seen so discomposed. Mind in discordance, Gepard walked briskly away from the scene. He had a job to do.   Rebuilding trust was difficult. Bronya’s lie to the public was easy to believe for the average person, but not for Gepard. He saw through her even if he understood why she did it. However, he knew better than to do anything about it. She lied for a reason and that reason was to keep the peace; to keep hope. It didn’t stop Gepard from growing disenchanted with his job, however. Landau. His family name defined him. His sister had escaped it, but Gepard was restrained by the expectations placed upon him by his mother and father. Gepard was the pride of their family, after all: renowned and celebrated humble captain of the Silvermane guard. In the aftermath, though, Gepard wasn’t feeling the satisfaction he used to. He’d been lied to his whole life. Cocolia had used him. Lying in bed after calling out sick for the first day (willingly) in his life, Gepard came to a decision that felt more natural than breathing. He resigned. With a prim sealed letter embossed with the family crest, Gepard left his position as captain and disappointed his country and his family in one fell swoop. So, after withstanding the stares and whispers as he descended the steps of Qlipoth Fort, his place of solace was obvious. Stepping inside the Neverwinter Workshop, Gepard sought out his older sister for the thing she did best: offer comfort. “Gepard!” She cheered when he arrived inside. One look at his face, though, and her own fell. “What happened?” “I quit,” Gepard said simply. “I handed in my letter of resignation, effective immediately.” “Oh my,” Serval said softly before she smiled. “Fuckin’ finally.” For the first time in weeks, Gepard laughed. “Mom and dad are going to be thrilled.” “Oh, don’t think about them,” Serval scoffed. “Think about you, for once.” “I am,” Gepard said as he walked forward and wrapped his arms around her. “I am.”   “Long time no see.” Upon hearing the smirk in that familiar, saccharine voice, the smile on Gepard’s lips vanished. He was in the middle of dining in a nice restaurant that evening… alone. Sue him. He worked like a dog for years and spent it on nothing. He could treat himself every once in a while. It wasn’t like he was unemployed, either. Bronya had gotten her nicely manicured claws into him and convinced him to stay on payroll as a strategic consultant. It was a much more relaxed gig, really, and it gave him a lot more time to focus on himself over the past two years. “Not long enough,” Gepard answered dryly. If he could never see Sampo’s face again, that would be too soon.  “Oh, darling, you wound me,” Sampo lamented dramatically. He sat down at Gepard’s table. Gepard felt his frown deepen. “What do you want?” “What do I want?” Sampo asked. “What do you want?” “Is this a bit?” The blonde asked, unamused. “I want to be left alone.” Sampo’s expression faltered. “That’s not what your sister said.” Gepard’s eyebrows shot upward. “What?” “She said you wanted to see me, specifically. Chased me down in a bar and everything. She’s scary, you know? Not the charmer I thought she was.” “She told me I wanted to see you?” Gepard said as his face paled for now he was remembering some very important information. A few weeks ago, he’d stayed over at Serval’s place after watching a gig of hers. Drinks were had, things were confessed. Mainly, Gepard had come out as gay, Serval said she knew, and then Gepard had proceeded to launch himself into an uncharacteristically passionate rant about how much he hated (totally, 100% hated) Sampo. Yes, he whined about his pretty green eyes. Yes, he groaned about how much he liked his voice even if what he said was annoying 90% of the time. Yes, he talked about how he liked that he didn’t listen to Gepard because— Gepard shook his head as he realized his face was slowly turning red. When his eyes turned back to Sampo’s instead of the plate of food in front of him, he realized that: Not wanting him to have the satisfaction, Gepard reached out and snatched the croissant out of his hand before biting a big chunk out of it to stop himself from saying anything stupid—Aeon’s know this man dissolves his impulse control.  “Oh, dear, if you wanted to swap spit you just need to let me know,” Sampo purred. Gepard swallowed after hiccuping in shock around the bite. “Kindly,” Gepard began, “piss off.” Sampo sat back in his seat and crossed his legs. “What made your sister so certain you wanted to see me?” “She’s delusional.” “Is she?” Sampo smirked. He lowered his voice, “You’re blushing, you know?” Gepard was and he knew it. “It’s from anger,” he said and it was partially true. He was angry at his sister, mostly, but the other contributors to the blush were sourced from how Sampo was eying him up. He suddenly regretted choosing to wear a button-up along with not fastening it to the collar. He felt naked despite the clothes. It didn’t help that he was being caught at a disadvantage. After all, Serval had said who knows what to Sampo and the cunning man was an adept actor. Likely, Serval had told him more and he was hiding that fact to see if Gepard would slip up and reveal more.  “I always did think you were pretty when you were angry,” Sampo smirked. “The red makes your eyes look bluer… I always wondered what that could look like in other contexts.” Well, that was an explicit statement. Gepard kept his mouth shut tightly to stop the urge to stare and gape. Stay calm, he repeated internally. However, a little voice inside him piped up.  What if? What if what, you ask? What if Gepard said yes? What if Gepard gave in to his desires and let Sampo see just how pretty he blushed in “other contexts”? After all, it wasn’t like Gepard had to maintain respect as an officer in the military anymore and he always did say he wanted to, you know, try. “I’m sure you can easily imagine,” Gepard said back daringly. He felt his heart race. Sampo raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And does that bother you?” Gepard scoffed but internally his mind was set aflame. Was he really trying to flirt with Sampo of all people? He needed to abort this quickly . Standing and abandoning his food, Gepard shook his head.  “No,” he said. As he walked past Sampo, he braced a hand on the table and leaned down, “Because it’s never going to happen.” Sampo swallowed. “You sure about that?” Gepard smirked, a rare expression on him. He neglected to answer Sampo. Leave them wanting for more, and all that, right? Without even a glance over his shoulder, Gepard made his way to his home and closed the door behind himself. In private, he let himself panic, face in his hands as he wondered why in the world he did that. Then, when he looked up and saw his face in the hall mirror, he saw Serval’s eyes staring back at him. He had some choice words for her now.   After an argument with his sister, Gepard once again found himself feeling… empty. His only confidant had betrayed his trust by circumventing his approval when she reached out (read: harassed) Sampo. Now, a blue-haired shadow seemed to be around every corner. However, Gepard was fairly certain this was “recency bias” in action and he was just… aware now. Sampo had always lived and done business around town. Now, apparently, he ran a more legit business as a deals broker since his best skill was always finding a buyer. Connecting clients was his expertise, he’d claim, sporting a pressed suit instead of flexible clothes and a gaudy pauldron. He’d been wearing one the day he sat down at Gepard’s table but Gepard had been too flustered to notice. However, now that Gepard had finally mustered the courage to go to a known gay bar in town, he was nearly paralyzed when he saw Sampo at the counter talking to someone. A petite, brown-haired man with demure eyes and soft-looking hands. He was probably an accountant of some kind. Gepard felt a lump get stuck in his throat. He wanted to turn around; he wanted to interrupt. It felt wrong—deeply wrong—to want to cut in between them because Gepard knew that was rude. However, he felt sick to his stomach seeing Sampo pay someone else attention and, yes, that was unhealthy, but Gepard couldn’t help it. Speaking loudly, Gepard headed to the counter and sat down next to Sampo as he ordered a gin and tonic. From the corner of his eye, the blonde saw Sampo’s head snap towards him. “Gepard,” Sampo stated. Gepard gave him the side-eye. “Sampo,” he said back nonchalantly.  “I thought—” Sampo said, his face showing his shock clear as day. “Do you know each other?” Sampo’s date asked. “I don’t have time for cheaters if that’s what this is.” Sampo glanced back at him and whispered an apology as well as a dismissal. Who knew he could be so polite? Turning back to Gepard, he pulled the bar stool a measure closer and leaned. Gepard was thrilled at the proximity, embarrassingly. God, what was he, a preteen? Don’t answer that. Instead of letting on, Gepard leaned away a bit and raised an eyebrow before his drink arrived. He took a sip and let it cool him. “You thought what?” “I thought you said no.” Gepard felt severely embarrassed now. Had he flirted that badly? “I never said ‘no’,” Gepard muttered. “I just needed time to… process.” Sampo was silent for a moment. “So, there’s a chance?” Gepard swallowed. He forced himself to drink his gin and tonic slowly instead of gulping it down at an alarming rate. “If—I, yes.” A hand settled on Gepard’s back. He didn’t push it off. When he looked to his side, Sampo’s face was close to his. “Whaddaya say we get out of here?” Sampo asked with renewed confidence. Gepard reminded himself he needed to have courage to take what he wanted as well. His voice was surprisingly firm when he answered yes, and then before he could chicken out, he leaned forward and kissed Sampo softly. It was the first time Gepard had kissed, well… anyone. Sampo’s lips were as soft as they looked and he smelled a little like smoke, but the good kind. He was warm. It was a little wet. It was nice. When Gepard pulled away, he immediately wanted to do it again, so he did. “Eager,” Sampo commented. Gepard shrugged. “Sue me,” he said. Sampo laughed before he leaned back in. “Tempting, but no. I have other plans besides litigation.” Gepard really liked kissing him. He felt warm all over and felt embarrassed when he realized he was already getting a bit hard. Quickly, he became mortified when Sampo glanced down and saw the bulge.  “Oh, damn, you really are eager,” Sampo commented. Gepard wanted to die. “Be quiet and follow me,” Gepard said, pulling his coat around himself to hide the half-chub he was sporting in his slacks. Halfway out the door, Sampo had to snatch up his wallet and jog to catch up with the speed-walking Gepard. “Hey, no shame here,” Sampo reassured him. “Happens to the best of us.” “Yeah, well…” Gepard sighed. His home was further away than he liked. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to Sampo and asked, “How close do you live?” Sampo grinned. “Oh, I never thought you’d ask.”   Sampo lived in a quiet part of town which surprised Gepard. His apartment was small, on the corner, and it was blank on the inside. Gepard tried to hide his shock when he stepped past the threshold. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t a plain space that didn’t look lived in at all. Honestly, Gepard knew this is what people expected of him, but his own house was decorated how he liked it. Music posters, little instruments he had as gifts from his sister, buildable figures from comics he read as a kid (and still reads, but you didn’t hear that from him). He had photos of family, records in drawers, scatter papers from notes to himself and drafts of poems that would never see the light of day. Gepard’s home was full; lived in. So, while Sampo himself was vibrant, the dullness inside his eyes suddenly made sense when Gepard came to an abrupt realization.  Sampo had no one. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Sampo said. “Oh, it's definitely humble,” Gepard responded before he could restrain himself. Sampo raised his eyebrows and let out a disbelieving laugh.  “Rude,” he scoffed, but his tone was light. “So polite to your men, but to me? Wow.” “I’m always rude to you,” Gepard said as he shrugged off his coat. He was wearing a cream colored sweater that complimented his complexion and his eyes. He knew he looked nice, but he felt his confidence come in waves as he slowly walked towards Sampo. He toed off his shoes and fought the urge to reach across his stomach to brace his arms over himself. Reaching up with fingers that softened over the years of pedestrian life, Gepard placed his palm against Sampo’s neck. He felt the white hair at the nape of his neck, the baby hairs around the edges soft against the heel of his palm. His skin was slightly prickly from his 5-o-clock shadow, but Gepard liked it. He felt real, less idealized than the charming man made himself out to be. Tilting his head up, eyes as blue as the sky hidden by snow met eyes as green as the grass that once coated the wild fields of Jarilo-VI. They searched each other, the minute movements and the fluttering of Gepard’s lashes a dance preluding their kiss. Courtship on a miniature scale, yes, but it made Gepard’s stomach flip. His lips felt just as soft and warm as earlier, but now, he wanted more. He could have more. In the privacy of Sampo’s apartment, Gepard walked Sampo back until his back hit the wall. They kissed, Sampo’s hands coming up to rest on Gepard’s narrow hips, his hands sliding up under the hem of Gepard’s sweater. Like a brand, Gepard felt the skin under Sampo’s palms burn. “I wouldn’t call this rude,” Sampo joked when Gepard pulled away to breathe. Why did he feel so lightheaded? Had he really been that investing in kissing? “I don’t care what you call it,” Gepard said as he leaned back in. He pulled Sampo’s hands back to his waist and slid up against him until they were crotch to crotch. With a newfound adventurous spirit, Gepard kissed Sampo and brushed his tongue against his lips. Sampo reciprocated and opened his mouth slightly, letting their tongues touch. Embarrassingly, Gepard let out a quiet moan.  “You’re a virgin,” Sampo said, stating the obvious. Gepard’s breath hitched and he pulled away, the back of his hand covering his mouth as his cheeks flushed and his eyes glared at Sampo.  “And?” “Nothing,” Sampo smiled. “Is it bad that makes me happy?” “What?” “That I get to be your first,” the man smiled. His hands tightened around Gepard’s waist to keep him close. He raised his knee and pushed his thigh against the blonde’s crotch. Gepard’s mouth fell open with a little gasp before he snapped his jaw shut, but the pinch in his brow gave his pleasure away. The pressure was reliving and infuriating at the same time and Gepard hated that he felt the need to stay still and not rut in order to preserve his dignity. “Consider it a privilege,” Gepard said cleverly. Desperately, he wanted to maintain control. He wanted this so badly even if he still didn’t entirely understand how it worked, and he wanted it with Sampo. Despite years of torment, Sampo was unfortunately the one his body fixated on. No one else would do—not at this point. “Without a doubt,” Sampo mused, “I am the most lucky man.” “You already have me, you don’t need to spew flattery.” “Is it flattery if it’s true?” “Sampo—” “There we go,” Sampo purred. “That sounds much better than scoundrel or criminal, wouldn’t you say?” Gepard sighed. He was beginning to feel disconcerted. What game was Sampo playing? “Just… get on with it,” Gepard said. He adjusted his footing and consequently rubbed his crotch down on Sampo’s thigh. He let out another, deeper sigh and let his head dip into the notch of Sampo’s shoulder. Deciding to play Sampo’s own game, Gepard kissed over the pulse of his neck. Opening his mouth, he pushed ever closer and sucked. Sampo’s breathing quickened and one of his hands came up to brace Gepard’s back. Gepard moved lower, sucking a mark on Sampo’s neck just above the collar of his shirt. “As you wish,” Sampo said, and then without warning, the thigh between Gepard’s legs disappeared as Sampo picked him up and walked the short distance to his bedroom. He set him down with surprising care. Left on the bed, Gepard watched, stunned, as Sampo took a few steps back to look at the disheveled former military captain on his bed. He smirked, chuckled to himself, and unbuttoned his shirt with deft fingers. Dropping the crimson fabric to the floor, Sampo began to slowly undo his belt before Gepard reached forward and stopped him. “Wait,” Gepard said, and without thinking twice, he slid off the bed onto his knees in front of his former enemy. Sampo’s eyes widened in genuine shock. “You don’t—” “I want to,” Gepard said as his lithe fingers reached up to make quick work of his belt. His blue eyes beseeched Sampo as he asked, “Do you want me to?” Sampo swallowed thickly. “Can’t think of anything better, darling.” Darling. The word echoed around in Gepard’s head. He always assumed sex would be rough, like a fight: carnal and vicious and taking and giving. Now, however, his blood rushed with the thrill of approval. He liked how Sampo looked at him like he was wanted. No, needed. So, while Gepard had no expectation of making love or being taken in the midst of a romantic escapade, he did realize he liked the gentle ease of familiarity regardless of its source. Sampo, as much as he frustrated him, was… safe. It didn’t help that doing something that everyone in his former life would frown at made his body light up with a thrill like no other. Yes, he was about the fuck the enemy (even if said enemy was now “reformed”). What of it? It wasn’t his job anymore. So, Gepard took the permission he was given and pulled down Sampo’s pants to his thighs without ceremony. His cock was thick beneath his black briefs, practically bursting at the seams. Gepard felt his own dick throb in his slacks as he reached up to stroke it over the fabric, the warmth beneath his trailing finger enticing. He wanted to taste it so badly that it made him feel stupid. Surely, a sane person didn’t desire to choke on someone’s cock, but at this moment, Gepard wasn’t exactly thinking about sanity or reason or anything but getting his hands on him. “This feels illegal,” Sampo groaned when Gepard pulled the waistband of his briefs down. Sampo’s cock was darker than the rest of his skin and was flushed a reddish purple. Without hesitation, Gepard ignored Sampo’s musings and leaned forward to take the tip into his mouth. His brow furrowed as the taste hit his tongue. Salty, like skin, and yeah, a little weird. He liked it. Quickly, he realized he really liked it. Opening his mouth a little wider, Gepard imitated images of what he’d seen in lewd and explicit drawings that he kept in the back of his filing cabinet. Sampo groaned deeply, the sound reverberating from his chest as Gepard’s pink lips split and took him in deeper, deeper, and deeper. Gepard only got halfway down before he started to gag, but he wasn’t a quitter. No, he wanted everything Sampo had to give him, so he opened his jaw a bit more and took a deep breath before sliding his cock all the way to the back of his throat. Closing his eyes, Gepard felt his throat flex around Sampo’s length as his face reddened. He couldn’t breathe, but it felt delightful. The familiar feeling of asphyxiation from all those years ago was recontextualized and now he knew he wanted this again and again. He wanted to be good, he wanted to please, and Gepard sincerely wanted the pleasure of taking Sampo apart.  “Fuck,” Sampo cursed. It brought Gepard a wave of delight. Pulling off, Gepard took a deep breath and smirked up at Sampo wordlessly. His expression said it all: he knew he was good, especially for a beginner. Then, as Sampo knit his fingers through his blonde locks, Gepard cut off the words forming on his lips as he licked up the precum dripping from his tip. Sampo’s hips stuttered forward, his cock sliding further past Gepard’s lips. Gepard, upon feeling the combination of a hand in his hair and something sliding down his throat against his control, realized he had a request. Spit trailing between the tip of Sampo’s cock and Gepard’s lips, Gepard spoke once his lips were free. “Fuck my throat,” he said simply and without shame. After all, he was way past that now.  Sampo’s hand tightened in his hair.  “Really?” “Absolutely,” Gepard said, tacking on after a moment of hesitance, “please.” Sampo swallowed. He looked up, the sharpness of his jaw apparent and the marks on his neck blooming red. He sighed, looked back down, and gave the blonde a serious look. “Hit my leg if you want to stop,” Sampo said. “Like,” Gepard asked as he balled up his fist and hit Sampo’s thigh a little too hard (maybe on purpose), “this?” Sampo grunted out a laugh and Gepard wondered why he looked endeared. “Yes.” “Okay,” Gepard agreed. “I won’t have to, though.” Above him, Sampo let out a deep sigh. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said, and then he was guiding Gepard’s head back towards his waiting cock. Gepard opened his mouth obediently and let Sampo guide him forward. Comfortably situated, Gepard breathed in and then suddenly, the cock was sliding all the way back into his throat. He gagged at first even as his own dick throbbed, his mind and body thrilled with the intrusion. It felt so good despite it having no reason to.  “Good,” Sampo praised, “You’re taking me so well.” “Hmmpfh,” Gepard grumbled back, unable to say anything. He wanted to let Sampo know he heard and that he liked it, though, so with determined eyes, he looked up at the man and begged him with a pinched brow for more . Having his throat fucked was an odd sensation. It felt rough, it felt smooth in places. It sounded louder than he thought it would with slick noises and moans coming out of both their mouths. It tasted salty and it smelled a little musky, Sampo’s pheromones clicking in Gepard’s brain like a puzzle piece. Reaching down, Gepard pressed the heel of his palm against his cock through his pants and worked on getting himself off. His whines grew louder and more desperate until he worried about Sampo’s neighbors. He was so, so close as he became fixated on the idea of having Sampo cum down his throat, his seed painting his throat white as proof of his pleasure. And then it was all taken away as Sampo’s hand left his hair and his cock pulled out of his mouth. Gepard coughed and took a deep breath before glaring up at Sampo. “Why—” “Get on the bed,” Sampo said breathlessly with a nod of his head. Gepard was stunned for a moment before complying. As much as he missed the cock in his mouth, he knew that Sampo knew more about this than him and he wanted what he assumed was coming next. “Fine,” Gepard said as he settled on the bed. “Next time, finish in me.” “You…” Sampo sighed before he let out an exasperated groan. “Who gave you the right to be so… fuck.” Gepard rolled his hips up and unbuttoned his slacks before kicking them off. Left in just his boxers, he wiggled out of those too until he was laying on Sampo’s bed, naked. He flipped over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillows. Now, the embarrassment over his behavior was beginning to settle back in his stomach. He didn’t want to see how Sampo was looking at him.  “You good?” Sampo asked, ever the intuitive soul. “‘M fine,” Gepard grumbled back. His hips lifted slightly when he felt a touch on the dip of his back just above his ass. For a second, he thought Sampo was going to touch him sexually, but instead, he felt himself being turned over as Sampo looked down at him with concerned eyes. “What’s wrong?” Gepard did his best to keep his face blank. “Nothing.” “Tell me,” Sampo said firmly. He wasn’t soft or coddling, just straightforward. Gepard liked this side of him. He felt his hesitance deflate. “Kiss me,” Gepard commanded. “I want to try something.” Try something. Really, Gepard just wanted to kiss him. “Okay,” Sampo said, and then their lips were pressed together in a closed-mouth kiss that made Gepard feel… weird. His stomach twisted, his fingers itched to run through Sampo’s hair, and his knees widened to better accommodate Sampo's body in between his legs. It didn’t feel like before when they were first kissing. Then, it truly had been an experiment. Now, it felt like he was reaching a conclusion. Lips close, Sampo asked him, “How do you want to do this?” “I want you inside,” Gepard said honestly. “Make up for earlier.” “I am humbly requesting that you take it slow,” Sampo said.  “You’re not the boss of me,” Gepard answered. “And are you mine?” Sampo responded, his tone darkening. “You want to be in charge so bad? Try it.” “I—what?” Gepard asked, his expression surprised as Sampo rolled over, threw a condom at Gepard’s forehead, and leaned back with his head resting on crossed arms. “Show me what you got, captain,” Sampo teased. Gepard scowled. He wanted to try to teach him a lesson? Fine. Gepard would win. Biting the inside of his cheek, Gepard slung his legs over Sampo’s and sat on his thighs as he looked down at the cock standing proud next to him. They were about the same size, but Sampo was thicker and curved up a bit. He’d had things inside him before, but this was different. A cock was warm and softer than his bony fingers. It would without a doubt reach further too; feel more filling. However, he had no idea how to start. His brain felt like it’d been thrown in a pan and cooked like an omelet. “Want help?” Sampo teased, but there was some sincerity in it. Gepard looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. “Just tell me what to do,” he said, compromising with himself. “As much as I’d like to get on with it I don’t want to end up at the clinic.” Sampo let out a laugh. “Who’s the flatterer now?” Gepard clenched his jaw and held back some choice words. Tilting his head back, he flopped back onto the bed and buried his face in the pillows once again. He turned his face to the side and caught Sampo staring with a soft expression. “Well?” Gepard grumbled, his cheeks pinkening. “Come on. You made your point. Fuck me already.” “Bossy,” Sampo said, his voice lilting as if he enjoyed being told what to do. Gepard hated that he related somewhat. Hands on his hips, Sampo pulled Gepard’s ass up until he could slide a soft pillow underneath him to keep his ass elevated. Then, he placed his right hand over top of Gepard’s where it laid on top of the sheets. Sampo knitted their fingers together and the gesture nearly made Gepard’s heart stop. What the fuck? His fingers twitched. Gepard didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or clench tighter. He was already in deep, yes, but he didn’t want feelings. Gepard told himself he was in this as a manner of biting the bullet, so to speak. He wanted to get used to the scene, not feel fucking butterflies for the first man who pinned him down, except Sampo wasn’t just some guy. Really, truly… he wasn’t, and Gepard knew that deep down and it frightened him to his core. Fear and arousal. When it came down to it, they both blended to the point of no return, and even then, Gepard knew which one he’d bow to. That, and Gepard was never one to turn tail and run because of fear. Feeling lips kiss the back of his neck, feather soft, Gepard willed himself to relax. He used the technique he was used to: thinking of each muscle starting from his feet and telling them to soften one by one until he was jelly all over. It worked wonders after a long day of training and it worked even better when he felt the hands of an attractive man touching him all over. Letting go, Gepard sighed as Sampo kneaded his ass. “A shame to hide this under those long coats you love so much,” Sampo mused quietly. He was basically talking to himself but it made Gepard redden. Hearing praise about physical features was, uh, flustering.  “What, I should walk around with my ass out?” Gepard sniped. “No,” Sampo answered sternly. “Dress how you want. More for me.” “Sampo, you—” Gepard gasped as he felt something wet slide over his hole—a tongue. Sampo’s tongue. Holy shit, he’d only read about this! “You don’t have to,” Gepard gasped again as Sampo licked over his rim. “Want to,” Sampo said simply. “I—” Gepard hissed through his teeth when he felt a hand gently squeeze around his shaft and balls. Sampo stroked him with a light touch. It felt good; it felt maddening. He wiggled his hips and bowed his back, pushing his ass against Sampo’s face. When his tongue slid inside, Gepard swore he could see stars.  “Please,” he begged, “Please, Sampo, just fucking fuck me already. I’m losing my mind, please.” Sampo slapped his ass gently, not hard enough to hurt, and backed up. Gepard bit his lip to hold back a whine. He’d begged enough. Aeons know he has no dignity to spare. “Turn over,” Sampo said after a long moment. “I want to see your face.” “No,” Gepard said. He couldn’t. It was too… “Come on,” Sampo urged, his voice dripping with sweetness. “Don’t you want to watch it go inside?” Gepard’s cock throbbed against the pillow. He did kind of want to see that… Flipping over with a still-red face, Gepard closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking just to the right of Sampo’s face. Sampo tried to make eye contact but Gepard stubbornly avoided it until Sampo grabbed his chin. Gepard, indignantly, stared into his eyes while Sampo just smirked with satisfaction.  “How am I the first?” Sampo asked. “Surely there was a line.” Gepard’s heart beat faster. “I never gave anyone the time of day. People stopped trying.” “I see,” Sampo said. “You got me on the hook, now. Good luck getting rid of me,” he teased as he reached down between them and dragged his fingers over Gepard’s hole. They were slick. Gepard realized the weird quiet gap earlier while he freaked out was when he must’ve grabbed it.  “Fuck,” Gepard cursed. He didn’t do that much, usually, but he was dropping them like candy today. “Why didn’t we do this earlier?” Sampo asked as he slid two fingers in and out of Gepard. He added a third soon after, Gepard surprisingly loose. “Did you fuck yourself earlier?” “Maybe?” Gepard said even though the truth was obvious. “I want—wanted to be prepared. Didn’t want it to hurt.” “Does it?” “No,” Gepard gasped when Sampo’s fingers pressed into the spongy little spot that made his blood feel like fire. “Not at all.” “How do you feel?” “Are you playing 20 questions?” “I’m being good,” Sampo said with a smug smile. He brushed his hair out of his face only for it to flop back down and leaned so close that their noses brushed. “Don’t you like it?” “It’s…” Gepard said, strained, “tolerable.” Sampo laughed. “Even with my hand up your ass, you’re still a dick.” “You can always leave.” “We are in my apartment,” Sampo deadpanned. Gepard frowned. “Touché. Now, please, get on with it before I fall asleep.” “Like I said, a dick,” Sampo grumbled then said under his breath, “You’re lucky I like you.” Gepard’s eyes widened. “Excu—” Leaning down to kiss him, Sampo shut him up before he could ask questions. The fingers in his ass pushed and pulled at his rim faster and faster until Gepard temporarily forgot about the whole liking issue. Then, just when he was ready to smack Sampo’s shoulder as he begged again, Sampo was marking up his shoulder above the sweater that he never took off. It’d ridden up to his stomach as Sampo’s wandering hands had pushed it up. When the fabric jostled, his nipples felt weirdly sensitive. It made him want to squirm closer but also away. Sampo leaned back, rolled on the condom, and leaned back over him. He felt a hard cock nudge up against his hole. Before Sampo could ask, Gepard was already nodding and muttering, “Yes, yes, please, yes,” to encourage him to just stick it in, already. So, with a practiced ease, the head of Sampo’s cock popped inside after pushing against his rim to meet his silky soft insides. “Fuck,” Gepard gasped, his voice airy and light as if making space for the thing inside him. “Why are you so big? What the fuck.” “I drank my milk like a good boy,” Sampo joked and Gepard hated that he laughed. He moaned, though, when the clenching of his stomach made everything feel more intense.  “Very good boy,” Gepard said, slightly delirious. He didn’t know what he was saying. “Is that all you got?” “Okay, pillow princess,” Sampo grumbled, and then he started thrusting. Gepard realized very quickly that this felt much, much, much better than a glass phallus and his hand. It didn’t feel blunt. Instead, it molded with his insides and felt so soft but so warm and pleasing. He felt the push and pull and adored it. Without a doubt, this was the best he’d ever felt.  "Oh," Gepard sighed. He rolled his hips up to meet Sampo’s and felt his toes curl. He was already so close from earlier that this was bringing him back to the edge very quickly. However, he wanted it to last as long as possible, so he took measured breaths and focused on holding himself back. After all, he didn’t know the next time he’d have this kind of opportunity. “It’s okay,” Sampo said, his face flushed pink over the cheeks as he looked down at Gepard. “Cum for me.” “I—” Gepard gasped, but the permission was too much. He felt too soft, almost, and when he came, he felt like he was melting away into nothing. He felt so warm all over, like a gooey puddle. On his stomach, there really was a gooey puddle as he came all over himself harder than ever before. Then, he bit his lip and knit his brow as Sampo came inside the condom, his thrusts becoming short and aborted as he too fought against the urge for more against the existing overstimulation. Laying down half on top of Gepard and half on the bed, Sampo curled naked around the blonde. He was affectionate like a needy dog, kissing under his ear and telling Gepard how good he did before they lapsed into silence. Only then did reality crash upon Gepard’s shoulders. He got up to leave. “Gepard, where—” “I—I need to go,” Gepard said hastily as he searched for his slacks. He felt horrible for some reason but didn’t know why. Everything felt bad, until— “I don’t want you to,” Sampo said. His voice was soft but firm, and admittedly, a little betrayed if Gepard was reading him right. Gepard stopped his search to find his pants and looked at Sampo with wide eyes. “Why?” He asked, but not verbally. His eyes did the work for him and Sampo picked up on that. “I said it earlier,” Sampo said slowly. “I enjoy being around you and, if you’re willing, I’d like to…” he scratched the back of his neck and looked to the side, embarrassed, “cook you breakfast and walk you home tomorrow morning, if you’ll let me.” Gepard swallowed thick spit. He couldn’t see a single reason how Sampo could feel like that towards him. He opened his mouth to say he needed to go home when Sampo cut him off to speak again. “For a long time, I had a hard time caring about the world beyond myself,” Sampo admitted. “It was only when I met you that I wanted to care. That I started seeing a point again, and I’m better now, really, but I’d be even better if I had you. Yes, yes, this sounds like my usual dramatics, but it’s how I feel.” “You,” Gepard paused, “like me? As a person? What about everything that,” he waved at the space between the two of them, “happened?” “Would it be messed up if I said I found that fun?” Gepard snorted. “A little, but you’re no more messed up than me.” Sampo smiled. “So is that a yes?” Gepard sighed, sat back down, and grabbed Sampo’s hand. He played with it for a moment, feeling every callus, creased, and knuckle before he looked to Sampo with a grin that belied far more fondness that Gepard was willing to let on. So, instead of saying something vulnerable and poetic, Gepard decided to start slow: “What are we going to make for breakfast?”

Nihility/Erudition

['itterasshai']

Mature

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Himeko/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Enemies to Lovers, Resolved Sexual Tension

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

690

1/1

2

311

13

3,590

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[]

"Didn’t you say you weren’t about to get into bed with a Stellaron Hunter?" Kafka admires the view below her. "Quite the opposite, is it not? Pleasant, too?" "Shut it." "You could. With a kiss, please."  Now, with Kafka straddling her atop, somehow Himeko lacks patience. "Do you ever stop talking?" She parries, shifting herself up to silence Kafka with the kiss she bargained for.  It’s quick, but rather telling, with a rough touch.  Much to Kafka’s liking. She stays quiet for a moment, eyes closed; hands studying Himeko’s body, stocking slowly. I’m not supposed to feel for you, am I? Himeko allows her the strokes. Yet she’s not the one in charge here. Letting out a chuckle, Kafka watches her again. "I just can’t get enough of the serious look of patience you wear." Her hand reaches forward to caress along Himeko’s jawline, "Not so patient anymore, are you?" She grins as she feels Himeko’s torso tense against her thighs. "Aching for more?" She’s all about tricks. And it’s a crucial hunt. Himeko never knew she’d yield, allow herself the desperate affection. She craves Kafka and is drawn to her elusive nature. Overwhelmed, she finds herself pushing Kafka off, standing up in one last attempt to leave. Escape.  She can’t. She needs Kafka to guide her, to show her what it’s like to fully give in to the obsession they’ve been pining for years. Obscene thoughts crowd her head, and it’s not long she’s pushing Kafka back onto the bed. She inhales deep, hungry to take in the smell of her hair; she wants to run her fingers through the velvet of it, but opts to study Kafka’s body in return, sneak cold palms underneath her shirt and against the hot of her skin. Her heart rate and built-up lust can barely manage.  Savouring the moment, Kafka listens to Himeko’s erratic heartbeat closely. It’s a profusion, an influx. Cadence of her own breath uneven, she exhales into her eager mouth, "Enjoying yourself?" And there it is. That very simple, not-so-easy-to-admit, but exactly the one Kafka desired to get out of her, "Yes." Satisfied—not yet sated, Kafka reacts by grabbing her loose hair in a fist; tugs them apart, then pulls her back even closer, ready to merge into one. "Do you like the way it feels? Exposing how much you long for me?" her words merciless toward Himeko’s conscience, "my way. Unhinged."  She does.  "I like the taste of you," Kafka sticks out her tongue and licks along Himeko’s lips. "All the staring does speak volumes, but we had to establish things properly." She cups her face softly—that is her priceless trophy. "Let me confess, Starward Explorer: I, too, suffered from the unresolved tension we shared. Thanks for agreeing to meet me off the record at last."  Himeko relaxes into another demanding kiss. Melts. Falls deeper and deeper. She remembers all of that clearly. It took her tremendous willpower to not snap and either shoot or fuck Kafka’s brains out each time they met on one of the missions. She can stand no time to waste anymore. "Just shut up before I–"  "Before you what?" "Before I prove you," Himeko jolts to switch their positions and be handy beneath Kafka once more. "Right." "I’m already proven." Kafka tries to sound unaffected by such an assertive action and the honest words that have just shot a sharp pulsation to her crotch, but can only press herself harder onto Himeko. Pure instinct.  Her breath hitches as she senses Himeko’s tongue against her neck. "So pathetic for me," she gives in to sticky licks and bites; still, she’s the one in control. "Too many times I thought of you, laying you down, undoing your garments, to next..." Kafka pauses on purpose.  Himeko is in over her head. There’s no return. She could easily come from those words alone. It’s all too much to handle, already she knows she will last embarrassingly short.  She has to hold back a whine when she feels Kafka slip from their tight embrace. "...surge between your thighs," Kafka concludes and kneels to spread Himeko’s legs.

don't trip (you might fall for me)

['oneiric_shards']

General Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Danheng/March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Pom-Pom (Honkai: Star Rail)

Pre-Canon, Pining, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Humor

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,001

1/1

19

511

49

3,069

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[]

“I won’t fall this time!”   “That’s what you said the last four times.”   “Yeah, well,” March 7th huffs, “this time will be different.”   “You also said that the last four times.” Dan Heng points out from where he’s reclined on the long sofa in the train car. They’d just finished their most recent trailblazing expedition— though it was more like an impromptu vacation in the form of a planet-wide holiday celebration. Hence, there was a lingering relaxed atmosphere surrounding the express crew, a remainder of the festivities. Even Dan Heng’s walls were lowered slightly; March would’ve snapped a photo, but she knows he’d put them back up immediately if she drew attention to the fact.   “Why don’t you just use your ice to secure your feet to the floor?” He offers, gesturing to her feet as Pom-Pom’s voice rings out over the intercom, prefacing their incoming warp.   March shakes her head defiantly. “Because that's cheating. It’s about challenging myself, not about succeeding!”   “Sure,” Dan Heng says, not believing her at all.   She sticks her tongue out at him as a telltale rumble reverberates through the train. He closes his eyes, portraying almost picturesque serenity from where he’s relaxed on the sofa (another moment where she finds him unfairly photogenic) and she turns to have her back facing him. Otherwise, she’ll forget to close her eyes and stare at him instead, and that’s way too embarrassing.   Squeezing her eyes shut, March braces herself for the sensation of a warp. It’s only when they’re seconds away from warping when something shakes the cabin unusually hard. Surprised, March wobbles on her feet, flailing her arms to steady herself, but it's too late— the train blasts forward, roaring like a beast, and all she can do is stumble backward and dread how the back of her head is about to slam into the floor.   Something manages to catch her just in time, and March is shocked by the sudden firmness against her back. Dan Heng secures an arm around her waist, his other palm settling flat against her thigh to keep her steady, almost as if he was already prepared for her to fall there.   “Hold still.” His voice comes soft and deep in her ear, and it leaves March reeling so hard that she actually obeys. With her eyes still closed, she can’t see anything. She can only feel the rattling of the train car, the warmth of his breath against her hair, tickling her cheek, and the security of his torso supporting her body. And March knows he’s tall, but it’s not as if he’s some hulking giant— yet she’s settled perfectly in the space in his lap, and she wonders if she’s always been this small compared to him. Dear Aeons, if someone took a picture, what would they look like right now? It’s a good thing they're the only two people in the cabin.   As suddenly as it came, the Astral Express meets stillness. If not for the change in starscape drifting outside the window, it would be as if they hadn’t moved at all. The intercom buzzes to life overhead. “We seemed to have encountered some slight turbulence due to an abnormal magnetic field. Pom-Pom apologizes for this inconvenience!”   So that’s what it was. March’s eyes flutter open, but the swooping sensation in her stomach has her unable to lift her head. She attributes the feeling to leftover nausea from the warp (a lie, she knows, because she hasn't been nauseous since the first time she experienced it) and stares at her boots, overly aware of how Dan Heng’s legs bracket hers.   “You okay?” He murmurs to her, hand smoothing across her skin, as if to soothe her. His fingertips leave a warm trail behind them, stopping at the fold of the band around her thigh, tantalizingly close to slipping under it. Her breath hitches.   “I’m fine,” she squeaks, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a clumsy heap. “Thanks for catching me.” She wants to stand up, dust herself off, maybe laugh at her clumsiness like a normal person, but unfortunately she’s not normal, she’s March 7th, and she genuinely thinks if she stood right now her knees would give out. Instead, she helplessly lets his palm complete its path down her thigh in distracted motions and tries not to think about how red her face probably is.   Eventually Dan Heng removes his hand, and she can’t help but mourn the loss of his touch. It's when she braves a look at his expression that she distinctly feels like some sort of fate has been sealed: his eyes are absurdly soft. It’s gone as quickly as she’d seen it, replaced by something like a flash of surprise, but she knows it was there. Ah, if only she’d taken a picture, just so she’d never forget the look on his face. The thought is just as exciting as the swooping sensation she felt earlier, or maybe even as thrilling as a trailblaze.   Flustered at her own mind, she’s suddenly motivated to stand. “I just remembered I have to sort my photo album!” The excuse flows as fast as water. “See you later!” She doesn't wait for him to respond and stumbles out of the room, only narrowly avoiding bumping into Himeko.   (“Did something happen with March?” Himeko asks once she enters the cabin, though she has some hunches once she observes the state Dan Heng is in. He remains still on the couch, his head in his hands. “Nothing happened,” he mumbles, trying to push away the uncharacteristic heat in his face. He dares to look up at her, and the knowing smile playing on Himeko’s face has him looking away immediately. “Ah, the joys of youth,” she laughs good-naturedly. “I said nothing happened.” “It’s a general statement, dear.” That nurturing smile of hers turns into something a little more mischievous. “Unless there’s a reason for you to interpret otherwise?” She laughs again when he’s too embarrassed to respond.)

Bad Dog!

['Liliopsida']

Explicit

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Master/Pet, Trans Female Character, Nonbinary Character, Trans Mach 7th, She/They/He Stelle, Dog training, this is pet play but the trailblazer is Very Dog Lesbian, Like if you’re not actually a furry it may get a bit weird, Verbal Humiliation, non-verbal consent, Foot Jobs, Spit As Lube, Spit Kink

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

5,160

1/1

7

192

21

3,712

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[]

Walking beside the trailblazer was always captivating. The way they would talk to everyone, inspect everything, and even sow a little chaos opening and breaking down things that they probably weren’t allowed to do so with. It was a perspective shift that, while at times bordering on unnerving, was still welcome to the small group. As such, March 7th, Dan Heng, and Himeko found themselves spending more time watching their new friend tear up the research station than actually helping the resident scientists. Luckily, the trailblazer seemed to be able to do the work of a whole group of people, somehow. In between each bout of extreme usefulness she would go right back to prowling to find whatever discarded thing happened to be lying around. This included, oddly at times, a fascination with trash but even more bizarre was their desire to collect every loose paper lying around. In a research station. The first time this had occurred, Himeko had lightly reminded the person that they probably shouldn’t be taking potentially important documents. But this time, only March had eyes on them as she saw that characteristic glint and stare. Then, his hand reached out a- “No! Bad d…” March chastised her through her teeth, with a reaching out to smack their own away from the loose paper, “b….bad Stelle…I mean…” It happened in an instant and March found herself with two sets of curious eyes boring into her. She turned to meet them, Dan Heng and Himeko, as both March and the trailblazer were frozen in place. “What….were you-” Himeko began but Dan Heng interrupted. “It’s good you caught them, let us continue,” disregarding the tense atmosphere. The man walking away seemed far too keen to overlook the brief standoff that occurred, but the criminal in question didn’t even seem phased. Their tired eyes turning from Dan Heng, to Himeko, and finally to Mach 7th herself as he nodded (perhaps in apology?) and started to walk as well. It was hard to tell if there was any true remorse in that response though as their eyes immediately began scanning for anything not bolted down again, it was unlikely. “What are we going to do with her,” Himeko muttered. “W-we’ll think of something,” March said, finally following along with Himeko in tow. “Right…” the woman replied, leaving a lot of room for March to ruminate on her actions. ~~~ The next day, the trailblazer was knee deep in helping a scientist when their pocket vibrated, and using their free hand, she checked the message. From: March 7th-My room. Simple, direct. Very unlike her usual flowery way of texting. Was something wrong? Apparently the scientist could pick up on the slight distress on his face, and asked if it was urgent, Despite trying to return to the task at hand, the scientist insisted that they were no longer needed. So, standing in the station with no more tasks, having been relieved of her last one, and staring at their phone…the trailblazer shrugged, starting to find their way back to the Astral Express. It wasn’t a long walk, but the entire way did leave plenty of time for them to worry, what had caused such a dramatic shift in March? Sure they didn’t know each other so well that she could say for certain that she never got this serious, but…still it didn’t settle well in her mind. So it was relief that upon knocking on March 7th’s door, that her usual cheery voice came back through the door “Come in~!” The door slid open to March’s well decorated, almost pastel room, and the trailblazer stepped inside. “You…wanted to talk to me?” They started, their voice lower from being unused as often as she likely should. “Yes, I did,” March replied, shuffling around in a drawer with a return of her more serious cadence, “remember yesterday when I had to stop you…again…from stealing.” “It seems useful to read,” he responded, not quite apologizing for blatant theft. “Right…well, we can’t have a member of the Astral Express going around commuting petty robbery of scientists, so…” March stood up, with something behind her back, and the trailblazer swore she could hear a jangling of some kind. “Am I in trouble?” They asked, almost more bored of the concept than scared of it. “No, well, not exactly no,” March 7th said, approaching her. “That’s….confusing,” they said but drew her head up as March came in close. “Well, I figured you need just a little training to be a member of society that can follow basic rules.” March said, letting part of whatever she had in hand fall to the floor, and brought the other part around to be in front of her. It was…a, collar? A strap on a wide piece of leather, pink, was hooked onto by a long similarly colored leash that had a loop on its end, which March picked up and held in her hand. “I figured that, If you’re going to act like a dog, then I’m going to treat you like one…” March 7th said, drawing closer, leash in hand, “and if I’m treating you like one, then I’m going to train you like one.” “This…seems a bit…strange…” they replied. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to take you outside with this,” March said, drawing the collar in close to the trailblazer who pointedly did not step back, but also kept a hesitant eye on her actions. “If I say no?” “Will you?” “…” “Good dog,” March 7th said, finally stepping up to the trailblazer, who in the close presence backed right into the wall. The shorter girl had to reach but her hands made the trailblazer shiver as they worked over her shoulder and around the back of her neck. A few jingling of straps and…they had a collar around their neck. And March was holding the leash. “Too tight?” “…” the trailblazer was too stunned at what was really going on to really answer the question but let out a croaked “no…” “Good~” March said, in her excitable voice, “now sit.” The trailblazer looked around before finally he pushed off the wall and approached the bed to sit. “Nooo,” March said, yanking her backwards, which made her stumble on his way over. “I said sit,” March said a bit more commandingly, “you need to start following rules better and you’ll start with mine. Do as I say, immediately. Sit.” The trailblazer sat. Right in the middle of the room, on the floor. “There you go~” March said somewhere in between cheery and sultry. “I still don’t r-“ “Ah…nooo, dogs don’t talk.” “What?” “No!” March said, yanking the leash again, “Bad dog!” “…mmmh…” the trailblazer did their best to let out their best impression of a dog whining, just to see if that would allow some sort of question be answered. “Good!” March clapped her hands together, “you’re figuring it all out! You need to learn manners and since it’s clear you can’t even learn human manners first, you can learn dog manners and then graduate.” “…” “Is that good?” “I-I gues-…” the trailblazer went to respond but received a glare… Right… “W….woof…” the trailblazer said finally, their voice a bit pathetic. “Good,” March said, “let’s begin.” ~~~~ For a while, the trailblazer had expected at any moment for March to turn this into some humiliation thing where she’d be paraded around the train to be laughed at but…for all intents and purposes, she really did train her as a dog. Ever so often March would get serious and call them to her room and go through basic dog drills with her. Come, sit, walk next to, paw, rollover. It usually was in response to her acting out of turn, but sometimes it was just random. March 7th would get a glint in her eye and eventually they was called to her room for a training session. One time, she even cut their hair as he sat on the low table in her room, like she was at a groomer. As they did this, though, the trailblazer found herself following March around just as she did in their training. Not on her hands and knees, but she would follow close, and walk when she walked, and stopped when she did. Even turning close to her, like some parade dog. Another thing she found was how much she listened to March’s commands when she spoke, or simply snapped. Himeko was the first to notice, as March snapped in the trailblazer’s direction when he had approached a loose bundle of materials. Immediately they straightened up, and spun back around to stand next to Match once again. “Huh,” the redhead muttered, “seems like you’ve got them trained well…” “Oh you know, positive affirmation and all,” March giggled but there was once again some tension between them that Dan Heng picked up but ignored, and flew right over the trailblazer’s head. They simple rested their chin on the shorter one’s shoulder and the girl raised her arm to scratch her chin on reaction. Then March paused, under the watchful gaze of Himeko, and in turn she simply patted the side of her head. The woman blew out an amused breath through her nose and walked onwards, and March rolled her eyes. Then in response to the trailblazer letting out the smallest of whines she did actually provide chin scratches. ~~~ A while into her training and yet another message: From: Owner-Room now. He was there in minutes. “Come in~! In response, the trailblazer only hummed out a noise. Short and staccato it wasn’t exactly a sound a dog made but it was an acceptable sound of delight approved by her owner. Sufficiently dog-like. “Up,” March said, patting the bed, and the trailblazer followed suit. On the bed, they trotted over and plopped themselves down by March’s thigh as she had her phone pulled up. Without a moment’s hesitation, March began to pet the trailblazer and give small kisses on her forehead. In her room, here in the privacy of the express, the trailblazer really was March’s dog. “You know…” March said eventually, “you’ve been a very good dog recently.” The trailblazer, is they had floppy ears, would’ve perked up. “In fact,” March said, “maybe it’s time you start to learn human manners now. I think it’s time.” Right…that’s what this has been about. Some kind of boot camp for her to learn manners, weird as it was it had become just life to the trailblazer. There was no deeper though than being March’s dog. The alternative, being a person, didn’t appeal to her anymore… She whined, extended and punctuated with a press of her nose to the outside of March’s thigh. “Come on,” March said, rocking the trailblazer back and forth, “you did well, shouldn’t you want to be a person again.” Another whine. “What, don’t tell me you want to…” The trailblazer then, in one fluid motion, pushed herself up and at March. They both fell back against the bed and the girl beneath them stared up with wide eyes. They were…panting. “You really are just a dog.” She said, putting her hand up to the side of their head, to which the trailblazer leaned into it. “You look like a person…talk like a person, sometimes…but…” she said, as she inspected the trailblazer closer, “you really are such a simple being…” The person pinning her down had, by this point, fully closed their eyes and was humming low and satisfied at the attention. There wasn’t any maliciousness in the position, no pain pressed into March’s arm. Just a dog that got a bit excited. Using the hand on her chin, March drew the trailblazer’s face down to look at her more closely. Their hair, which she trimmed ever so often so it stayed fluffy, fell down around her face as suddenly she was surrounded by the presence of her dog. Her dog… “Mine…” March whispered, “you’re not just any dog are you…” The trailblazer turned their head inquisitively. “No you’re….my dog,” she said, softly, as her head raised slightly off the pillow. The person again whined a little, her own face tilted from the soft scratching at her head. “Good…dog…” she whispered as she finally drew her close enough that they were sharing breath. For the first time, she felt her dog move on their own accord, and she didn’t mind. They kissed, deep. March, grabbing at her shirt collar to have something that told her she was in control as she felt her body shiver. It, like her dog, wasn’t quite listening to her command but similarly she didn’t have qualms about that. “You’re so cute as my dog, please…” March tried to get out in between kisses. “…never stop…” There was no response except an endless assault of affection. March drew her leg up for stability, and bumped up against the trailblazer’s ass as they straddled her, and she used the leverage to pull her in deeper. There was little need for words, even less than the few that March used to command her dog, and the loudest sound was both of their breaths going ragged and hot. “How long have…you…” March asked but the trailblazer didn’t respond, only drawing her head in to lick and nibble at March’s neck. “Ah…ah.mh…you….mhm…are good at this…” Again no response. She had to remind herself of the very rule she had put in place. When she was in March’s room, she was a dog in need of training. So of course she wasn’t getting any words out of her. The only confessions he would make was their teeth on her skin, and the rather distracting and rather large thing rubbing against her thigh. “Bad…mhmaaa…Bad dog,” she managed to get out between moans, “no humping….” The trailblazer whined but stopped, pulling themself up to not be rubbing against the girl’s thigh. “Good…dog…” March finally said, a breathy giggle coming out. “Leash. Go get your leash,” she said, high pitched in her usual excited commanding voice. Immediately the trailblazer turned and leaped off the bed, trailing over to the drawer and nudging it open. Then pushing her head in, she came out producing the same pink collar in between her teeth. “Come sit” They did so, plopping themself at the edge of the bed and opening their mouth to allow the leash to be retrieved. “Here,” March said, pulling off her jacket and then doing the same to the trailblazer, so she was just in a white t-shirt. “Now…” March collared the trailblazer and gave it a small tug for good measure. A whine, distinct from her others from how…needy it sounded, came from her dog. “Up,” she said, and once again the trailblazer leaped up onto the bed. The panting from her dog a lot heavier than it was before, as she stared down at them sitting with their legs on either side of them. “Come here, cutie” she pulled on the collar and again they were locking lips, deep and frantic as if any moment they’d be broken apart and not allowed to touch each other again. March pulled away, and realized that what she noticed earlier had not gone away. In fact the trailblazer, a dog waiting for instruction on their haunches, had a generous erection presenting through her underwear, his skirt being pushed up by the size. “You have no shame do you,” March said, looking them up and down, the leash taunt in her hands, “you don’t even realize that most people would feel shame at their dock being so obvious. But you’re…not a person. Just a dumb, horny dog.” There was no maliciousness in her voice. In fact she was smiling in amusement. “Ugh, I’m hard too but at least I have the decency to not have a huge dick that’s impossible to hide…” Again said with a smile. But at much as she proded at them, teasing, the trailblazer just continued to sit there. Paws at either side of them, and dick twitching and leaking in their underwear. “You want to hump me, don’t you?” A whine came in response. March sat back, on the bed, holding a finger out to her dog. They stayed in place. “Well, if you’re a dog, you don’t deserve to hump. That’s bad manners.” March said pulling on the leash so that they inch closer. “No you are dirty, so you get other things that are dirty,” she said, adjusting her foot so it pressed into her dog’s massive bulge. Another intense whine. “You…are just a dog. That would get off on even rubbing a couch…” she said, as her foot worked over the dick through the fabric. As much as she was degrading the other, her breath hitched as she saw how the dog responded to her touch. As she drew her feet over the band of their underwear and pulled it down, there was a stunned moment of pure awe from seeing just how endowed they were. Them being tall couldn’t account for all of this… “You’re so big…it’s useless to be so big as a dog,” she said, “but I guess as your owner I have to take care of you…” March’s teasing was undercut by just how horny she was, her voice straining to remain stable and not crack from the overbearing desire mounting in her. “Come,” she said, drawing on the leash and brought the trailblazer all the way up to the pillows. “This is just useless for a dog to have, isn’t that right?” She said, drawing her finger along the underwear band and then finally pressing it down her legs. The trailblazer sat up so the underwear traveled down easier, which prompted their dick to flop down so that their skirt flowed down around it rather than be pressed up by it. “Why are you so…big…” March said, “if you weren’t a dog I’d be tempted to put it in my mouth. She said this, and poked at it, prompting some more twitching and whining. “But I don’t know where this thing has been. Have you been humping your pillow? I bet a dog like you gets horny often…” There wasn’t a whine, but by the trailblazer’s face turning away she had her answer. “My horny dog,” March said again, bordering on delighted at the prospect. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, it being too big to fit in a single of her small palms. “I can’t get over how big you are, dog,” she said, drawing her hand up and down it as the trailblazer shuttered and whined, and in small bouts thrusted into her hand. Then, forgetting what she said earlier, her temptation won out. She tried to place the thing in her mouth but…it wasn’t going to work. She could maybe do something like just work the tip but with the dogs hip’s bucking she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to moderate how much she took. “Hmm, I change my mind. But you’d still do anything for a little bit of pleasure wouldn’t you?” A stronger whine. An overwhelming yes. She got a hint, and now they want more. “Good, first you’ll earn it” March said, pulling at the leash with one hand and pulling her own underwear down with the other. Her own presentation of a dick was much less grandiose, a small but thoroughly hard dick fell out of the pink panties. “Dogs have good tongues right?” She said, smiling, “so lick.” She yanked the trailblazer’s leash down towards her crotch and there was no hesitation between the fall and the dog eagerly lapping at the girl’s short length. Immediately March had an arm over her eyes, her head tilting back. “You…certainly are…a mutt…” she panted as the signals of pleasure were almost immediate, being so tightly wound up. “…such a good dog…and you’re all mine, I get to do what I want with you…” There were only whined responses from a head that was burying itself deep into the girl’s pink hair surrounding her dick. “Ke-…keep going…” March muttered out as she drew her back to an arch, pressing the mop of hair at her groin down further. She wasn’t big enough to choke the other, but she did certainly feel a renewed vigor lapping at her. “You’re too good at this…” she panted as she felt herself mounting with a familiar pressure. Finally, she took her hand and drew the trailblazer’s head back. Absent of a dick in their mouth, their tongue hung loosely from their mouth as they met her eyes. “You want to feel good right?” A breathy woof came back, as if they hadn’t taken a single breath while going at her. “Good, just a little more and you’ll have earned it,” she said, pushing her dog’s head lower, and drawing her hips up. The dog knew what to do, wrapping its arms around her legs to hold her up against her shoulder, and started to lick. March again immediately began to shiver from the feeling. Her dick rocking from side to side as the rhythmic licks came from lower down, pressing enough that she could feel the wet, prodding sensation from inside her and not just at her entrance. “You want…you’re reward tha-ahhmm…bad-dly huh?” she said, her dick basically water falling precum down her stomach and she had to bunch up her shirt to avoid it dampening her outfit. March was drawing close but she hadn’t quite gotten what she wanted yet. She’s seen it, and touched it, but she wanted to do something with the massive dick she’s been teased with. She was supposed to be the one teasing, not getting teased. So she pressed the trailblazer away with her leg, and let out a deep sigh. “Ok….ok, you…deserve to feel good now, puppy,” she said, not even thinking about the new term usage. It didn’t seem to bother the other, who sat on their haunches, again his dick being far too prominent to miss as the trailblazer felt no qualms about how much they were presenting. “You want to hump?” March asked, opening her legs once again, “then go ahead.” Permission. Something to handle the twitching and thoroughly leaking dick of the trailblazer they had been pointedly asked to ignore. She would not pass up the opportunity as they got into position in between March’s legs and let himself fall onto her chest, their boobs creating the smallest of padding between them. As they flopped down, March felt the rubbing between her crotch and well lubricated thighs from the spit and precum. The panting started almost immediately, and some of the spit even drew down the dog’s tongue, disregarded by its creator but well aware of by owner who was in the path were it to fall. Initially March was going to wipe their mouth, chastise them for being a dumb dog but…a hornier part of her brain unlocked that opened her mouth for the bit of drool to find its way down into. As the trailblazer continued to thrust, and pant, finally a drop fell into March’s mouth who swallowed and was immediately overcome with a gross taste, more than she expected. A supremely horny part of her brain enjoyed it but another was more concerned about her dog. She brought the trailblazer in for a kiss but then smelled their breath when drawing back and…yep, she had dog breath alright. What did she expect. “You haven’t been going through trash again?” She said, pulling on the leash which made the person humping her only increase in intensity. “You are thoroughly gross, dog,” she said, “anything to say for yourself?” Nope, she wouldn’t. Couldn’t even. All she could do was continue thrusting and hope the girl didn’t make them stop. “Ugh, bad!” March finally gave a slap, only moderate in intensity, across the trailblazer’s face. They slowed down their humping. “Maybe it is a good thing you stay as a pet. You have more to learn, clearly,” she said, then finally pulled on the leash again. “There’s no changing that you got dog slobber over all of me so might as well go on. I know what a simple dog like you wants, go on.” Again, there was permission, so the trailblazer drew back their hips and repositioned. “Come ooon, before I change my mind about putting that inside me,” March ushered her along and the trailblazer followed accordingly, pressing herself up against her entrance with a couple drool beads as lubricant. Just as big as the trailblazer was, March was prepared and seemingly practiced for it. Pressing in, March’s face contorted from a nervous grimace to a slack eye flutter as the large cock worked its way inside her. “You’re being surprisingly careful for a dog,” she giggled. The trailblazer only lapped at her neck and corner of her mouth in response, covering her even more in slobber. A thrust interrupted any response that March may have had as she felt herself gasping from the way the cock filled her up, her own dick twitching with each slight movement inside her. The trailblazer took notice as they took a paw and began to palm at the dick, drawing even more moans out from the girl. She wouldn’t last long like this, the size inside her and teeth on her neck, and being jerked off. The trailblazer finally hilted inside her with a growl as March let out a shivering moan. “You want to go faster,” March said running her hands through their hair. “Go on, show me what you can do” As always, the dog was eager to follow its owner’s orders, thrusting quickly in and out with little build up in speed. March knew what to expect and even then was taken by surprise with the intensity at which she was being thoroughly fucked. The trailblazer wasn’t just a dog chasing after a bit of pleasure, she felt like her dog’s entire meal. Bit, kissed, fucked, and even more furiously jacked off, she was a shuttering mess in no time. “Not lasting long” had turned into “on the edge” before she even knew it and March was grabbing fistfull’s of the trailblazer’s hair to maintain a hold on something. “I want you…to come, dog…” March gritted her teeth, holding back a damn. “Can…can you do that…” she said, her body glistening with sweat, and her face and core welling with a burning heat. The only answer was a growl into the bite on her shoulder which grew tighter as March felt herself unravel, hitting her apex and then rocketing through an orgasm from there. She bucked in place as her dog held onto her tightly, making her rock through each and every burst of pleasure, and even drew out some lingering bouts with thrusts and pulls at the girl. “F-f-friiiick” March gasped as she rode out the wave intensely. Then, staccato thrusts started to beat into her as her dog drew close. The grip in their hair tightened and she game the single word order, once her breath had regained enough to give it. “Come” They did, the feeling of not only being full but now filled up too, March was almost there again from the feeling. This prompted the trailblazer to start pulling again which March didn’t need much adjustment to start to feel the rise in pressure again, as the massive dick limply slid out of her. That feeling brought her to edge again and the trailblazer continued to pull as hard as they could in order to draw the second one out. How they knew she was close again she didn’t know but figured it might be a scent thing. “A…ahhhhnnmnnnnnng” March moaned out as she mounted that apex again, her dick dribbling out just a hint of cum like it had the time before, almost indistinguishable from the precum on her..everywhere. “Good…” March 7th gasped for air, and panted almost as bad as her dog, “good dog…” The dog in question only flopped onto the bed next to her, his grey hair sprawling out onto the pillow. “Wow….” March finally let out in a heavy exhale. Her eyes growing tired as she didn’t want to move a muscle quite yet. Looking over at the trailblazer, it was clear they were due for rest as well, so she let herself close her eyes. The two of them fell into a silent nap for a time, only waking up due to March risking around in the uncomfortable state that she was in. Especially on the damp mattress. “Hey,” she shook the trailblazer. “Up,” she said, and the trailblazer’s head popped up, “off.” They were on the floor even before March had worked their way to the edge of the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up, dog.” She said, picking up the leash and leading her to a drawer with towels in them. “To the showers…” March said sleepily as she went over to open the door. March and the trailblazer stepped out and looked up and down the hall. No one. “This way” March said and to her surprise she heard a response. She jumped at the presence of another voice, her blood running cold at the prospect of having to explain herself. “I know which way,” was the simple answer, and it was from the trailblazer, then they pointed to the collar “do you want me to keep this on or…” “N-no…” March murmured, forgetting one last time her own rule. In her room, they were her dog. Outside, he wasn’t. Why did that disappoint her so much? “Just, throw it.” “Ok,” he responded evenly, unhooking it and throwing it inside the room. Then the door shut and they were standing in messy clothes and holding towels but otherwise it was just her normal coworker, not a dog and its owner. “Something…wrong?” The trailblazer asked, putting a fist to her face inquisitively. “No! No,” She said to the trailblazer as they continued to stand there, “you don’t…think less of me, do you?” “What?” “For…using you…like…that…” The trailblazer cocked their head, their eyes drawing even more into a tired squint than usual, “No? I could’ve left at any time.” “So you…liked it?” The trailblazer’s head cocked to the other side. “Yeah…” she said, like it was obvious. Then, they drew close to plant a kiss on March’s lips, “I did.” March could only stand still frozen, as she watched the other trek down the hall. Not even blinking at what all had occurred. No hesitation, no hangup. What a strange dog…

Blood like Lemonade

['Xenogou']

Mature

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader, Blade (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Reader

Threesome - F/F/M, Smut, Self-Indulgent, Daddy Kink, Mommy Issues, Not Beta Read

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

794

1/1

10

420

30

9,913

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"Be a good girl and let daddy make you feel good okay baby? Say yes for mommy~" her fingers are brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead, her mouth curled into a smirk as she coos down at you. Your head is resting on her lap while Blade wedges himself between your legs, pushing them up until your thighs meet your chest. "Yes Mommy~" You're dazed out of it already, drool smearing across your mouth as you pant. Kafka just hums softly, resting her hands against your thighs to keep them in the air. She raises an eyebrow as she watches as your other partner brings up his hand, she bites her lip in anticipation. A harsh slap makes your legs jolt, your thighs trembling as you whimper. Blade snickers down at you, grabbing your face with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.  He watches as your eyes try their hardest to focus on him, but all he can see is the little tears escaping, your throat letting out a whine as you try and rub and ease the pain against his lap. He clicks his tongue, dropping your chin and grabbing his cock to give your clit a smack, groaning as the wet sound it produces.  He was always so rough with you while Kafka was the one to smother you, treating you like a little doll. He had his days where he could treat you kindly, unfortunately those were not common. Maybe he would be more gentle if you weren't begging for it every single time he pinned you down, but hey, that wasn't his fault. "So wet, and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet." He murmurs, rocking his hips back and forth to coat himself in your wetness. Kafka and Blade can't help but bite back a moan when they see you spread your legs impossibly wider, showing just how drenched you are just from their teasing earlier. "Please, please please please-" you stutter out, reaching out your hands to Blade, wanting to feel his skin on yours. It was a bit of an awkward position but nonetheless, a small part of him found is sickeningly endearing.  You're between two wanted fugitives, stellaron hunters known to have committed atrocities, naked as sin and you're begging him to be skin to skin with you. No regard to your well being, no regard to any morals you may had left in that little brain of yours, just wanting mommy and daddy. It's pathetic in a way, but everyone enjoys it. If it's not broken, why fix it? "Come on Bladie, don't keep her waiting~" Kafka grinned, nudging her head down to their lover underneath them. Blade feels his cock twitch against your pussy, forcing himself to not just thrust inside. You're certainly wet enough to take him, you've had enough training that your pussy was perfectly molded to his shape by now. "Is the little slut that eager? I didn't hear you call my name, how am I supposed to make you feel good if I don't know who you're referring to?"  "Daddy please! I'm so empty, I'll be a good girl daddy, please please please-" He cuts you off as he pushes himself inside, bottoming out inside of your tiny cunt, groaning at the feeling of your wet walls sucking him in deeper. How were you always so fucking tight?  He allows you to adjust, knowing well that even if this is routine, he's still stretching you wide. "Good girl, just let daddy inside, he'll do the rest." Kafka uses one hand to trail your body, stopping at your chest. Your pants are getting more frequent and she knows you're close, you always are when Blade starts. It's not unusual for you to cum a few thrusts in, overstimulated by the both of them, she loves giving you an extra push. Seeing you squirm and cry out as your face grows warm at how fast you came, she feels her own pussy grow wet at the thought. Her slender fingers toy with your nipples, squeezing and teasing, smiling at your high pitched moans. Blade takes that as his cue to do the first pump of his hips, his cock hitting your g-spot with no effort. Readjusting you to the perfect angle, he lets himself go and starts fucking you with vigor. The wet slaps of your skin meeting echos through the room. "Such a good girl for mommy and daddy, mommy's so proud of you baby girl~" she blows a kiss down at you, watching as your eyes truly go out of focus for good. Moans falling from your lips continuously as you lay there and take all they're giving you, like you always do.

Partners Gotta Stick Together

['Zva_Vya']

General Audiences

Gen

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

March 7th & Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail)

Mentioned Asta (Honkai: Star Rail), Mentioned Herta (Honkai: Star Rail), Fluff, slight angst, identity crisis, Comfort, Self-Indulgent, My First Work in This Fandom, Emotionally Repressed, Female Protagonist

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

889

1/1

5

513

44

4,352

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[]

She really didn’t know who she was now that she thought about it.   Everything had been hectic with the attack from the Antimatter Legion. That, and she had gone around helping out in errands and trying to memorise names.   Now that she has her own room… Many thoughts conspired against her.   She held no memories from before she had woken up. All that remained of her was her name: Stelle.   She’d actually forget that it was her name sometimes and her newfound friends would remind her with confused looks.   A woman’s voice would sometimes whisper into her ears but be gone with the wind. Sometimes she wouldn’t have grasped what she said, sometimes she did and recited them, but forgot later on just to hear them again.   Was she human?   She felt like a vessel containing a Stellaron. She is a vessel containing a Stellaron. She didn’t feel like a person, no matter how many jokes she cracked or how smug she acted.   She really didn’t like being alone. Those kinds of thoughts never really appeared when she was with her friends.   However, she pushed it aside for the time being. She needed to decorate her room - it was too empty and plain for her liking.   She thankfully bought stuff at the Space Station and Asta was kind enough to buy her some of the things she wanted.   Her bed was placed in the same corner as March’s in her room, near the big windowsill. The covers were black with golden stars of various sizes scattered among the dark, though her blanket underneath was pitch black. But it was still very fluffy and soft.   Her long corner desk, albeit quite a bit smaller than March’s, was in the other corner near the windowsill opposite her bed, radiating its golden borders among the base colours of a grey gradient.   She also had a grey-black photo board hanging with photos March had taken for her.   It consisted of photos of the Trio, with Miss Himeko and Mr. Welt Yang. There was also one photo March managed to take between her and Herta.   The other side of her room was a bit bland; it consisted of a grey closet and sofa, as well as a fluffy black carpet with a modern, matte coffee table on top.   Stelle quickly brushed her empty feelings away and semi-rushed to meet with the others before her mind could get in the way.   She was right when she said she felt better with her friends. However, what she failed to realise was that thoughts pushed to the side often resurface to punch you in the face.   “Heyyyy, Stelle, you there?” March 7th asked, waving her hands frantically in front of Stelle’s unfocused eyes.   “Uh, huh?” Stelle had either completely forgotten what had happened in the past couple of minutes or had blanked out. She really didn’t know which one happened, both were plausible.   March 7th gave a playful frown, “You didn’t respond to meee.”   “Ah,” Stelle said, still oblivious as to what happened beforehand, “I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”   As soon as Stelle hung her head back to smile at the pink girl, a sudden bout of dizziness threw Stelle completely off and she quickly collapsed to the ground.   “Huh?! Stelle?!” March 7th called out.   Thankfully, Dan Heng had managed to catch her - Stelle was unaware that he was even beside her. She really did have a couple of screws loose.   “Are you alright?” Dan Heng asked, laying her down on the floor carefully.   Was she? She didn’t know. Even then, lies fell from her mouth easily.   “Yeah, I’m fine, just got dizzy all of a sudden.”   She knew her words weren’t convincing from the concerned look of her companions. Nonetheless, she forced herself up.   “Oh no, you don’t!” March 7th stated firmly. “You’ll be getting some sleep.”   Dan Heng nodded his head in agreement. “Agreed, you should get some rest.”   Stelle nervously laughed.   How the fuck was she gonna make it to her room?   She still felt, for a better choice of words, absolute shit. Her legs felt like they could collapse at any moment. Plus, a headache had been slowly increasing in pain and jabbing at every part of her brain.   “Come on!” March 7th quickly grabbed both Dan Heng and Stelle to the Parlour Car sofa.   Dan Heng was sat to the left of Stelle, while March 7th was to the right.   Stelle originally thought how awkward it was for Dan Heng to be dragged along on one of March 7th’s shenanigans, but exhaustion had really started to creep in.   Dan Heng was the last to fall asleep and although he was thrown off-guard at first, he quickly became content seeing the other two sleeping peacefully.   Stelle’s behaviour had given him and March 7th a good scare, but it was a question that could be brought up at another time. For now, they were all safe and weren’t looking through trash cans or creating trouble. And for that moment, that was enough. . Himeko chuckled to herself and swiftly took a photo of the Trailblazer Trio sleeping together. Stelle’s head leaned on Dan Heng’s shoulder, while March 7th’s head rested on her lap, clinging onto her right arm, and Dan Heng’s head rested atop of Stelle’s, his arms crossed.   Ah, how cute the three are.

meeting dan heng.

['userheng']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), dan heng - Fandom

Dan Heng/Reader

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng - Freeform

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,921

1/1

4

183

7

2,951

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As soon as you step foot in the Astral Express, your whole body lights up with excitement. You’re finally starting your journey to other planets and your joy couldn’t be contained. Your eyes take in your surroundings, a beautiful view of a bed of bright stars—you have to hold yourself back from almost reaching for them. “Hey!” A voice breaks you out of your reverie, you look for the source of the voice not finding anyone in front of you. “Down here!” The voice speaks once more and you finally look down, coming in contact with the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “Oh…hello?” You say with hesitation, taking note of the unfamiliar creature. “I’m Pom-Pom, the conductor of Astral Express,” The unknown creature introduces themselves. “You can come to me whenever you need help! But don’t cause trouble!” Pom-Pom expresses with a fiery passion, and you don’t know whether to coo or actually be scared of the little thing. “Well, alright, you’re the boss.” You simply nod, trying to hold back a laugh at the adorable entity. “The Passenger Cabins are that way so you can keep your bags there. And the archives are the first door but um…” Pom-Pom pauses for a second. “There’s a guy called Dan Heng that practically lives in the archives but you’re free to visit that area! I have no clue what he does all day in there.” Pom-Pom’s petit body seems to deflate in defeat which once more makes you want to let out an audible coo but you refrain. You recognize that name easily—Dan Heng. After all, he’s one of the people you’ll be accompanied on your first journey, the other one being March 7th. You’ve never met these people but you trust Himeko’s judgment, after all, she’s the one who paired you with them. The only piece of information she gave you about them is that “You’ll have fun,” which excites you but also worries you, but you push that away for now. “Thank you, Pom-Pom, I’ll be mindful of that.” You smile before bidding Pom-Pom goodbye, they wave back telling you to follow the rules. You make your way toward the cabins, locating yours fairly quickly. You settle in nicely. You feel a bit lethargic already but the enthusiasm of finally being on the Astral Express keeps you from getting a shut-eye. Rather, you decide to explore different parts of the Express. Freshening up quickly you venture out of your cabin, taking in the sites of the surroundings around you. The view of the vast shimmering galaxy almost bought you to tears. You’ve finally reached your goal. You’re a Trailblazer now. After working meticulously for years and honing your skills, you’ve achieved your aim and you couldn’t be happier. Walking around for a bit more, observing the decor around you, you head for the main compartment, and as soon as you descend down the stairs you’re greeted by a cheerful voice. “Hello! You must be our new companion, I’m March 7th!” The girl with bright pink hair and blue tips introduces herself and her cheerful demeanor brings about a smile on your face. “Hello, March, it’s lovely to meet you.” You say, holding out your hand for her to shake and she does so with enthusiasm. “So you’re coming with us, huh? Are you ready for some fun?” She asks with a wide grin on her face, clasping her hands to the front, and it makes you feel at ease. “Born ready, I’ve been waiting for this.” You reply, patting your prized polearm, a proud smirk on your lips. March nods in response, and suddenly she takes out her camera. “I have some pictures—wait have you met Dan Heng yet?” She asks, pausing her original question. “Oh no, not yet, I think he’s in the archives, Pom-Pom told me,” You respond and March lets out a sigh. “He’s always coped in there. How about you go introduce yourself to him?” She suggests and you think it over for a moment…you don’t really know what this Dan Heng character is like so you feel slightly nervous, but ready to meet him nonetheless. “Sure, I’ll see you after then?” You say, smiling warmly at her, and she nods back with eagerness. “Come back soon! I’ve got awesome pictures to show you!” March shouts as you leave for the archives room, you wave back, giving her an affirmative nod. You knock on the door of the archives room, even though you don’t really need to but after Pom-Pom information about how he practically uses the place as his room you deemed it fit to knock before entering You enter, immediately met by Dan Heng’s figure standing towards the bookshelves, nose buried in documents. You clear your throat, hoping to get his attention, all you receive in turn isーwell nothing. He doesn’t turn around like you’d expect him to. “Hello, are you Dan Heng?” At the mention of his name, he turns around, and suddenly you’re met with one of the most attractive men you’ve laid eyes upon. His eyes look captivating, one of them lined with the colour red, and some of his hair fall over his forehead. “That’s me.” He curtly nods. “Do you need something from me?” You’re completely taken away by him. His cadence sounds so…enticing. His attire makes him look dashing, and of course, this Dan Heng is easy on the eyes—you can’t seem to pull away your gaze from him. You hear him clear his throat, your blatant staring as been caught red-handed. “Is there something you need?” He repeats, facing away from you, finding the carpet of the express far more interesting—Dan Heng hates how his cheeks are tinted slightly red. Your staring definitely did not go unnoticed. Your skin warms up, embarrassment flooding your veins. “Oh yes—I’m, Y/N, I’ll be accompanying you,” You answer. “I thought I’d introduce myself.” Dan Heng seems satisfied with your response, nodding in silence. “You should take a look at the data bank to familiarize yourself with the upcoming surroundings, so you know how to protect yourself…although I will be there as well to protect you,” He pauses for a second, before clearing his throat, a faint blush once more spotting his cheeks. “I’ll leave you alone for a while.” Dan Heng states, and leave the archives before you can get a word one. His behaviour startles you a bit, but you don’t pay much mind, you already pegged him as more of an introvert from the descriptions of March 7th and Pom-Pom. You seat yourself comfortably, pulling up the archives to research just as Dan Heng advised. As soon as Dan Heng leaves the room, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. He knew you. Dan Heng remembers you from his days in the IPC. You didn’t seem to recognize him and he’s thankful for that. He’s changed a lot, so he didn’t expect it either it. But he remembers you quite clearly. He saw you working diligently from the sides, always getting along with people and helping people whenever you can—him also being one of those people. You showed him kindness and he’d always appreciated it. But meeting you again was never on his agenda. He walks to the main hall of the express, seating himself on one of the couches for the jump that will commence soon, it was uncommon for him to be in the main compartment during jumps but today he had a change of heart. Soon enough, Pom-Pom made the announcement for the jump, which bought you out of the archives room as per the conductor’s orders. “Y/N, over here!” March’s cheery voice calls you over, and she quickly grips your hand dragging you over to where Dan Heng was seated and she pulls you down to sit with her. “Are you ready for your first jump, Y/N?” March inquires, “It feels weird the first time around but it’s pretty fun!” “I’m a little nervous honestly,” You answer honestly, lips curving into a timid smile. You’ve been preparing yourself yet, of course, fearful thoughts reside. It’s your first trailblazing expedition after all. “You’ll be okay, as long as you hold onto something since it’s your first time, I assure you. How about you hold Dan Heng’s hand? I’m sure he’ll help out a fellow partner right?” March suggests, a broad wicked grin on her face. You can’t tell if it’s you she’s messing with you or Dan Heng—you audibly hear him heave a sigh. You shake your head at March, her smile matching that of a Cheshire cat, while you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “Oh no, that won’t be necessary I’ll be fine—” “You can hold onto my hand if you feel comfortable. I do not mind.” Dan Heng’s answer leaves you both flabbergasted. March’s mouth falls open but she recovers quickly, her lips stretching into a teasing smile once more. “Well, then I’ll leave you alone!” March leaves without explanation and you’re about to call for her to ask where she’s going but Dan Heng answers for you. “She does this every time. Trying to stand throughout the jump, trying not to fall.” You simply nod, not knowing how to respond, you’re embarrassed to say anything simply put. March’s suggestion and Dan Heng’s agreement put you in the spot. “Would you like to hold onto my hand? If you feel comfortable, of course.” Dan Heng shocks you once more by holding out his hand for you. His cheeks have a rosy tint, the dark eyes not meeting yours. Well…he is cute, isn’t he? Nothing wrong with holding a cute guy’s hand, right? Boldness overcomes you, and you slip your hand into Dan Heng’s. He’s startled, his blush darkening, the tops of his ear matching his crimson cheeks, he didn’t actually expect you to do it, even though he offered. “Thanks, Dan Heng, I feel protected already.” You express, tone flirtatious, a lingering smirk on the corners of your lips. Dan Heng nods, tearing his gaze away from your face—definitely to hide his flustered self. His hands are rough, but they’ve also got a certain softness to them. Despite being calloused, his hand looks delicate. It feels good. Your hand intertwined with his feels lovely. Dan Heng’s thoughts aren’t far from yours—he’s never felt such things before, holding your hand…it wasn’t what he expected. He feels at ease as your hand rests in his. Only a few moments later Pom-Pom’s voice blares through as they announce the jump, as they count down. You see March steel herself, chanting some sort of mantra that sounds something along the lines of, “I won’t fall over,” on repeat. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll be alright,” Dan Heng’s voice suddenly rings in your ears, he’s closer to you than before, his husky yet gentle voice whispering in your ear. “Thank you.” You express your gratitude in the form of a smile. Dan Heng returns it with a tender smile of his own. Pom-Pom’s countdown finishes and you’re about to be sucked into the vortex, grip tight on Heng’s hand. “You’ll be alright, just hold on to me.” That’s the last thing you hear before the jump, before the start of your new journey and endless memories. With your newfound companions and the one that’ll occupy your mind for a long time—Dan Heng. Yeah, you’ll be alright.

Today is a beautiful day

['Luna_guna13']

Explicit

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Gepard/Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail)

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail), Serval (Honkai: Star Rail)

Jing Yuan is a tease, Geppie is a lil Meow meow, Nicknames, Top Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail), Bottom Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

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['BloodyApple', 'EvilYogurt', 'Day_Night00', 'Ghostie13', 'RC1900', 'Yselenica', 'Paramnesia_Amity', 'Scarlet_Violet', 'Erogodiel', 'Verzy', 'Kalypso_Fox', 'Kittenfanner', 'EveryNightmare', 'chocobuub', 'spicycmks', 'FangirlingThroughTheNight', 'Semiseko', 'Cielodivongola', 'Wh0re4or', 'SomeoneDaGurl', 'whathashappenedhere', 'aliaes', 'Larissa1508', 'gnfs_ingot', 'NarratorMaiden', 'ace_Space_very', 'DrowningDevil', 'AkiLuv', 'Rosanette', 'TOCKOske', 'Airuxul', 'Saisan', 'Korty40', 'ShadowDragon9750', 'MostlyxInfinite', 'LittleBoxFox', 'vluepng', 'MitsuyaHaitani', 'nxnz', '5unny_deez', 'Gummy_smlie', '1xii', 'z_nerd', 'peppermintk', 'my_heart_is_a_gh0st_t0wn', 'bunnyhuynh', 'BakaBakaGo', 'Coconutstarsss', 'Spectacular_Geek_27', 'GlisteningRedEyes']

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"Wah! Geppie look at all of the architecture here, isn't it amazing?!" Serval yelled out, curiously tapping her foot into a pond filled with flowers. "They are so pretty and pink! Belobog doesn't have such flora..." She finished with a pout - some local civilians already glaring at the sight. "A-and the people are so interesting, don't you think?" Causing Gepard to sigh, apologetically smiling at the unfortunate individuals who had to witness this mess. "Onee-san, we are on official ground here - this is not some trivial vacation."  "Hah?! Come on Geppie! This is an entirely new place for us! We've never even imagined leaving Belobog - or ever even considered the idea of working!" Serval whined - shaking her brother with a cry. "It's all thanks to the Trailblazers for opening this opportunity for us - and the people of Belobog! Shouldn't we at least show some gratitude?!" With a final sigh, Gepard freed himself of the unnecessarily harsh grip and cleared his voice. "Only you would express gratitude by going on a vacation, Onee-san." But alas, his sister never quite cared for formalities or proper manners. Instead of presenting Belobog as esteemed visitors in search of an allianc....she pulled her brother along the multiple street shops and pointed at every single item with awe. "Look? Look, brother! Isn't that fish so cute?! I should bring a present back for Lynx..." "Oh my, that looks so delicious - we have to try!" "O-onee-san, i don't think they use the same currency-" "Ehh? Oh my, what is this, it looks so odd!-"   Somehow, he didn't know how- but somehow he managed to escape his sister's never-ending curiosity and found a quiet spot to sit at. It's not like he didn't like being together with her, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Yet... Sometimes, he couldn't quite handle all of the energy. Especially in a new place, no more like planet-  he corrected himself. The mere thought of a ship of this size, floating around in the stars was absolutely mind-altering! Though he supposed, there were still many things he ought to learn after the trailblazer's help. The Supreme Guardian Bronya exclaimed that Belobog will strive for the betterment of its current predicament, which includes searching for any potential allies in hopes of a mutual support system. And as the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, it was only logical that he would be one of the main presenters of their home. Yet, Gepard wasn't quite sure on what to do in a completely foreign site. Not only were the citizens of the Xianzhou Luofu a completely different species, well most of the time, they also owned their own set of goals and interests. He wasn't quite sure if Belobog offered anything they sought, yet it would be shameful not to try. After all, they successfully managed to communicate with the Flagship and were allowed entrance. The Xianzhou Luofu even went so far as to offer them a ship, which of course, eased many aspects of their travel.  It was his duty to at least-   "Oh? All alone on this beautiful day?" A deep, yet silky voice exclaimed behind him. It  startled  him of course, though his impassive exterior showed none of it. With a turn of his head, Gepard stared at the interrupter of his thoughts and found himself looking up. ...How very rare, he usually was taller than the majority of people. "I do apologize, I didn't mean to disturb your peace and silence." Gepard didn't know what he expected, yet golden eyes were not part of it. The man was tall, very tall, and broad.  A soldier. Was the first thing which came to his mind, especially because his outfit resembled those of the guards. Yet his hair was very unruly - an odd color of grey, though it didn't look bad. It resembled more the hair of a proud animal - showcasing his assets. His outfit was weaved out of distinctly expensive material, deep red adorning some patches of it. Pride. Yeah, that's what the man resembled to him. Though the man's posture was calm and collected, one could feel the aura of sheer strength behind it. This man was...dangerous. That was clear to him, he felt the same shivers running down his spine whenever he met any of the lethal monsters roaming the icy wastelands of his home. But instead of bloodlust or agony, this man...simply granted him a smile. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" "O-Oh...yeah." Gepard finally managed to stutter out. Only now did he notice his own rudeness and utter disrespect for never acknowledging or replying to the man. 'Damnit, Gepard! You are here on official business-!'  Right, he couldn't present his country like this! Especially not to someone who most likely owned a high status!   So with a cough, he cleared his throat and bowed, the usual perfect posture of the Captain of the Silvermane Guards returning.   "I must apologize for my earlier informalities! I didn't mean to ignore any of your earlier advances. I am Gepard Landau, the Captain of the Silvermane Guards from Belobog, I am most certainly pleased to meet you."   He expected a formal introduction back, just how it had always been - but... Instead, the man laughed...? Strong arms crossed each other as the man laughed freely, utter enjoyment filling his voice? 'Did I do something wrong..?'  Thinking of any possible word that might have offended or sounded odd, Gepard stared at the floor in confusion. Surely he didn't word it oddly? He had always introduced himself in such a way and no person ever found it amusing. Mayhaps it wasn't part of their respected culture? True, what might be normal on their planet, might be odd or even misleading here, he had to apologize at once-   "How adorable..!" The taller man finished, smiling to himself as he tilted his head to the side. "Adorable...?" Gepard repeated. "I do apologize, but I fail to see how my words resembled any form of cuteness-" "None of your words did." The other replied, his handsome face calmy eyeing him with a light smirk. Though it was held so lazily, Gepard feared the man might fall asleep... "Then what exactly are you referring to, if I may ask?"   With a deep hum, the man closed his eyes. " You, of course." Me...? The answer was so confusing, Gepard had no idea how to continue the conversation. As a noble, he was indeed practiced in the arts of literature and writing, yet this...made no sense to him. How was he adorable? He had made no attempts on trying to act sweet, nor was he  physically sweet. ...Not that he wished to be eaten of course. So the term couldn't be applied to him. Yet the man said it - mayhaps they referred to the word in a different sense? Mayhaps it was meant in a hypothetical or theoretical sense? "I...don't quite understand what you're trying to say." He finally said - deciding that being brutally honest and upfront would be the best course of action. 'Honesty is the best policy!' As  Serval would always chirp out ...though the more he thought about it, the more he realized how ironic it was.   "Hm, no matter my sweet, feline." 'Feline?!' A cursed burning sensation warmed his cheeks and by the Supreme Guardian, Gepard hoped it wasn't too obvious! B-but feline?! Why would the man address him in such a way? Especially with such an informal undertone?! "I-I, please refrain from calling me that." The Captain awkwardly choked out, pressing his metal arm against the burning skin of his cheeks. It was an absolutely pathetic move, but he must say - he's more used to a colder environment, and together with this... embarrassing conversation he couldn't help himself! Though, despite his obvious discomfort the other merely tilted his head in amusement. "Oh? But didn't you tell me your name was Gepard...? It's referencing a feline animal, no?" "W-well that may be true, yet that's no reason to-..." He helplessly stammered out. 'To act so informally!'  He wanted to yell out - yet the more he stared into those golden - well, only  one  eye, the more helpless he felt!   He felt like pathetic prey!   The other man hadn't made a single aggressive or harmful move, yet Gepard wanted no more but to set his shield up and defend himself! It was so very...odd.   "Hmph, alright - enough playing around, let's go to my place, hm?"  "T-to your place?!"  He really wished his voice hadn't cracked at that moment.   And only now, did the other man show at least some form of seriousness. "Indeed, you contacted the Xianzhou Luofu in hopes of achieving a mutually beneficial alliance, right?"   And that was the very moment when Gepard Landau felt like an utter idiot. Right, the mission.  The mission was to look for the General of the Ship and discuss the contract of said Alliance. A contract that could help the people of Belobog incredibly.   And yet, he was standing there like a complete fool, feet apart and stance defensive - waiting for the man to attack. He... Goodness. On their way to Xianzhou Luofu, he had repeated and planned the dialogue a hundred - no, a thousand of times! Figuring out multiple questions and replies, rejections and agreements the other party could express, and now...   He was standing before...what could only be... "A-Are you, General Jing Yuan?"   And with simply two words, the man utterly destroyed Gepard's being.   "I am."   ----   Right, Gepard had never thought himself as particularly lucky or blessed - nor someone who was followed by misfortune wherever they went.   But, just how in the world did he find himself completely naked on top of some half-lion, half-human's lap? "No zoning out, my sweet kitten." A hand gripped his chin as he was forced into another kiss - the alcohol in his system weakening him immensely. At least, he hoped it was the alcohol... The General was rather rough in his demands, yet gentle enough not to actually harm Gepard - merely leaving a few bruises and hickeys on his path of kissing and exploring every inch of pale skin. "So pretty..." He whispered against the slender neck. It was embarrassing how nicely Gepard fit into the man's lap, it wasn't like he was particularly small or slender! Years of training prohibited that! Yet...he might as well be against this...man. Or beast? "What did I say about zoning out my little kitty?" Jing Yuan growled against the skin, flipping them over so that Gepard was on his knees - the velvet fabric of the overly-sized bed caressing as diligently as the man behind him. "W-why must you insist on these cursed nicknames...?" He choked out, burying his heated face into the mattress as Jing Yuan began groping his thighs and ass. "Because they fit you perfectly." In what universe..?! Though, Gepard couldn't ponder the use much longer as cool liquid dribbled over his skin. "Shh, it's just a bit of oil so it doesn't hurt." Yet the reassurance didn't stop his thighs from shaking. Should he tell him that this was his first time? Not only with a man, b-but in general! But didn't that make him look...uncool?   A coated finger began rubbing circles by his entrance, causing him to instinctively move his hips away. "Oh?" He heard Jing Yuan exclaim before him. "M-my apologies, I just wasn't prepared..." Gepard quickly stammered, hesitantly going back to his position and shakingly awaiting any form of touch...   Though, it never came. Instead, his position was flopped once more, causing him to stare at the General with wide eyes. 'D-did I say something wrong..?' The bigger man didn't show any sign of disgust or annoyance though... Rather, he sighed before smiling to himself.   "You should have told me." The deep voice drummed. And with a gentle kiss to the head, Jing Yuan captured the already swollen lips and began rubbing hoops into Gepard's inner thigh. Rough fingers  began massaging the flesh with utmost vigilance - forcing the poor human into a weak, quivering puddle.   'He's not even doing much...!'   And yet Gepard felt already finished, his blushing dick was pressed against his belly - begging for any form of release as Jing Yuan teasingly caressed the region. It was entirely red, just like his face. Though, thankfully enough, the older man never saw a reason to mention it. And finally, mercy was granted as the General began to slowly pump the organ - never stopping with the breathtaking kisses either. "J-Jing....Y-yuan..." The blonde whined through them. A certain pressure began building up his lower belly as the man continued to pump his sensitive flesh, the scented oil adding a certain stimulus to the action. 'T-this feels ridiculously good!'  He thought with a heavy heave of his chest.   And with one cry, white strands coated Gepard's belly as Jing Yuan continuously pumped through the orgasm, utterly overstimulating the poor mess in his arms. 'T-too much! ' "S-stop-!" Gepard cried out, attempting to push away the man - yet the grip around him only toughened. Forcing  the sweet blonde to stay still and accept anything the man gave him.   'T-this-'  Tears trailed down his cheeks as final spurts pathetically sullied the mattress, his vision fading away for a second as stars decorated the ceiling. "Heh, what an absolutely beautiful sight." The man above him whispered, a rough tongue licking salty tears away.   Though  Gepard barely heard him, the blood pumping in his ears deafening any sound but his own breathing. Did...he really just get a hand-job from the guy he was supposed to pursue? W-what if word got out to Supreme Guardian Bronya?! Or even worse...his sister.   But, the merciful blessing of rest was only granted to him for a second.   "Time for the main event, dear."    Gepard barely comprehended those words, before a finger already sneaked into his hole.    ----   "Uwehhh!! Geppie, I can't believe you actually managed to pursue that scary General!" Serval yelled - stuffing her mouth with some local sweets from the markets. "Y-yeah..." He replied, crossing his arms as he leaned on Serval's guitar case as much as he could. An aching pain fighting up his lower back... "I've never would have been able to do that man, like he's totally scary, he may act all sleepy and all that but as soon as I saw him - I almost ran!" With a mere hum, he replied to her - attempting to shift the weight on his legs, figuring out what position hurt the least. 'M-Maybe I should sit down...?' Though, the combination of no sleep, extreme soreness around his behind, and the knowledge of hickeys barely being covered up by hasty makeup, made him feel extremely uneasy. 'What if Serval manages to find out..?'   He would never hear the end of it! Especially because he never had a girlfriend or anything like that...a-and immediately skipping to having sex...with someone like that was just unthinkable!     "...Ne, ne, Geppie - today in the morning you were limping pretty badly when you thought I wasn't looking..."   'By the Gods!-'

when i'm falling behind (i pretend that im fine)

['solariace']

General Audiences

F/F, F/M, Multi

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Danheng/March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Sickfic, Fluff, Pre-Relationship, its been a while since ive written so excuse the choppy storyline, also no one talks abt how stelle literally got stabbed so hard so im here to fix that o7, trailblazer trio my beloved, mostly dang heng x stelle tbh but i tried, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I'm Bad At Summaries, I Tried

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

2,780

1/1

13

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['Ratoelo', 'Panakes', 'forbidmelord', 'Alder_Dvil', 'Tallyelf4', 'AmuUnfortunate', 'Aimming3', '404_ghosted', 'patrichor', 'garbageshedinja', 'Sirimy2', 'randomness40', 'LunathePyro', 'rainbuckets', 'Wonderful_Watergrove', 'RiversideSlope', 'Mistlight', 'LC7ALlizen', 'sunscares', 'Jubby1905', 'NeoJayden', 'Well_okay_then', 'Soul_Jocker', 'Iridescent_Cat', 'Trainrider', 'SunSlash', 'wingofdragon', 'Azriahn', 'Cheesepuffthemusical', 'BeanusBingus', 'AmethystBeechInWinter', 'Bulbasaurtheexplorer', 'Alienwithlemongum', 'logros13', 'Dizzy_Tine', 'jinnie_cutie', 'SkyRaptorian', 'captinartemis', 'MightWastedOnTheMighty', 'nunkiiii', 'I_like_yr_fic', 'alltimehoe', 'LupaAltrecation', 'YungLink', 'Wyszard', 'Sr_PringleProngle', 'Wolf_Of_The_West', 'torimorichorsalette', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'Red_06']

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They had done it. The Stellaron on Jarilo-VI was finally sealed away. Stelle let out a small sigh of relief as they headed back to Boulder Town, until suddenly feeling a sharp pain spread throughout her stomach. She staggered back slightly, the action going unnoticed by most in their group except for the ever perceptive Dan Heng. By the look on his face, she knew she wouldn’t get out of the questions he was sure to ask once out of eyesight from everyone else. But for now, she was happy to listen to March 7th’s ramblings and the quiet conversations surrounding her. With every step the pain became worse and worse and it wouldn’t be hard to believe if she’d started to gain a limp from the way her right leg was suspiciously heavier than her left. Small, but not too noticeable. At least she hoped. They met with the soldiers at the gate entrance, pointing out the obvious lack of the Landau siblings, where they were assured that both were safe and back in the city. “Oh!” March 7th suddenly called out, a look of both regret and guilt flashing in her eyes. Stelle cocked her head to the side. “What is it?” March 7th let out a small chuckle, her right hand moving to the camera placed on the hip of her dress. “I forgot to take a picture of the Stellaron for Serval…” She looks up sheepishly at Dan Heng and Stelle. “Do you think she’d mind?” “Probably. You did promise her that you would.” Stelle mused, a small teasing smile on her face. March 7th let out a noise akin to a wounded animal and sported a pout as they continued walking the path back. “If you’re that broken up about it, I’m sure Himeko and Mr. Yang would let you snap one before they seal it off permanently on the Express.” Dan Heng said after a while. Instantly March 7th looked up at him with pure glee and a bright smile on her face. “Really?!” Dan Heng nodded with the faintest smile as the brightly colored girl let out a yell of happiness. Stelle chuckled, wincing slightly at the pain shooting in her stomach as she did. Dan Heng’s eyes trailed to her and she gave him a shake of her head, which did nothing apparently as he narrowed his eyes at her. — Stelle was glad to be back in Boulder Town, sure it wasn’t as grand or as open as Belobog but it had a sense of homeliness to it. Plus the people were uh… friendlier in a sense? She didn’t dwell on the detail too much as they approached Natasha and Oleg, giving them the good news. To say the two were relieved would be an understatement as the news that the new Supreme Guardian was finally opening the barrier between the Overworld and the Underworld. As the two Wildfire leaders left to inform the rest of the Underworlders, Dan Heng took both Stelle and March 7th by the arms and pulled them to the side of the clinic. “Hey! What was that for? You could’ve just asked.” March 7th exclaimed, looking at Dan Heng with an irritated look. The man didn’t seem phased by the shorter girl as he looked towards Stelle, eyes narrowed and looking her up and down. “You’re hurt. I can see it.” His gaze unnerving as he stared at the newest trailblazer. March 7th let out a startled sound as she turned, hands immediately (and almost frantically) moving up and down her body before reaching her stomach area, where she let out a non-discrete hiss. “You got stabbed pretty fatally back there before you reappeared… though it doesn't make much sense that Qlipoth neglected to take care of your injuries, though it’s a miracle you’re still standing with all things considered.” Dan Heng rattled on, moving closer to Stelle as he lay a hand just above her stomach. Stelle shrugs, resisting the urge to slap her teammates hands away from her as she speaks. “It doesn’t hurt that much anyways. We should go tell the miners about the news.” As she moves, Dan Heng catches her wrist, holding it tight, preventing her from going further. “First we need to take care of your injuries.” “I’m fine, Dan Heng, we can take care of it after.” Stelle tries to pull away but the man’s grasp is tight and unmoving. From the back, March 7th clears her voice as she speaks up with a determined look. “I agree with Dan Heng, we don’t know how bad the wound is. It’s better safe than sorry after all.” Stelle still looks to disagree, giving one last tug before sighing. “Natasha isn’t here anyways, there’s no need. As long as it doesn’t hurt too much and I’m still standing, I can go.” She spoke as an ultimatum. The two older trailblazers looked towards each other before Dan Heng shakes his head and sighs, loosening his grip but not completely letting go of her wrist. “Fine. But the second either of us sees you struggle, we’re immediately detouring back to the clinic.” Stelle went to argue before an arm intertwined with hers and the smiling face of March 7th greets her as she turns her head. “Come on Stelle, this is the best compromise after all.” March says, using her other hand to pat the taller girl’s arm. Stelle pondered for a moment before sighing. “Alright, but you don’t have to help me walk.” Dan Heng just shrugs as he leads the trio into the mines, weaving through the now excited crowds of people as March 7th excitedly pulled out her camera, scrolling through all the pictures she took throughout their time in Belobog (Stelle chuckled at a particular one of her posing next to a trash can, stating it was her favorite, much to the dismay of March). Eventually, they entered the mines, the distinct smell of moist rock and dirt greeted them. The sight of Antonia talking to a vagrant alarmed them for a second before she had explained the situation to them. It warmed her heart that the miners and vagrants seemed so… happy and excited to be reunited to the Overworld. Seems like all the trouble they were put under was worth it in the end. Though, she had to admit, maybe coming to the mines was a bit of a mistake on her part. The dim lights and dark atmosphere made it hard for her eyes to adjust, not to mention the amount of dust and dirt she must be inhaling. Oh, and the fact that the pain in her stomach started hurting more after the long hike they had to take to get there. That should probably have been her first priority… Her worries were momentarily pushed aside as they waved goodbye to the miners and vagrants, just in time for a new message from Mr. Yang to be sent to their phones. Huh… Even after all that trouble, the Stellaron would still have a significant amount of impact on Jarilo-VI. And here she thought that everything would vanish away as if some dark magic was at play. As the trio walked out of the mines, making small talk (and both Dan Heng and March 7th checking on Stelle’s condition, which she assured them that she felt completely fine (she was lying)), they spotted a group of robots making their way closer and closer to them. March 7th sighed, her bow at the ready in her hand. “And to think after all that fighting, we’d catch a break… Maybe you should sit this one out Ste-”. Her sentence would go unfinished as the gray-haired girl charged forwards, slamming her bat into the side of one of the robots. “Hey! Be careful!” Within no time, the trio finished off the robots one by one. They stood over the broken remains of the group, panting as they regained their energy. “Whoo! That was a tough one.” March 7th said as she wiped the sweat off her brow. She turned to Dan Heng and smiled back at him when he simply nodded, though her brows furrowed as she caught sight of Stelle, dangerously swaying back and forth and suspiciously leaning heavily against her bat. “Are you alright?” She asked worriedly as she approached the taller girl, who she now noticed was breathing heavier than both her and Dan Heng. Lightly placing a hand on Stelle’s, she took note of her skin, alarmingly paler than normal and…blood? “Dan Heng! She’s bleeding!” At the shout, Dan Heng rushed over to the two girls, looking down and grimacing as the shirt that Stelle wore bore a large patch of new blood. He tsked as he pressed a gloved hand to her forehead. “And she has a fever as well.” “Seriously? I told you we should’ve just sat by the clinic!” March 7th scolded Stelle, who could only give a half hearted smile before stopping, her eyes drooping and her grip on her bat becoming weaker and weaker by the second. “Hey Dan Heng?” Stelle said, her voice weak and breathy. Said man looked up from his phone where he was texting both Natasha and Himeko about Stelle’s situation. “Is something the matter?” His voice now seemingly more urgent and worried. “Catch me.” Was all she said before her grip failed, sending her plummeting to the ground. The shriek of terror from March and the uncharacteristic string of curse words that left Dan Heng’s mouth were all she last heard before succumbing into slumber. — What she expected to awake to was the cold, hard ground hitting her face first, or if she was lucky, one of the beds in Natasha’s clinic. To her surprise, the bed she laid in was soft and pillowy, and extremely comfy. Stelle stirred, but didn’t open her eyes as the sound of muffled conversation made its way to her. “-took quite a tumble. Natasha said she’s to be on bedrest for the foreseeable future, or at least until her injuries heal enough to not cause more damage than they have already. I’m sure I can leave her in your care?” Mr. Yang’s voice rang through the room. “You can count on us! Right Dan Heng?” March 7th exclaimed, oddly cheerful. “Of course, Mr. Yang.” Came his reply. “Good. One of you come find us once she wakes up, Natasha said she wanted one more check-up with her.” She thinks they nodded as the door to the room opened and closed. Footsteps made their way closer and closer to the bed that she was on. A hand placed itself on her forehead and Stelle barely managed to stop herself from flinching at the sudden movement. The hand lingered on her forehead before making its way into her hair, carding through it carefully, seemingly to not wake her if she were to be actually asleep. Which she wasn’t of course, if she was, she wouldn’t be having this internal dialogue. She heard March 7th sigh before the hand in her hair stopped moving. “When do you think she’s going to wake up? She’s been out of it for a while.” Dan Heng looked down at the sleeping girl, a gentle frown placed on his face. “I’m not sure. Could be a few minutes or even days.” He reached out and let his hand wander close to her face, for a second moving to retract it before finally allowing it to rest on her cheek, rubbing soothing motions with his thumb. March 7th giggled. “I’ve never seen you this gentle with anyone, or anything for that matter. Are you going soft on us Dan Heng?” She ended with a fond smile, looking at the boy who now sported a blush but made no attempt to move his hand. “I have no idea what you’re talking about March.” She giggled again. Continuing her movements, she brushed a few stray hairs out of Stelle’s face. “Come on~ You can admit it Dan Heng, there’s no shame in saying you have feelings for our new trailblazer here, now is there?” Dan Heng let out a huff. “I do not have feelings for her.” March 7th raised an eyebrow and a smirk made its way across her face. “Mhm, and you weren’t the same person who carried her through Boulder Town, screaming for Natasha to help her.” Dan Heng blushed again, looking to glare at March 7th. “You can’t use that against me, not when you were sobbing behind me.” Now it was March’s turn to blush as she threw a pillow at Dan Heng. “Hey! At least I’m not denying it! And you would’ve too if you were me!” The male trailblazer merely shrugged as his gaze drifted back to the unconscious girl, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked on. More muffled conversation surrounded Stelle, her mind suddenly even more tired as she drifted off into darkness once again, this time surrounded by both her companions idle gossip. — This time as Stelle awoke, she didn’t bother to keep her eyes shut as a loud yawn escaped her lips. Slowly opening her eyes, she squinted, not used to the bright lights of the room around her. Rubbing her eyelids in an attempt to wake herself up further, she opened her eyes fully, a multitude of colors greeting her as she did. Huh. She was in March 7th’s room, unless the couch in the Parlor car had suddenly gained new wallpaper while they were gone. Really, she should’ve known it was March’s room since Dan Heng slept on the floor of his own room, and well, she didn’t really have her own room on the Express. Before Stelle could think of anything else, the doors opened. Dan Heng stood to the right of March 7th as she chatted away, both trailblazers not realizing the third was awake and very much staring at them. Stelle wondered how long it would take for either of them to realize. Apparently, not that long. As soon as she finished that thought, March 7th turned her head into the room, her eyes lighting up in happiness as she barely shouted Stelle’s name before bounding on the bed and all but tackling her further into the bed, her arms wrapping around Stelle’s shoulders, squeezing them with all her might. Stelle felt as if the wind was knocked out of her as March collided into her, but after a few short breaths, she wrapped an arm around March 7th’s back, albeit slightly weaker than she normally would and started rubbing back and forth in soothing motions. “There, there.” March 7th looked up at her, tears threatening to spill. “You really had us worried Stelle!” The young trailblazer chuckled and winced. “Sorry. I guess I couldn’t handle it much after all.” “You can say that again.” Dan Heng piped up, still leaning against the door. Stelle raised an eyebrow at him before patting an empty spot on the bed next to her. Dan Heng eyed the spot and the now awake girl before sighing and striding towards March’s bed, sitting next to her. “...March is right, you did have us worried back there. We weren’t sure if you were going to make it.” He said, this time his voice quieter and lower than it usually was. Stelle looked at him and moved her hand to intertwine with his, giving it a light squeeze. “You should’ve seen him, Stelle!” March 7th exclaimed, now moving back away from the gray haired girl as she stood. “He was so worried, I’ve never seen him like that before!” Dan Heng cleared his throat, a light blush now dusting his cheeks. “I think that’s enough March.” “No, no! She needs to know!” March 7th glared at Dan Heng before refocusing her attention back to Stelle. “He was crazy! Just zipping through corridors and hidden passageways like he knew the place, I could barely keep up!” She exclaimed, moving to flop on the bed once again, this time her head landing on Stelle’s legs. She chuckled, carding her hand through March’s hair as she looked at Dan Heng, giving him a smile mixed with a smirk as she squeezed the hand she was holding. “You were worried about me?” She said in a teasing tone. The blush darkened considerably as Dan Heng stood, quickly striding over to the door. “I’ll go call Natasha, she wants to do another check up on you.” He swiftly left. The room stayed silent before March 7th burst out laughing. “Do you want to know more of the details?” “Oh, you bet I do.”

intertwined fate

['flixlit']

Not Rated

Gen

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Kafka & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus & Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko & Welt (Honkai: Star Rail), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Minor Asta & Arlan (Honkai: Star Rail)

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang, Asta (Honkai: Star Rail), Herta (Honkai: Star Rail)

Mentioned Arlan (Honkai: Star Rail), Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kafka is Soft for Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Author Is Sleep Deprived, Out of Character, ish? let me know, no beta we die like (SPOILERS FOR BELOBOG)

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

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Herta was seen with Asta, reviewing the cameras of the ship. The Astral Express Crew just came back for a visit again, and it seems that Herta Space Station is in trouble-- yet again. As the five approached, they saw static on a few screens, but most of them still operated. Dan Heng crossed his arms and looked over to the group, observing their expressions. Herta and Asta turned around to face the group. “We meet again, Astral Express Crew,” Herta placed her hands on her hips, joints making a smooth wood sound, “As you can see, we’re identifying yet another intruding.” Under her breath, she added, “Gee, I wonder what’s up with these random encounters.” Caelus shrugged. “Perhaps it's for some plot.” “Eh. Well whatever it is, it’s pretty annoying. I have other things to deal with besides some scumbag.” Asta crossed her arms and sighed. “Arlan is out patrolling right now. I didn’t send him on it, but he insisted after hearing about it. I couldn’t convince him otherwise.” “Let me guess,” March deadpanned, “We need to find them and throw them overboard?” Asta nodded with a guilty smile. “Sorry for loading all of this on you after you got back from Jarilo-VI.” “Don’t worry. Our young people can handle the situation,” Himeko sincerely smiled back, just to reassure her.  Welt sighed into his palm as he shifted his weight on his cane. “Why are we unloading all of our problems onto teenagers? This is irresponsible of us.” Dan Heng shook his head. “It’s alright. We’ll handle this.” “Thank you.” Asta bowed abruptly, “Oh—and if you find him, please bring Arlan back.” Caelus nodded. “Gotcha.” “Mission: Find this intruder on the ship and take them down!” March said in a deep-pitched as she punched her fists together. Himeko smiled, “I’ll leave you to it.”   ☆彡   Another door, another control panel. Another door, another control panel. Another door— “This is taking forever, are we even chasing this- this non-existent person?!” March whined loudly, “Plus my feet hurt.” Dan Heng glared at her. “Unless you want to be the one pursued, I suggest we keep moving.” “We can take a break, I can keep watch.” Caelus offered. “Yes! Thank you, Caelus! My savior—“ “Hold on,” Dan Heng held a hand up, “I haven’t agreed yet.” “Majority wins.” Caelus shrugged. Dan Heng stared at the both of them blankly. Then after a minute or so, he sighed and went to sit on floor, leaning his back against the wall. March eagerly joined him, slumping onto the cold floor. “Alright. I’ll start.” Caelus waved, “See you both in a bit.” Dan Heng grunted in reply and March waved back. “See ya! Stay safe—!” Caelus nodded. He left the duo and opened yet another door. As per usual during the search, it was quiet in the hallways. The only sounds that he could here is his soles tapping the ground and the whirring of the ship. There’s this sense of foreboding though… It’s like a strong perfume. Pleasant at first, but over time, it gets overwhelmingly uncomfortable.  Then suddenly it’s quiet. Too quiet. … ….. Caelus reached for his bat when suddenly around the corner, a dark ruby figure peeked out, a contrast to the white, shiny walls. “Hey,” The woman perked into sight, “Miss me?” Caelus widened his eyes before switching his stance to a defensive position. “Kafka.” “Why do you say my name with such disdain?” She rounds the corner, sliding her fingers on the white edge. He can’t lower his guard now. Is there a way to contact Dan Heng and March? “I know what you’ve done. They told me about you, Stellaron Hunter.” “Awh, that’s too bad. And here I thought you were happy to see me. Elio let me make this shift in his foresight, so thank me for coming at a later notice.” Kafka smiled. Caelus tried to back away, to make a distance from him and her, but she kept approaching. He needs to shout, yell out a warning— Kafka’s hand left the walls and now they swung beside her as she neared. “If you’re trying to tattle on me, then I suggest you think twice. I’d like to have a little chat with you.” “Dan Heng! Mar--” A cloth covered his mouth, his nose. Breathing in the substance, his mind started to swirl almost immediately. The cloth was then removed from his face after a minute. His knees buckled and he fell onto the floor. Black splotches danced his vision as he laid there, prone. Kafka leaned in where she was standing, close enough for Caelus to hear what she was saying. “Huh. The chloroform was much more stronger than intended... Sincerest apologies, Caelus.” His limbs felt numb. Paresthesia pricked at his legs and his forearms. Caelus was lifted into arms, Kafka’s arms. Distantly, he heard a door open and the pitches of Dan Heng’s and March’s voices. But, all sound faded away. His head lolled towards Kafka, and for some odd reason, her arms felt warmer than before.   ☆彡   “Caelus! Darn you Stellaron Hunters!” March angrily sprinted behind Dan Heng, her frustration giving way to adrenaline. “For once, I actually agree with you.” Dan Heng said, breathless, “But lets focus on our friend.” Up ahead, Kafka held Caelus close with her pace growing unbelievably faster. “You young people sure know how to keep up a chase.” “We’re Trailblazers! Not just some ‘young people’!” March spat. Kafka nodded in amusment and shot down some obstacles. March and Dan Heng being March and Dan Heng, avoided the debris. Humming to herself, Kafka shot in random directions, the bullets reflecting from the walls. A bullet pierced March’s cheek and knee, but she kept pursuing. “You won’t get away with him, Kafka.” Dan Heng lunged his spear towards the side wall in front of, blocking  Kafka smiled as she turned a sharp corner, eyeing a level above her. She diligently jumped up the story and ran to who-knows-where. The duo ran up the stairs, but lost sight Kafka. March stomped on the floor. “Ugh! Dan Heng— Caelus, he—” “Don’t worry. I think I might have an inkling of where she might’ve gone.” Dan Heng gestured to her. “Follow me.” March followed Dan Heng into the hallways again. It felt like it was getting old, but they don’t really have anything to go by except for his hunch. They arrive at another door— surprise surprise— and above it says Gallery of Shadow . Dang Heng gestures for March to stick to the wall. He presses his ear against it— followed by March— and listens in on the conversation.   ☆彡   Caelus’ senses are first muffled when regaining consciousness. A headache throbbed at his temples as he blearily tried to pry his eyes open. There, inspecting a Curio, was Kafka. Caelus neither had the strength or energy right now to take her on, so he sat there, leaning on one of the displays. Kafka heard him shift, and she turned around to face him. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. Hope you had a wonderful sleep.” Caelus straightened himself up. “Where… Why are you here?” Kafka laughed into her palm. “That’s the first thing you ask of me when you wake up?” Caelus gritted his teeth as he searched for his bat. There it was, a few yards away. Logically speaking, he can’t reach it, but he extended an arm towards it. “Ah ah ah, no more batting me,” Kafka took Caelus by the chin and made him face her, the action surprisingly less rougher than he thought. “Stay put.” His mind was in a haze, cognition slowing down significantly. He stared into Kafka’s blank, yet endearing eyes. “Why did you leave me? Why did you create me?” Caelus blurted out. Kafka smiled at his bluntness. “It was foreseen by Elio, I was merely playing my part in it. As for why I left… One: we are Stellaron Hunters, and you have a Stellaron inside you. Two: we aren’t really good at influencing people. Letting you grow up in a positive environment has an impact on how you view things, and I certainly think you wouldn’t really like to be negative all the time.” “Where’s Dan Heng and March?” “Your friends?” She raised her brows. “They’re looking for you.” “Bring me back to them.” Caelus whisper-yelled at her. “Why would I when they’re so close? They know the place like the back of their hand. I’m pretty sure they’ve already found me.” Caelus scanned her eyes briefly before her fingers moved up to his cheeks. Kafka pressed down lightly. “ Listen :” Kafla began ominously, “You are a part of a greater plan in this little play, this show of ours. Your role is abrupt, but impactful. Every decision you make is written into stone in the universe. Be careful of what you choose, what road, path you should take.” Just like before, when he woke up for the very first time, his mind was blurry, and all thoughts of what had happened were stripped away. He listened, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes crinkling at the corners. “In the end, our paths will align. So don’t worry.” Suddenly, the door slammed open. Dan Heng and March had their weapons at the ready. “Let him go!” March shouted, ice pulsing at the tip of her arrow. Kafka looked over her shoulder, noticing the teens. She looked back, stood up from her crouched position and turned towards the teens. Caelus blinked. “Kafka, mom— wait—“ Her heart was twisted at the nickname like squeezing water out of a wet cloth. She smiled apologetically. “Again, don’t worry, child. I’ll always be here for you.” She lept past Dan Heng and March, closing the door behind her to make a swift escape. Attention immediately turning to Caelus, March ran over. That seemed to snap him out of his trance. He looked over to her. “Are you alright? She didn’t hurt you, right?” March held his arm comfortingly. “No. We just.. talked.” Dan Heng approached from behind. “What did she tell you?” “Confidential. Sorry.” “Confidential?” Dan Heng raised a brow. “Are you colluding with the Stellaron Hunters?” Caelus' expression turned baffled. “No. Of course not.” March shook her head. “We need to get back.” “Kafka got away.” Dan Heng added, “Saw her teleporting somewhere.” “Darn…” The sounds of conversation fade away in the background as Caelus emptily stared at the Curio Kafka was just staring at. He wondered blankly if he should trust her or not.   ☆彡   “…and Caelus nearly got kidnapped. The end.” March said with a slight sigh. Welt deadpanned to Himeko and she avoided his burning gaze. She cleared her throat. “That sounded eventful. Are you okay?” Caelus shrugged. “I’m fine.” “You keep saying that and the more you repeat it, the more I doubt that’s the truth.” Dan Heng crossed his arms for the nth time. “Yeah but,” Caelus shifted under his hard stare, “I’m fine, really.” “There it is again!” March pointed out (quite literally, she pointed her index finger at him). Himeko folded her hands together. “Caelus, if you really need it, you should take a rest. No venturing out for a few days until you feel better, okay?” Caelus nodded mutely. He needed to sort out his thoughts after the events that happened on  Jarilo-VI. Especially the encounter he had about an hour earlier. He closed his eyes and sighed into his palm. “Mind if I take my leave right now?” Caelus put his hand on his hip. “Sure,” Himeko jerked her head in Welt’s direction, “The old man can take you. He’s also been under the weather.” “By under the weather, you mean that I need to just stretch my legs and arms more.” Welt fixed his glasses. “And please, do not ever call me old man ever again. Spare me.” Himeko chuckled into her wrist. “Right, gotcha.” “Wait,” Caelus blinked, “What about Arlan?” “Arlan came back a while ago.” Asta suddenly spoke, being quiet and observant the whole entire time. Caelus nodded stiffly. “Well, off you go now.” Himeko waved them off. Welt started walking back to the Astral Express, Caelus silently trailing behind. He feels like he’s submerged in a fever dream with every step he takes. He has more questions than answers, but he’ll save that for whenever Kafka and he cross paths.

Steel and flesh

['AliceHasIssues (Tadaheressin)']

Explicit

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Clara/Svarog (Honkai: Star Rail)

Clara (Honkai: Star Rail), Svarog (Honkai: Star Rail)

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Breeding, Possessive Sex, Robot/Human Relationships, Body Horror, Tentacles, Blood, Size Difference, Oral Sex

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,699

1/1

23

199

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Interstellary guide: Designations. Almost all humanoid species in the universe appear to have evolved a similar mechanic to ensure successful breeding and perpetuation of the species. While the species that possess non-humanoid traits such as ears and tails possess a simple estrus cycle, others have a far more complicated set up. Humans. Humans almost universally fall under 3 archetypes after puberty. Designation: Alpha. Alphas make up roughly half of all humans. The primary traits of alphas are harsher scents, a larger frame, more easily pack on strength and enter a monthly rut. During a rut, Alpha’s virility and libido are greatly increased, as is their smell sensitivity and the amount of scent produced. Their behavior may be altered as well, rendering them emotionally volatile, possessive, and sexually aggressive. Alphas can also be detected by their sexual organ taking the form of a penis with a knot-like structure at the base and testes, regardless of standard sex. Females tend to be possessed of smaller breasts, but may still produce milk. Designation: beta, A quarter of all humans are beta’s. Originally defined as “inter-designation”, beta’s have seen record success and acceptance in the latest amber era due to activism endorsed by the ICP and furthered medical research. While still a flawed umbrella term, a beta may be possessed of any combination of traits from either designation, or none at all. Designation: Omega. The remaining two quarters of humanity or omega’s. Omega’s are identified by their capability of producing milk regardless of sex and the vaginal opening between their legs. Additionally, their scents may be sweeter and more appetizing to attract a mate. As a counterpart to alpha’s, omega’s enter a weekly heat in which they experience heightened emotional sensitivity, libido and fertility. Omega’s are so sensitive to pheromones that heat may be induced by simple proximity to a rutting alpha. Omega’s face several legal challenges, often suffering abuse should they fall into a heat in the wrong place and having their rights curtailed due to out of date sentiments. Due to the off balance ratio, packs will also form that are majority alpha and possess a few betas and omega’s, often engaging in group breeding. Svarog closed the information screen and kept the tab in a corner of his vision. Clara had been exhibiting bizarre symptoms for a period of the past few weeks, and while initially he had believed her to be ill. Any attempts to diagnose her had been unsuccessful. Eventually he reached out to the Astral Express crew, to which Welt had tutted sympathetically and directed him to their research on designations, far more advanced than that on Belobog. He now understood that she was simply presenting. While he always hoped she might be a beta, the most clear headed of designations, he was now confident she would resolve to be an alpha. Her odd clingy behavior, greater emotional range and desire to create a den that would be ideal for rearing pups. He had never examined her sexual organs, but that was irrelevant. Even unable to smell in a conventional sense he had detected notes of hot salt, snow and some form of candy in her pheromones. At the current moment she was wrapped in her nest before him as he read, sleeping fitfully with a blush on her cheeks. It would be difficult as an alpha who could never take a mate, but he would ensure every need could be met. As was his duty. She would stir a short while later, stretching in a manner that caused her night shirt to slip down her chest which he fixed. She rubbed her eyes, smearing tears all of over, them reached out for him to hand her a glass of water with grabby-hands. She drank deeply and greedily until water ran down her jaw and slender neck, creating clear patches on her shirt that he did not look at. When she finished, with a gasp and a breath, she spoke in her small voice. “Mr. Svarog, my stomach hurts.” “That is expected Clara. You are not sick, do not fret, this is normal.” He offered, and gently ran a finger through her hair, but her frown didn’t dissipate. “But I still feel all weird. I’m hot and, sticky. That’s not right.” He knew she was perfectly capable of more advanced speech, she read often compared to other teenagers of of the underground, and only reverted to more childish speech when truly distressed. “While you’re body temperature is elevated, you are not running a fever, and I do not detect a significant build up of sweat on the surface of your skin. Can you be more specific?” She chewed a lip and looked away. “Please, Clara, allow me to assist.” She sighed and seemed to steel herself, then spread her legs-oh. Under a puff of snow white curls he saw a pink hole, slick and shiny, pulsing slightly with need. She clenched, and a pearl of slick was pushed out and ran down to her ass. He simply stared. And stared. Aghast and stunned. She was an omega. His girl was an omega. “Here, Mr. Svarog. It’s, here.” And he could not look away. Puffy and soft, her clit laying hard under a hood and bobbing with every clench. “Oh. Clara.” His voice seemed oddly distorted to his own ears. To her as well, based on the look on her face. “Would you like me to help?” “P-please?” She stuttered, and he acted. A finger gliding up her slit, bigger almost than the hole itself, and working that pink clit. At first she just watched open mouthed, perhaps not expecting him to actually do so, and then she began to mewl weakly. Clutching onto his wrist with both hands and failing to have her fingers meet, rutting against his fingertip. He attempted to breach her body and she suddenly stilled“N-no! It won’t fit!” Again, and she almost squealed. “No Mr. Svarog! Stop! You’re too big!” He ceased and instead gently lay her on her back. “I am sorry Clara. Let me try something else.” And his face plate unsealed with a puff of wet smelling steam. With a sticky sound a long, flexible tongue lolled out, dripping clear liquid. She watched silently, mouth open, astonished, and flinched when it rubbed against her cheek affectionately. When he trailed it down her body, leaving a sticky path in its wake, he’d have it slip under her night shirt and wrap around a pert little breast, toying with a nipple. Every touch made her wriggle and whine, aborted little sounds that died in her throat until it reached between her legs, at which point she shrieked. “Stop! Mr. Svarog, that’s weird!” “I am trying to help Clara. Please allow me to.” And then it plunged within. Feeling her tight heat around his tongue made a sound like creaking metal emerge from his chest, deep and rumbling. He pressed it in deeper, deeper, coiling in on itself to stretch her out as much as necessary all while she wailed and begged, tears running down her pink cheeks. When he pulled away it was with a wet sucking sound that made her sob for him to put it back it. “Do not worry, Clara, I will fix it.” He said, his voice a broken mess of noise. A plate between his legs unsealed, a mass of coiling, writhing tentacles emerging and gripping onto her body, drooling whitish slick onto her skin. Tentatively she reached out and one of the tendrils wrapped around her index finger. She giggled, sitting up and sticking her hands into the mess, feeling each texture and letting the tendrils coil around her hands and wrists. “I didn’t know you had these! Does this feel good?” “Y-yes.” There was the sound of an engine purring, the tongue hanging out of his face still and occasionally twitching. When she pressed in deeper he arched and groaned, and she made a little sound. “There’s a hole! Is it, okay if I-.” “Yes. Clara, yes.” And she did, carefully breaching him with a finger and letting out a little surprised squeal when another tentacle began to emerge, thicker than the others, thicker than her wrist and pulsing with need. “Lay back Clara.” Lining it up with her was easy, the organ flexible and tensile, her legs held open by him. Each hand wrapped all the way around a thigh, enough that the tip of his thumb met the second knuckle of his index finger. She looked up at him, trusting and open, and something hot rattled inside of him. The initial press in was gentle, just watching the O her mouth made and how her eyes rolled back, but one situated he started to fuck her properly. Deep, rough thrusts, enough that he needed to drag her back against his body when she slide across the floor. While he groaned and growled, sounding to all the world like a machine possessed, she was fucked into muteness. Just little bird sounds with each thrust. And he filled her so deeply he could see the perfect outline of his cock in her belly, her hands pressing down on the tip of the bulge in a way that made his vision glitch. There was one final thing he knew his girl needed, his little omega, his baby. The smaller tendrils joined his cock in her, forming a mound at his based and when he hilted himself in her the last time, the mound bloomed into a proper knot, sealing them together. The stretch made her wail and thrash, banging a tiny fist against the floor as she painted his front in clear liquid from her cunt. That final vision made him feel something akin to a reset, ceasing to be entirely bar the sensation of her pussy around him. When he returned, there was a trickle of pinkish fluid leaking from the knot. “Are you okay, Clara?” “I-I’m okay Mr. Svarog. That was,” her head lolled, and with tired eyes she smiled at him, “that was really good. Thank you.” “Of course.” “…I think I’m bleeding a little.” “I will fix it for you later.”

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General Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Danheng (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang, Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Humor, Crack, My First AO3 Post, Fluff, Romance, Mutual Pining, Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), THERES FINALLY A TAG FOR THAT WOO, Whipped Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng is whipped (Honkai: Star Rail), raccoon caelus lol, Making friends with a beautiful trash can, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Oblivious Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), he's not that oblivious tho!! just oblivious when its his friends, just like me fr, i learned how to tag now thank you googl, Mute Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Selectively Mute Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Mute Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), asked my friend if dan heng should have rizz in this, they said yes

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march realizes something man im sorryy for this shti ahahhsnzja i have no writing expirjsence. underlined words are sign languange "–you meanie!" March huffs at Dan Heng, who in return continues walking with indifference. "not my fault you fell like a fool," he says, March just rolls her eyes at that. he looks around, noticing his companion's absence. furrowing his eyebrows, "Where is Caelus?" he says. March blinks, "uh- he probably ran off somewhere again!" She thinks back to Caelus' adventurous spirit. Honestly, sometimes she wonders how he didn't get lost yet. a metallic sound came from an alleyway, alarming the trailblazers. Dan Heng was the first to check it out, walking with his guard up, he froze at the scene. ... … "Uhh something wrong-" March trails behind him, and was greeted by the sight of—lo, and behold— Caelus. Caelus, who was holding a trash can with childish fascination and glee. Caelus, who looks like a raccoon with all the mess he has in his clothes and hair. March looks in horrified fascination, while Dan Heng has a conflicted face. "C-Caelus?!" he whips his head towards them. Dan Heng shakes his head and asks, "Ahem- Caelus, what are you doing?" his question bounces off the walls of the alleyway, silence submerging them for a second. Caelus grins and hugs the trash can tightly, "I love him!" he says with pride. March's starting to think they found a raccoon instead- wAIT DID HE JUST TALKED?! Caelus had never talked–not even once in Belabog!– opting to use sign language and facial expressions to communicate. She looks at Dan Heng just to make sure she isn't dreaming, and yep! shock and disbelief were written across his face. "And who exactly is him" From the way he looks at the trash can, she's sure he already knows the answer. Caelus points one hand to the trash can and rests his head over the said trash can. "i-is he your.. friend?" March questions, her voice laced with confusion. Caelus nods excitedly, beaming like the sun. her eyes burn at the light in front of them and she thinks, 'HOLY SHIT WHY IS HE SO BRIGHT' … there's silence for a moment, "y-you can keep it– him, I mean," Dan Heng says, still staring at Caelus. March was taken aback, why was Caelus allowed to do stuff like that but she can't?! she opens her mouth to complain but stops at the (slightly blushing) face in front of her. it clicks, ah… that's why. she grins and knowingly nudges him, and if glares could kill, she would already be in the grave right now. "Cmon! we already said our goodbyes, off to the Astral express we go!"     (Himeko and Welt gape in disbelief at the sight of Caelus. He holds a now-clean trash can (courtesy of Dan Heng) with a glow seeming to come out of him. it's his friend, Dan Heng says with eyes that say 'Please just roll with it'  Seemingly to catch the hint, Himeko smiles supportively. "I'm glad you made a friend!" Welt nods in -what seems to be- pride. Caelus beams again and they wince at the sun in front of them) Dan Heng is not smitten, no matter what March says. He does not think Caleus's soft yet sarcastic personality is endearing nor think that his eyes are beautiful when he smiles. no, he does not have a crush on Caelus. how did it ended up like this. anyways sorry for the short story, i tried making caelus more human and derang- i mean funny takes place in a random planet, a few months after belabog. (underlined means it's sign language) (See the end of the chapter for more notes.) Dan Heng is not smitten, no matter what March says. He does not think Caleus's soft yet sarcastic personality is endearing nor think that his eyes are beautiful when he smiles. no, he does not have a crush on Caelus. – Ever since they departed from Belabog, March has been sending him teasing looks whenever he interacts with Caelus. He ignores them, opting to look away from her, but it's gotten annoying these past few days. it started from light nudging to making teasing comments when Caelus wasn't there. "So lover boy, when will you confess, hm?" March grins, eyes crinkled in glee. his ears turn pink, and he glares at his companion. "Don't call me that, and I don't view him that way." "Pfft-," she rolls her eyes, "Yeah right! you say that but you're hopelessly smitten with him already" he crossed his arms and glared at her even more. "I am not smitten for him, he's merely my fr- companion."  March shoots him an incredulous look at that, "You agreed to let him take that trash can, you even gave a portion of your food to him because he likes it!" March deadpans, and her face turns soft. "I'm sure he'll like you back, y'know. I believe in you!" she says with much determination. his eyes softened a little, and turned away from her. "Thanks, March."   —   Dan Heng isn't sure why he woke up and thought I need to find a way to make him mine . he goes along his day with a sort of determination in his chest, trying to think of ways to.. charm Caelus for a lack of better words. So far, giving him poems is a no-no, flirting with him is questionable, and serenading him is out of the question. He had a hard time sleeping that night, too frustrated and annoyed. He guesses it shows (for her, at least) when Himeko asks him about it. He hesitates for a moment, before uncharacteristically deciding, fuck it. –– Himeko seems amused by his predicament, "Why, there's no need to do all that, you usually flirt with him anyways!"  Confusion etched his face and Himeko chuckled, "You're a gentleman when you're with Caelus, from giving him a helping hand at the smallest things to paying stuff for him." his ears suddenly feel like fire. Has he been that clear, or is it just Himeko's watchful eyes?  "Thank you, Himeko, I'll keep that in mind." Himeko smiles teasingly, "Best in luck romancing Caelus!" he stiffens and leaves.   – Despite Himeko's advice, he's conflicted. Caelus (bless his heart) is painfully oblivious to romance sometimes. there's no way in hell he will get the gesture. Dan Heng sighs and runs his hand through his hair, unaware of yellow-gold eyes staring. Curse that guy for being kind-hearted and cute, he's going to give me a heart attack. a familiar tap on his shoulder shakes him out of his stupor, and there stood the object of his affection. "you okay?" Caelus signs worriedly, "you've been looking stressed lately." he said, unaware that he was the cause of it. ".. I'm fine, I can take care of myself." I'm so fucking whipped for you and it's only been a few months since we met. Even with Dan Heng's reassurance, he frowns, until he suddenly makes a small cute noise in the back of his throat.    (Dan Heng screams inwardly)   Caelus signs in excitement, his hands hurrying, "How about we go eat somewhere to relax?" Dan Heng wants to refuse, but he finally has a chance, and who was he to turn down the opportunity? Dan Heng hums in approval, "I know a cafe with good ratings," he points towards a small cafe near their inn. Caelus nods, then smirks. "The last one to get there is a loser!" and he sprints to the peach-coloured establishment. Dan Heng sighs and runs to catch up to him. caelus was the first to get there. (dan heng may or may not slowed down when he catched up to him)   honestly didnt expect for some ppl to like this! anyways thank you for reading this!there was a lack of dan heng being a simp and i like whipped boys who would kill for their goofy but secretly sad partner (not projecting ahahaha) sorry if ur on a laptop/computer and the paragraphs are just one long line, i wrote it at 12am with one eye open and hands aggresively typing on my phone. edit: sorry if the chapter release are slow, im still in middle school and getting piled with hw. also writing is confusing af, like i can (barely) write essays my creative writing is even worse 💔

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Teen And Up Audiences

F/F, Gen

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya & Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

Speculation, Jarilo-VI Related Spoilers, Belobog Related Spoilers, Inspired by the When Business Comes Knocking Adventure Mission

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2023-05-02

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2023-05-02

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  4 A.S. (4 Years After the Stellaron)   For all of Seele's habitual inclinations that allowed her to change reality at a personal pace, warp jumps were an entirely different matter. Needless to say, traveling a few several thousand light years away from Jarilo-VI got her fucked up. She would adjust to it.  Eventually.  Just not today. She had vowed to stay horizontal for the remainder of the shuttle ride.  That was the plan, until the medbay hatch opened. "Seele,” Bronya called. “Are you awake? We're entering the atmosphere and touching down in T-minus three standard hours. I made a special request to the pilot to mind—" Catching sight of Seele at last, she stopped and regarded her quietly.  "Great," Seele said, cheering like a limp vegetable. “What, do I look that bad?” "Would you prefer if Doctor Natasha examined you?" Bronya entered with slow, cautious steps. "Or… were you aware that they have remedies for motion sickness on board? Perhaps I could administer one to you."  Seele began to shake her head, decided against it and waved Bronya off instead. "Whether or not I puke, you should save it.” "I'll take your word for it. With our first trip as galactic representatives of our planet, I pledge to ensure everything goes smoothly and sound."  "So smoothly, you've taken the space travel in stride," Seele grumbled; it was half-hearted and no less proud. Bronya smiled at her abashedly nonetheless. Seele’s head spun, but she pushed up to a sitting position, getting a good look at her. “Hey, come on. Bask in it.”  The months prior to them disembarking from their home world had been nothing short of grueling. Establishing an official correspondence and facilitating meetings with adjoining star systems in the galaxy were no small tasks, and so Bronya had invested in the technologies and the projects necessary to bridge the gap. She was burning the midnight oil to a point Seele, after unsuccessful attempts to convince her to spend less hours holed up in the office, saw it fit to get her to furnish the place with a proper bed and sheets. That was the first few months, though, and Seele eventually won out, preventing an inevitable collapse.  Belobog’s centuries-long isolation was thawing slowly and surely, with the prospect of the ever-wintry outskirts becoming habitable way after their generation’s lifetime, and they would spare no effort in acquainting themselves with the neighboring worlds. “They’d thought everyone on our planet died,” Seele continued, suddenly robbed of breath. “We’ve proven their fears were mistaken. Now, we can start looking beyond the horizon and our wildest dreams.”  “We shall strive to make everything so much more certain,” Bronya said wistfully.  Seele scoffed. “Well, believe it or not, I’m just as nervous as you are. Hell will be a cold place before I say I’m truly fearless.”  Bronya let out a little laugh, nodding. "When I am at odds with myself, you somehow manage to tip the scales. Should you find yourself venturing at the depths of a precipice you believe is impossible to climb, I will be there alongside you, ascending." Her eyes, exhausted and yet so spirited, drifted to Seele’s. “I know for a fact that none of this would have been possible without you. There are some things that only we have hidden and known.” She found Seele’s hand and clasped it. “Thank you, again, for joining me on this mission. May I keep you company?”  “Sure.” Seele said. Her eyes stung as she slid to the side and thwacked the side of the bed. “It’s got room for two.”     0 A. S. (0 years after the Stellaron)   A letter arrived late in the night, deep into patrol around the Boulder and Rivet perimeter.  If not for the wax seal and the urgency of the postal worker in its delivery and their departure, Seele wouldn't have bothered reading it on the spot, intending to complete her rounds without incident. She had never seen a postal worker in the Underworld, but this one seemed to have already memorized the layout of the towns like the back of their hand to locate her. Soon after, they wove through the streets and out of sight.  The changes to Belobog weren't that easily apparent, Seele thought. They emerged from the smallest gestures, branching outward into unmistakable prominence.  In regards to the fate of Jarilo-VI in the indeterminable long-term, please see me in the fort at your earliest convenience.  She didn’t drop everything and bolt, no, but the plain calm of the patrol fizzled into a backdrop of her concerns curiously mounting. “Couldn’t it have been through text?” she muttered. Bronya was consistent in her messages, which were split by morning greetings, book quotes — books that Seele was fighting for her life through to understand, mind — favorite stickers, meeting summaries she thought were pertinent to Seele, Wildfire, and restoration efforts to the Underworld, late night musings and a whole lot more. Maybe text messages weren't going to cut it, whatever Bronya planned to say in-person.  After patrol and a quick report to Nat and Oleg, she set off, bringing a few goodies because she wasn't sure how long the meeting would take. The cable ride alone was uneventful, only punctuated by the sharp tap of Seele's heel.  When the cable door opened, Seele thanked the operator on shift profusely and broke into a sprint. She made for the passageway in haste — Or so she thought.  She collided into Bronya.  The impact was an instance of 'unstoppable force meets immovable object', and they were an exemplar match. If not for their combat experience, they probably would have fallen into a heap like robust blocks. They grabbed at each other in the dim lighting; Seele snatching Bronya upright by the lapels of her long coat, Bronya's arms winding securely around Seele's waist. They wobbled, but neither of them were really at the risk of falling.  "You're here," Bronya said, breathless, her hold loosening around Seele.  "You," Seele began, incredulous, but she couldn't help but relent, releasing Bronya in a playful shove. Bronya barely budged as she stared back, eyes warm and searching. It was as though she wasn’t a bruised fruit a moment ago. Worried, Seele clapped a hand on the small of Bronya's back, careful to apply little pressure. "I was on my way, you know? Was the office too small to run your laps?"  "Well, yes.” Bronya stared elsewhere, no doubt considering the indignity the scenario could put to the image she presented, but she returned just as promptly to Seele. “I needed to clear my mind outside its confines, and I. I grew impatient with myself.”  A grin rose from her, unbidden. “You wanted to see me.”  “Of course I do.” Bronya’s voice lowered as she stepped closer. “Aside from the Trailblazers, the only ones who know the truth within our world are you and me." The gravitas of the letter returned with the force of a rockslide. Seele hummed in thought. “That’s all well and good, but… something’s thrown you off,” she guessed. “Majorly. Hasn’t it?”  At that, Bronya's face fell, fingers stiffening at Seele's waist. She sucked in her breath. “Should I have, perhaps, relayed this through our text messages? I…” She grimaced. "You have my apologies, Seele." “Huh… No — no,” Seele said, “it was probably for the best.”  Bronya passed her a smile, but it was a waning one. She began to walk, away and away from the acoustics of the station, and Seele followed suit, falling in sync with her up the stairs. She tapped lightly at her arm with a vending machine snack. Bronya murmured her thanks. "We could form our own encrypted message group," she thought aloud. “I do trust your judgment.”  “And that assures me. I’m… trying not to think of my response to the influx of new information being overblown.”  They made a slow procession through the plaza, the steps of Qlipoth Fort well within view. Without most of the denizens up and about, the pace was tolerable. Only the trash cans gawked at them.  The red-yellow burnish of the streetlamps and the outdoor heaters’ scarlet glow may have dulled the city darkness fiercely, but the stars undiminished by the artificial light at night proved to be an unfamiliar and welcome canopy to behold. Seele held her breath. It was in a matter of days and attrition that her belief of Belobog as humanity’s final stand, where retention of life slipped in increasingly alarming increments, was flung clean out the window.  Learning that life extended beyond these skies, that cruelty, chaos, and compassion were, in fact, as endlessly woven through the fabric of space, was altogether wonderful and terrifying. They dwelt in this galaxy among others. She didn’t know if there was another miracle like the Astral Express up and about, but she could keep guessing.  In her dreams, Seele sometimes would experience a tumult of places she'd never been to: a vast quantum realm, an alluring evening by a sea, afternoons under languid clouds, shattered floors and vacuous light. Eventually it had occurred to her that things like that could actually exist and be as absurd as the life they had on Belobog.  So she expected nothing and everything at once.  She stopped just shy of a heater, rubbing her hands together. It didn't take long for Bronya to retrace her steps to Seele. The incandescence fell to the bruised sleep under her eyes that no makeup could completely hide, and the sudden wait gradually drew out the unsteadiness in her posture. Seele wondered if something equally unsettling from herself was visible to Bronya, but she wouldn't delay any further. “Well,” she said, arms crossed, “Belobog’s kinda been championing the title of ‘under extenuating circumstances’ for seven hundred years and counting, and I also do a pinch of light reading once in a while, so, those aren’t really the issues.” She glared at the street, parsing the batshit clutter in the trajectory of her thoughts on security, safety, secrecy and consolidated vision to the both of them at large. “Starting a digital trail’s bound to get us in hot water eventually, you know?”  “…Ah,” Bronya said elegantly. Seele shrugged.  "So I think you’ve made the right call.”  "Thank you, Seele," Bronya said. She sounded relieved, but her smile was short of strained. "But…?" "But now there's something else that's come up," she sighed, "almost if not equal to the enduring effects of the Eternal Freeze."  That Bronya would draw a comparison to the longest looming disaster of their lives to another reckoning with uncertainty gave Seele pause. It should have unnerved her. Instead, it only left her even more intrigued.  "Then let's head on in."      Their itinerary’s charted path, to put it nicely, was pretty booked. And that wasn’t even accounting for the full tally of other planetary hops their Belobog team were going to make. Seele’s stomach turned over at the thought.  The months ahead were going to be a grand learning curve, if now was any indication.  Docking on land around evening, they had met the ambassador and other interested parties, where brief greetings and confirmations were exchanged before the latter went separate ways. To Bronya’s surprise, the ambassador waived them from going through customs and all that on the planet — the name evaded Seele at the moment; she just knew it was something Prime of the something Prime system, and a hefty chunk of its moon was blown up a millennium ago by… something, which she’d ask Bronya to refresh her on later — in favor of getting them dinner. That was hard to argue against. They received instructions to their hotel as they were escorted to the maglev lanes, all the while the ambassador saddled Bronya with a shiny tablet device, a hefty sealed package, and discussion. Though Bronya seemed to wilt under the wealth of information, she held her own. Her smile was not so practiced this time, and the ambassador’s warmth was unmistakably genuine, which was hard to emulate, so Seele eased off a bit.  When they boarded, Serval and Nat found seating opposite to Bronya and the ambassador, who went for the handrails. Seele cozied at a strip of seating space for their carry-ons. When Bronya’s free hand brushed hers, fingers curling in a questioning caress, she took it carefully, training her eyes to the stretch of windows. She tried to appraise the landscape.  She had the sense that was what the curious onlookers among the other passengers were doing too, with them so obviously not from their world. Maybe they were trying to figure out which one. Did they make that sort of announcement on their news? Seele’s mind was still reeling in her own work to reconsider Belobog on a planetary scale. Jarilo-VI’s surface, for the most part, was an icy wasteland. With every effort to uproot it, the Fragmentum corrosion seemed to dig its maw in harder. It was far from reaching its death throes. Whether the outcome of their travel produced results, it all felt like borrowed time. She startled when Bronya’s hand withdrew, cradling her cheek, as she realized her body was trembling. “Sorry.” The word slipped out.  “There’s no need to be,” Bronya replied. “What is it?”  “Just being the audience to old doubts." She did not specify. “Never thought we’d be traveling the galaxy, but here we are.”  “If all goes well, then, perhaps we’ll be seeing more people of Belobog among the stars.”  Seele nodded. “Right. You’ve always got your sights set on somewhere far and further.”  “I'm a musketeer, remember?" Bronya said, a smile curving her lips. "My aim has to be true. But it wouldn’t trouble me to change my scope to less… precarious pursuits.”  “And what would those happen to be?”  “I can name a few,” Bronya said, bowing her head.  

Business Partners with Benefits

['justblades']

Explicit

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader, Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail) & Reader, Sampo/Reader (Honkai: Star Rail)

Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fingerfucking, Throat Fucking, Public teasing, Oral Sex, male receiving, no strings attached kind of relationship

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,309

1/1

5

221

18

7,450

['Perrycherry', 'sexylilneko', 'H4zzy_707', 'imsickandsadnow', 'Moon0x', 'Annabelinda', 'rockpicker', 'SkylarEclipse_2011', 'Cheese_is_cool', 'hammedsteamed', 'Phroggy', 'Sylphelle', 'parketnik', 'crazymangle13', 'kimuras', 'deathnoted', 'GoddessOfRainAndPizza1112', 'yukiyatori', 'Th3_Crow', 'CallieWasHere', 'lanihilistbluegirl', 'mauliya', 'Lunvnnu', 'unwillingrindoukin', 'lovleyyz', 'zv1418', 'Tapewormest', 'tsun4ami', 'kaminotsuki', 'lovedostoevsky', 'MangoAisu', 'mizuuuv', 'NuclearTemptations', 'loneclaw', 'Error_404_Spirit_Not_Found', 'StarlightNightmare', 'tomster', 'abstractpaintingonthewall', 'Crokitos', 'TheRealShyMel', 'Cosit', 'Camillyy', 'Tivait', 'izumis', 'KakyoinsFeet', 'pseudolixinho', 'belladonna1946', 'SyisheretoCry', 'e_lisard', 'Eden_Kuran']

[]

everyone gets to witness sampo's absurdity. from his ludicrous backhanded methods whether to be of aid or to fool— that's how they perceive sampo koski. little do they know, among the many 'partnerships' he formed to which he singlehandedly decides, he actually has a business partner, a mutual connection. almost anyone who comes across him etch on their minds he's either to be trusted or disregarded. the two sides tiptoeing upon the boundaries every single time. it's not just that. he oftentimes gets sidetracked whenever the dyad is commencing a dangerous operation. be it gathering intel from the enemies hideout, he'd still have the time to gawk over your body like he was to descend into insanity if he wasn't given a chance to douse the flames of his lustful tendencies. and that's how you ended up in this bizarre situation. sampo laps your sprawled out mounds, gloved hands fiddling with your hardened nipples. you bite your lip in an attempt to stifle the moans threatening to slip out, as comical sampo appears from his choice of words and personality— he still manages to pleasure you in all kinds of ways, all for the sake of quenching his thirst for intimacies. your breath hitches, and as bad as it can get, a soldier whips his head to the source of the weak noises, following his intuition. you knew full well being in cramped up spaces with sampo can be a handful to manage, among the many times you reminded him to focus on your jobs, he shrugs it off and proudly proclaims he'll still get it done in spite of you doing it in the middle of an operation. and he always does. sampo may be deceving at times but his words never fall on his back. sampo's lush green eyes fixate on your expressions, finding enjoyment at how your eyes squint from the jolts of pleasure he sends into your system. he inches forward your face, tip of your noses just a hair's breadth away. "i can't get enough of this." your eyebrows furrow in exchange, "i thought it'd be just this?" you ask, irritation seethes through your teeth. "when have we ever been caught whenever we do it? come on, we've been partners for years already. is sampo koski really that much of a doubtful figure?" his usual cocky, teasing tone laces his words, beaming you a sheepish smile right after. in a sense, he's right. and that's exactly how you fall prey on his words. lastly, it's not bad, it is always a great past time when the intel hasn't been leaked yet to the other side. that was exactly it - you two have been business partners with benefits since long ago, making it a hobby to do the deed regardless of time and place, all for the sake of fun, cooperation, and lastly, money. you slowly rid yourself of clothes, being careful not to draw much attention. meanwhile the bi-haired male basks in his momentary victory, reveling in the moment he won over your rationality. sampo glides his gloved hand to your inner thighs, a sinister smirk plastered on his lips— with no hesitation lingering in his mind, he rubs viscules on your slit with his thumb finger swiftly, finding your region at such a fast rate, taking into account that he can't see nothing but pitch black darkness and the way you look underneath him. he has your body memorized as if it was the back of his hand, one of the many things he's skilled at, although it's uncertain whether he should be proud of that. the corners of his lips tug further upwards as soon as he feels the liquids come in contact with his skin, dampening his onyx gloves. with a rapid thrust, he pumps his digits in and out of your hole. you melt into pleasures, mind starting to be clouded with nothing but sampo's shit eating grins. perhaps you were more sensitive to his touches today since the teasing was too prolonged, and of course, it was intentional, all planned out by the master in control. his bashful smile never ceases, a rapid rush of determination gushes through his veins. "if only you weren't appealing and so good at this, i would've gone for your neck a long time ago." fortunately, your words were muddled with the soldiers' fancy stories that they were unable to hear your threats. sampo, as if it was engraved in his soul, replies with the same attitude as usual. "why thank you for the compliment." you scoff, but the huff of breath you heaved immediately got followed by a soft mewl, the navy haired curls his fingers inside your walls as he could feel you squeezing him tight. "ahh, i wish i were inside you right now." he muses and proceeds to rest his head on the soft beds of your chest. a crease forms between your brows for the nth time, not until he had something up his sleeve once again. it only made sense when a surprising warm feeling slicks on your skin, in stark contrast to the chilling temperature deep inside this spacious building. a realization dawns on your perturbed mind, maybe it would be easier if you part your lips open and let the breathing noises erupt, rather than trying to hold them back which could lead to your cover being blown. and finally, "dismissed." the soldiers say and leave the room in unison, and you could feel the heavy weight on your chest instantly dissipate into the air. the two of you scoot out of the small cabinet and immediately locked the metal doors. "i've been in the receiving end for way too long." your eyes spark with hopes of revenge for sampo teasing you like that to which he promptly notices. "no, i—" you push him on the tabletop and hold him down with a hand on his sculpted pecs. as your other free hand travel down to his bulge, you were caught in surprise once you felt a particular spot wet. you've known him for too long, the same goes for his clothing. if it got this damp despite the thick pants he's wearing, it is no doubt: he came from teasing you alone. you click your tongue in annoyance but proceed to kneel in front of him anyway, still set out on making him whimper and plead for mercy. if anything, it's better he already came, this way, you could make use of his heightened sensitivity to your advantage. his cock grows hard again and you coil your hands around its body. it throbs from the slightest, feather touches - and you did not dawdle any further. enveloping the margins of your lips from the head of his dick, you try your best to provide more space. skillfully brushing your sultry tongue from his cock's small folds, sampo throws his head back in pleasure. "h-hey, i'm still sensitive, i just came—" you gobble all his length, proceeding to bob your head up and down, building momentum while finding the right timing to quicken the pace as well. he whimpers as he feels the crown of his dick hit the farthest back of your throat, "e-eno—" you fiddle with his ballsacks as well, gripping on them tightly, playing around to see what kind of play sampo would like today. with no forewarnings, strings of milky white liquids sprawl into your mouth, a hint of sourness and sweetness breaks through your tastebuds. as a perfect business partner you were, you gulp all of it down, your mouth perfectly clean of any evidences from sampo's satisfaction. you watch on sampo's soulless body, appearing like the soul was sucked out of him. fatigue gnaws at his bones meanwhile you chortle - one that was of a mocking tone. "a well deserved defeat."

rough on the surface (but you cut through like a knife)

['elainafella']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Danheng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Danheng/Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Danheng (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Pining, Literal Sleeping Together

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

3,331

1/1

54

2,969

412

18,638

['ClareThePleb', 'cricket_moncher', 'cyix', 'IamNiko', 'EmiLissa27_tf', 'Kyuuuuuu', 'Dipndot', 'HelloMrJones', 'big_cloudy_cloud', 'rose_june', 'Hidden_Fox', 'Lilbon42', 'compressedkanade', 'lyricalmyxteries', 'Honeycloudress', 'JtheJ', 'Silent_butterfly', 'calnesca', 'KristenFox7', 'insertdecentusernamehere', 'Kurara66', 'meowsatyou', 'Rllycoolperson', 'soelvkatten', 'HecateLikesToPaint', 'Nelanovela', 'catnizaki', 'Neleyah', 'Nounours05022004', 'Sonik3', 'Germetel', 'airo_plane', 'silverbindings', 'midnight_sanctity', 'Gorgeousname', 'leafthecowboy', 'Nik_Mim', 'vishbonk', 'justskin_bones', 'dawndawnlily', 'Frogs_are_candies', 'Raeli_iluxsm', 'adorozatorumary', 'shiggytomu', 'Coaegresco', 'beethaven', 'Willowy_93', 'Cursedcucumber06', 'fairyguacamole', 'lovableparker']

[]

His name is Caelus. Or at least, that's what the boy slumped against the wall in Herta's Space Station says when he finally regains consciousness, silver lashes fluttering over disoriented golden eyes. Caelus. Under normal circumstances, Dan Heng might've asked why he was named that or if he knew where its origins lay, because it's a rather curious thing, isn't it? To be named after the personification of the sky and heavens in a myth he once read about from an old civilization lost to time and space. Dan Heng doesn't think he's heard anything like it. (Then again, Dan Heng really shouldn't be surprised by curious names. He literally travels with a girl Himeko and Welt named after a date, after all.) But these are not normal circumstances. There are Antimatter Legionaries swarming the station, Arlan has yet to be found, and the boy, or Caelus, he learns, is amnesiac. No time for any questions and no way to get any answers even if there was. So Dan Heng leaves the boy in the hands of March 7th and goes off on his own in search of the young Head of the Security Department, and it's probably a good thing too, because March is still looking a little too amused at his previous attempt to wake the boy up by attempting to administer CPR, and Dan Heng would rather not deal with the embarrassment. Caelus. Dan Heng tests the name out under his breath as he walks, rolling his tounge over the two syllables and feeling the weight of the word in his mouth. Cae-lus. It's a peculiar name. A peculiar name for a peculiar boy, he supposes, and maybe that's why he's so intrigued by him. Dan Heng has always been interested in understanding peculiar things. But it's only later when they meet up with Himeko that Dan Heng learns just how peculiar the boy they found is, and it's only until they face off against the Doomsday Beast that he realizes just how deep his intrigue for the boy with the stellaron runs. And it's only when the shock of watching Caelus explode into a supernova of blinding golden light ebbs away as Dan Heng carries his unconscious body back into the space station that he registers that - Oh. Caelus is radiant.     Caelus is something of an enigma. He's a boy that carries something the equivalent of a ticking time bomb in his body and jumps in front of the Destroyer of Worlds to protect March 7th without a thought, but he's also a boy that rummages through trash bins in search of treasure that isn't there while and tries to swipe everything that isn't nailed down. His inability to sit still means that Dan Heng and March 7th spend most of their time running after him down the streets, stopping every five seconds to examine every knickknacks they come across. And sometimes, if Caelus is feeling particularly feisty, it means that they steal mail out of mailboxes and attempt to chat up every stoic Silvermane guard they find. It's rather fascinating to witness. Or, at least, Dan Heng thinks it is. To see the supposed great hero Himeko claimed was destined to bring change to their universe act like - well, such a boy. And Dan Heng finds himself wishing a little too often that he could somehow store Caelus away into a little filing cabinet in the data banks of the Archive and study every bit of him well into the late hours of the night. He can't do that, of course. Enigmas are not something to be stored away and kept in the dark, despite Caelus' puzzling affinity for hiding in closets. But Dan Heng thinks of doing it, thinks documenting every last detail from the way Caelus seems to hum with nervous energy as his fingers drum against tabletops to the way his golden eyes light up with a sort of childish joy on the off-chance he finds anything of use in the bins. It's honestly a little endearing. Caelus catches him staring, once. "What?" He asks almost defensively, emerging from the trash can with a crumples poster clutched in his fist. The lid clatters noisily to the cobbled ground. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Dan Heng turns away and crosses his arms. "It's nothing," he huffs. "I will never understand your obsessive desire to look inside every trash bin you find." Caelus frowns, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Cute, Dan Heng thinks, before quickly squashing down the intrusive thought. "Treasure." Caelus states simply, as if that answer solves all the mysteries of the universe. "You never know what's hiding at the bottom of these." Dan Heng doesn't answer. Partly because March 7th is leering at him like a hyena watching its prey, and partly because if he does he might actually laugh, and he doesn't feel like giving Caelus the satisfaction of knowing he finds him funny, and he'd really like to move on from this conversation before he does something embarrassing. March 7th, on the other hand, refuses to let the matter drop. "You were smiling." March tells Dan Heng quietly a little while later as they watch Caelus repair a video recorder with Serval in her workshop. When Dan Heng looks questioningly at her, she sighs and rolls her eyes. "Earlier, back when we were at the trash cans. You were smiling at Caelus." she clarifies. "I know because you almost never smile. What's up with that?" Dan Heng examines his nails. "I'm not quite sure what you mean," he says placidly, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees March place her hands on her hips. "And for the record, I do smile. Just not around you." March chooses to ignore the jab he throws at her. "And around Caelus?" she asks swiftly, hardly missing a beat. Dan Heng glares down at his hands. For the love of the Aeons... "Alright, keep your secrets." March says loftily, turning away. "I guess I'll just have to find out myself." "Good luck with that," Dan Heng calls after her because really, she'll need it if she wants to find out about something about Dan Heng that not even Dan Heng himself knows the answer to, but she's already skipping away towards the front counter without a backwards glance. Dan Heng sighs and rests his head wearily against a shelf. Somewhere to his right, Caelus' laughs, as bright and as clear as a mountain stream. The idea of stuffing Caelus into a filing cabinet in the Archive is getting more appealing by the second.     "Dan Heng?" He jerks awake from dreams of running and boys with stellarons and running from boys with stellarons with a gasp, one hand already half curled around his spear. Blindly, he fumbles around in the darkness until his fingers find the switch for the small lamp he keeps by his small mattress and flicks it on. Caelus stands silhouetted in the doorway, the faint light from the stars outside the train car turning the tips of his hair a gleaming silver. He wears the same disoriented expression he had on when he first gained consciousness on Herta's Space Station. Dan Heng blinks, and then scowls. "What are you doing here." He doesn't mean for it to come out sounding so accusatory but it does, and quiet guilt claws at his chest when he sees Caelus flinch. "I, uh," Caelus starts, fiddling with a loose strand on his shirt, his eyes flickering nervously around the Archive. Dan Heng doesn't miss the way Caelus' eyes a linger for a little too long on his bare legs before darting away. "Couldn't sleep." Dan Heng raises his eyebrows. "Okay," he says slowly, as if he's talking to a toddler, which is a little fitting since Caelus has the attention span of one. "But how does you not being able to sleep correlate to you breaking into the Archive in the dead of night?" Now it's Caelus' turn to blink. "Oh." he says, the realization of just how weird this situation is dawning on his face. "Ohhh. Sorry, I... I didn't think. I'll be going, then." He turns to leave, and Dan Heng feels a strange, profound sense of loss. "Wait." The word slips from Dan Heng's lips before he can think better of it, and he inwardly cringes at how much it sounds like a plea. Caelus pauses in the doorway and glances over his shoulder, his golden eyes reflecting flecks of lights from faraway stars outside. Watching. Waiting. Radiant, Dan Heng thinks, and this time, he doesn't push the thought back into the dark recesses of his mind. "I didn't say you had to leave." Caelus blinks again as the weight of what Dan Heng is insinuating sinks in. His eyes widen. "I- I couldn't stay. " Maybe it's the darkness playing tricks on his eyes, but Dan Heng swears he sees a faint flush on Caelus' cheeks as he frantically waves his hands in front of him. "I wouldn't want to bother you, and- " "I'd rather you be a bother to me than wake up half the train with your midnight wanderings," Dan Heng cuts him off, scooting over to make room for him on the mattress. "Come here. I think this is big enough for two people." Caelus hesitates for a while more, his tounge darting out to wet his lips, a nervous habit of his Dan Heng's picked up in the time he's spent around him. Then Caelus slips back into the room, sliding the door shut behind him, and makes his way over to where Dan Heng lies with slow, unsure steps. The mattress, as it turns out, is big enough - but barely. Dan Heng realizes this as the mattress dips under Caelus' weight, his hands tentatively pulling aside the blanket and lowering himself down to lie next to him. When he's finally settled into a comfortable position, Dan Heng pointedly scoots as far away from him as he possibly can without falling off the mattress, his face practically plastered against the Archive wall. "Oh." Caelus' voice sounds from behind him, and surely Dan Heng must have imagined the hint of disappointment in his voice. "Are you going to stay over there?" "Don't take it too personally," Dan Heng says stiffly, even though his reasons are very, very personal. "I just don't make it a habit to sleep with other people." He prays the unintentional innuendo goes over Caelus' head. Thankfully enough, it does. "Sleeping in that position can't be comfortable," his new temporary bedmate muses. "We can switch places if you want. I don't mind." Dan Heng huffs. No shit, it isn't comfortable, he wants to snipe back. But if I move any closer to you I might spontaneously combust. Instead, he says, "I'll be fine, thanks. Go to sleep, Caelus." "Okay." Caelus' reply is muffled by the blanket. "Goodnight, Dan Heng." The night goes on, and Caelus' breathing evens out into slow, deep breaths, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as Dan Heng watches from where he lies pressed against the wall. It's odd, having someone in his lying next to him in his corner after so long of camping in the Archive in solitude. Intimacy has never been something he has actively sought after, but now Dan Heng finds himself almost craving it, the comforting feeling of a warm body against his own in the privacy of a place he can almost call his home. But he doesn't have the courage to submit to his cravings, not then, not now, and not for the foreseeable future. So instead, he rests against the Archive wall and lets the gentle rocking of the Astral Express lull him to sleep. And if Dan Heng wakes up the next morning to find his head nestled in the crook of Caelus' neck and his arm draped haphazardly around his waist, then - well. Dan Heng doesn't mention it, and Caelus has the good grace not to, either.     March 7th corners him one day when he's having a cup of Himeko's freshly brewed coffee. "Morning, Dan Heng." she says a little too cheerfully, sidling up to him and nudging him painfully in his side. "Whatcha staring at?" Dan Heng tears his gaze away from Caelus, who's happily fiddling with the phonograph at the far end of the parlor car while Welt stands uncomfortably nearby, looking like he sorely regrets letting him have a free reign over the train music selection. "Nothing." He sips his coffee in what he hopes is a dignified silence. He's been saying a lot of 'nothings' to March these days, hasn't he? March glances from him to Caelus then back again, eyebrows raised skeptically. "I suppose 'nothing's' playing with the phonograph and trying to give old man Yang a heart attack?" Dan Heng remains silent. March places her hands on her hips and sighs. "Come onnnnnn." She tugs on Dan Heng's arm insistently, sloshing his coffee around in his cup. "I'm not stupid, Dan Heng. I've seen him leaving the Archive in the mornings, so don't give me that same bullshit about there not being anything there. Won't you indulge a girl with gossip just this once?" Ah. Dan Heng was wondering when she'd end up noticing. It's a bit of a routine he and Caelus have fallen into over time. On nights when bad dreams leave him restless and agitated, Caelus wanders into the Archive and Dan Heng, albeit a little grudgingly, scoots over to make space for him on the mattress. It's the only way I get to sleep sometimes, Caelus tells him while staring up at the ceiling with a curious smile on his lips. Your presence is surprisingly comforting, Dan Heng. They still keep their distance when they sleep. But every morning they wake with their arms and legs tangled together under the blankets, to which Caelus acknowledges with a small puff of laughter before gently disentangling their limbs from each other's, his every gesture so achingly soft that Dan Heng almost feels like crying. It's just a routine. Dan Heng shuts his eyes briefly before opening them again. That's all there is to it, and that's how it will remain. "I do wonder," Dan Heng says loudly, cutting across March's whining. "Why you happen to be so interested in my nonexistent love life. Perhaps, if you have so much spare time on your hands, you can use it to save Mr. Yang and all of our eardrums from being assaulted by Caelus' choice of music, instead of obsessing over gossip that isn't there." "Ugh, you-- " March 7th throws her hands up into the air in a show of exasperation and stalks off. "Fine then! You really are the most boring person I've ever met, Dan Heng!" From the other side of the train compartment, Take the Journey blares from the phonograph, the singer's drawling voice carrying all the way over to where he stands. Caelus has skipped off again, his attention elsewhere, leaving Welt Yang alone to stare at the phonograph with a pained expression. Dan Heng sips his coffee in silence and wonders, mildly, if Caelus has ever thought of him the same way.     "Hey, Dan Heng." A nudge in his side makes Dan Heng set aside his book. He sighs. "Yes, Caelus?" They're back on Dan Heng's mattress tucked away in a corner of the Archive, though it's more accurate to refer to it as their mattress now, with how much Caelus wanders in during the night. He tries not to think about it too much. Because the thought of anything being theirs and not just Danheng's or Caelus' makes him feel strangely hot and tingly all over. (March 7th will wiggle her brows and tell him that it's the shivers of love getting to him, but what does she know?) In the darkness of the Archive, Caelus' teeth gleam white as he grins. "Check this out." He holds up a sheaf of notebook paper in his hand, but it's too dark and he's too far away for Dan Heng to see properly. He swallows, then shifts closer to see its contents, his body pressing lightly against Caelus' side. The paper is covered with drawings. Drawings that, Dan Heng realizes, are cut out from all of those wanted posters of them back when they were still seen as criminals in Belobog. He recognizes the swift pen strokes that are a telltale sign of Pela's advanced artistry, as well as the crude and smudged facial figures of the pitcures Gepard presumably drew. (March hasn't bullied him into admitting it yet. Maybe she will one day.) Sampo's posters, he notices, have been tossed haphazardly off to the side, like Caelus can't be bothered to look at his snide smirk for longer than he has to. He can't help himself. The collage of pictures are so ridiculously stupid that he lets out a loud, incredulous laugh. "I've almost forgotten about these." he muses. "And here I was wondering why you were running around the Administrative District and ripping them off the walls." Caelus grins back at him, golden eyes dancing with mischief. "So you can laugh!" he exclaims, swatting at Dan Heng's shoulder. "You should try doing that more often." "Really, now." Dan Heng humors him for a few seconds, pretending to ponder the suggestion, then shakes his head. "No. I can't ruin the image of the stone-cold realist March 7th has for me in her mind." Caelus hums. "But you look good when you smile," he muses thoughtfully, apparently oblivious to the fact that he might as well have flipped Dan Heng's universe over onto its side. "Nicer. Softer. Less rough around the edges." Dan Heng chooses to ignore this. (Really, what sort of response is he supposed to give in a situation like this? Nod? Say thank you? Tell him to shut the fuck up about things he doesn't know?) Instead, he lets out a sigh and flops back down next to Caelus, still pressing into the other boy's side. "I'm going to sleep." he says shortly, feeling around for the switch on his bedside lamp before flicking it off and plunging the Archive into complete darkness. "Goodnight, Caelus." Caelus is silent for so long that Dan Heng almost believes that he's fallen asleep. Almost. He's has spent too much in the same space as Caelus to know that his eyes are currently trained on the back of his head. Finally, after a few more moments of silence, Caelus speaks up. "You're not pulling away this time?" he asks in a would-be-casual tone. Dan Heng crosses his arms. Caelus' skin against his is warm and foreign and yet - strangely comforting, in a way Dan Heng never thought would be possible. He likes it. He likes being next to Caelus, feeling his body next to his in their private corner of the Astral Express where no one can bother them. He likes it. There. Now that wasn't so hard to admit now, was it? "Do you want me to?" he questions, staring at the wall. He can't see Caelus' face, but he thinks he can feel him smile. "No," Caelus replies quietly, ever so achingly soft. "No, I don't."  They lie in silence for a long time, before Caelus' breathing evens out again, slow and steady, a telltale sign that he's fallen asleep. Dan Heng continues to stare holes into the wall of the Archive. He should pull away. Retreat back into the corner of his mattress and press his back against the cold wall to firmly ground himself to reality again. Intimacy has never been reserved for damaged boys like Dan Heng and it never will be. But instead, Dan Heng lets his head fall limply back against Caelus' shoulder, and allows the boy with the stellaron's rhythmic breathing to whisk him off into dreamland.

The eyes of god upon a mortal

['Sherri_owo']

Explicit

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Nanook/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Nanook (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail)

Oral Sex, Kissing, Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dream Sex, yes they are having sex in their dreams, Aeon goes in heat, heat - Freeform, slight sadness, some lore??, shitpost, Shitty Smut, smut for the sake of smut, I use smut as a coping mechanism, Gentle Sex

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

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['CamileCaitan', 'MissStealYourGirl', 'Mimi_FailedAbortion', 'That_0dd_MusHr0om', 'vithfor', 'princess_and_the_kiri', 'Virus_Cheater', 'cakes_and_fireworks', 'IHaveATwistedMind', 'icystormdragon', 'xluathebluex', 'Dokja_simp_forever', 'Tree_plus', 'Celestialmorningstar', 'Zuhahc', 'OmniMaiMage', 'gnfs_ingot', 'sassy_fandom_writer', 'Heartfilia_Lilith', 'Emo_DarkCloud', 'MitsuyaHaitani', 'Kuncaliii', 'AstroLaetus', 'AnimeIsMySin666', 'Rissile_Missy', 'Purplerose67', 'Prettycatlove123', 'timefliessbye', 'Wenning', 'bummersum', 'Valedore_N', 'Sterek4ever', 'enbei34_2', 'Scribblelife', 'Marjanist', 'bookwhizz', 'PrincessJVio', 'Amora_da_Lua', 'Lyria_Locke', 'yasumizu', 'bladehusband', 'DarkusRising', 'Miriannn', 'CrazyMiuOwO', 'quowi', 'vianitry', 'Aj090901', 'Nico_Galli', 'yChoiChert', 'dani_lou']

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When I first felt Nanoook's gaze, my heart felt ablaze. I don't know whether he tried to stir the Stellaron in me on purpose or if there was another reason why he appeared. But they were interested and there was something, something that he left within my Stellaron. Every night, I'm not too sure, they keep appearing in my mind. My mind drifts to them and their form, the glow of a star was similar, and there was a warmth. Undescribable warmth from his visits, but it was just my mind, right? There couldn't be anything more than the imagination of the human mind, the idea that an Aeon would be any more interested in a being like me is stupid. However, if I could, I would ask, why me? An audible knock interrupted my thoughts, "Hey, Pom Pom called everyone for a surprise announcement!" "Oh! I'll be there, just give me a second..." I hastily responded. I had just woken up from a nap and appearing dishevelled wouldn't be too good of a look. Fixing up my hair and tidying up my somewhat messy clothes, I headed to the main area of the Astral Express. Everyone was standing around Pom Pom, just waiting for me as I rushed out. "Hope I'm not too late!" I said as I arrived. "Don't worry, Dan Heng just got here, so we haven't waited too long," Himeko replied. "Ahem!" Pom Pom exclaimed trying to get our attention. "There has been something on the Astral Express recently that just appeared out of nowhere," We all were puzzled, no one had brought anything out of the ordinary from the Herta space station, Jarilo-IV or the Luofu recently, we looked around for a bit.  "Hey March, did you accidentally bring Peppy on board?" I said jokingly. "No way! Asta would never let me! She would kill me!" March exclaimed. "No, it isn't an animal at all, it's a small asteroid that glows a bright orange colour, nothing like we've ever seen before." Pom Pom sighed and explained the actual situation, "I've had Himeko and Mr. Yang look at it but they don't seem to recognize it." "At first I thought it was a by-product of a Super Nova, but seeing as it's made up of an element that's not known to us nor is it a kind of gem or mineral from any planet in the IPC's database, it seems that this mystery rock is impossible to trace," Welt added on to Pom Pom's explanation. But when I laid my eyes on the asteroid, suddenly I was reminded of Nanook, the Aeon of destruction, was this a sign of him? Him trying to contact me? But that was impossible, according to Dan Heng, Aeons rarely gaze upon mortals, I was simply lucky at the Herta space station.  Dan Heng noticed your puzzled expression, "What do you think? Does this asteroid ring a bell for you?" "Well... not really, I just felt something that I've felt before, a kind of Deja vu, I'm not quite sure but it reminds me of the Aeons," I didn't specify which one since it would've been too specific. "An Aeon huh... It certainly could explain how this thing ended up here, Aeons are known to break logic and laws," Dan Heng added. "Well either way, this asteroid is disrupting certain aspects of the Astral Express' functions, therefore we will be waiting at the Luofu for a period of time until we figure out what to do with this," Pom Pom said firmly. Everyone nodded, I looked at the rock one more time, the rock definitely had something to do with Nanook.     Once we had dinner, we headed to bed, I laid down, the topic from earlier still lingering in my mind when I suddenly heard a voice, "Akiv- Don't come a- cl- Stop-!" I bolted up as sweat started to trickle down my forehead. This voice was deep and panicked, something was going on.  I ran outside to take a look, but strangely no one was there, I expected someone to respond to the weird voice but it was as if no one was on the train. It was just the Express and the strange voice. I walked to the main area of the express, where faint singing could be heard. Was it coming from that rock? I slowly approached it. The faint singing stopped as if it knew I was there. This wasn't just some rock or mineral, it was alive, it was part of a bigger object and it's simply lost its way, I picked it up gently. "Where did you come from? Are you just like me?" I asked as if it could respond. "Why are you touching my property?" A voice echoed behind me. I didn't even notice his presence before he spoke. I jumped back with my guard up, just as I backed away, I had left the mineral behind on the small table, and I saw a familiar face... Nanook?! "Why are you on the Astral Express, Nanook?! How did you even get in?" I shouted. "I asked a question first, tell me, where did you get this?" "It suddenly appeared on the Express, now answer my question." "How suspicious, Well if you must know, I felt a familiar presence and I came to check it out, but I didn't expect this... I had simply gazed upon you, but I didn't expect for our paths to cross once again..." he replied. "Was it that mineral?" "No... Although I do not know how my record ended up here, it seems we can't just take it off the ship right now, it has a will of its own after all..." At this point, I hoped anyone would come in, I don't think I could take on Nanook, an Aeon, all by myself. "Well, what do you plan on doing? You must want it back, and we'd prefer it if you took it as well," I said "Well, I can't just take it, you should've noticed, but this record is a living being, one of sentience. It's something that uses sound waves to engrave patterns that can be played." I sighed a little, well if he really can't take it, what does he want me to do?  "What if I came by every night to take a look if it's ready to leave or not?" "What. Wait I can't just have an unauthorized being just come on board every night?" I hastily replied. "Don't worry, I have a plan." He walked closer to me, getting so close I could clearly tell how much taller he was, but he was responsible for the Anti-matter Legion, how could I just stand there? No, he would overpower me in an instant. However, There was a slight shyness as he got closer, he flicked my forehead. The words 'wake up' echoed through my brain as I woke up, covered in sweat and shaking slightly. I took a shower but the events of what happened last night didn't leave my mind. Was that just a dream? Or was that Nanook's doing? What the hell even happened? The mineral was still there, I remember picking it up and even the cooling sensation of the mineral, or a 'record' as he called it. I asked Dan Heng and March if they had heard anything last night, however, they were confused and simply concerned for me. If what he said last night is true, he will visit tonight, whether it's a dream or not, I had to get some answers out of him.     Once my head hit the head, I heard the singing again but this time I heard someone saying something, "Please be happy, Nanook..." but who was saying that exactly? Why was it so sad, and why did my heart feel so burdened as I heard those words? I got up once again, but this time, he was in my room. He was simply standing there, leaning against a bookshelf with his eyes closed. He was handsome and tall, and his scars only made his face sexier, my eyes slowly went down to his exposed abs, could he be any less sexy?! But this wasn't the time to think like that! "O-oh, you weren't kidding when you said you were going to visit tonight," I said. "Why wouldn't I? That record is important to me," still keeping his eyes closed. "What's even on it? For you to want it back so badly, it must be very important," I replied "I sense a bit of hostility from you, fine, how about I tell you a poem? As payment for my disturbance." "Well, what does that-" He had opened his eyes as he spoke those words. "Those amber eyes are so alluring, like gemstones, so clear, like tranquil waters. The clarity of those eyes, the dominating aura and the sensation of warmth. A beauty within those crystalline eyes, the kind scent he carried and the howl of his gaze. Finally, the shine he carried, would be received by a carefree soul." He was even smiling a little bit as he finished the poem. How could he be the Aeon of Destruction, all I had seen was the cold yet warm nature of this being, he was an Aeon no doubt, but what I had doubted was whether he was Nanook or not. But how could he be the one who wanted to destroy everything, what made him so angry to make this vow to the universe? "Well, that'll conclude my visit, you're about to wake up anyway." He said and once again stepped close to me, and he flicked my head once again. I woke up.     His visits lasted a few weeks, at first, I was a bit on guard, but despite his cold demeanour, he was a good person to talk to. We talked about my memory and how I didn't know who I was. I slowly started to enjoy his company. Until, he disappeared for many nights, without a message or word. While Mr. Yang and Himeko investigated the mystery of the 'record', I assisted where I could, however, I still didn't tell them about my weird nights with Nanook.  I opened my eyes, and there he was, but he was different. Something was wrong, he had just disappeared and I was a little mad but worry soon overtook me as I saw his form sunken to the floor, he was panting. I rushed to bring him to my bed, he was heavy but thankfully, he fit in just fine, he was groaning and panting. I placed my hand on his head, he was running a pretty bad fever, your touch seemed to have calmed him down as his expression seemed a bit relieved. "Akivili, please forgive me..." he said under his breath. Akivili? The Aeon who built the Astral Express? But how would they know- Just as you were thinking, his hand had stealthily wrapped around your neck and he dragged you into a passionate kiss. He was delirious from the fever, but his kiss was still good. Wait was he mistaking you for Akivili? But I simply went with his flow. Soon I was kissing him while on top of him, he was easily taking control of me but I wasn't complaining, I don't know why, but I want to relieve his pain and if this helps, I will do it. He soon breaks the kiss as both of us are panting, I clearly could feel his hard cock on my thigh, it felt huge, I took off my clothes and crawled back to his cock, taking off his clothing to reveal his giant size. He looked at me with pure lust but none of us said a word, I was just helping him, that's all... but I would be lying if I said I didn't like his kiss. We only had a limited amount of time, I had to get things done quickly. I looked up at him with that shyness from when we first met returning, I placed my hand on his hard cock and started slowly stroking it, having no prior experience, I didn't know what I was doing, but he started to groan in pleasure. "F-faster..." He commanded, I started to go slightly faster, just to tease him a little but his expression only grew redder as he tried to cover up his embarrassment. It was cute how shy he was. I finally put his cock in my mouth, but just the tip of it, I chose to tease him a bit more before I really started to get a move on. But he was growing impatient, he placed his hand on my head and started to push it down. It was a weird feeling to have his cock going into my throat, but it wasn't a bad feeling. I looked up once again to see his lustful eyes planning even more for me, I was pretty hard too, my cock was pushing against my pants. I was getting unbearably hot and I was getting just as impatient as he was, we were both reaching our limit and we wanted each other badly. "Hey, Nanook, I-" "No need to say anymore, being in this disgraceful position is annoying in itself." "Hey, I'm the one helping you-" Just as I said that, he lifted me by my waist and gently switched our positions, his scent was intoxicating and his gaze... oh Aeons, his gaze was penetrating every part of my being. Nothing else matter aside from him and I needed him inside me badly.  Just as I teased him, he was getting back at me. He had two fingers around my entrance, barely pushing them in, teasing every area except the place that I wanted, "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm gonna lose it," I whispered to him. "Oh, such vulgar language," he replied, it wasn't like me. This wasn't like me, to be this desperate, but why is it that he and I attract each other so well? I was twitching and moving, but his hands weren't. "Nanook, you're finally feeling better huh? You're such a tease-" "Relax, you're too tight," he said as he slowly pushed his fingers in. I gasped slightly as he finally entered with his fingers, but it wasn't enough. Not one bit. He smirked a little, as he was finally ready to enter and he slowly pushed into my entrance, my back arched as I let out a loud gasp. "F-fuck-" I slowly let out. But I wasn't the only one to be encapsulated by the pleasure, he grunted as he said, "Shall I move?" I slowly nodded into submission. He started to thrust into my hole, and with each thrust I let out a small gasp, moaning louder and louder with each one. Our scents, our noises and our movements were all in sync with one another.  Our night was still young, as we simply moved to pleasure each other despite being on a time limit. I simply wanted to take in his gentle nature, and for the last night that we spent together, we truly did.      I woke up once again. Just a little emptier than before, but I will never forget the words he said before he left. "One day our paths will cross again, and then I will tell you my story, and about this record of mine. Maybe then, Akivili will forgive me." The record also disappeared, and no one remembers it, except me. I will never forget our promise.

Post Report: Travel to Belobog!

['R_sei']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Caelus/March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang (Honkai: Star Rail)

Post-Canon, Slow Romance, Headcanon, Spoilers, POV First Person, Slightly crack, Male Protagonist

English

2023-05-02

Updated

2023-05-02

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['HikkiSama', 'Demnlex', 'Chris9908', 'DarkGreiga', 'Potatovermillion', 'MrMogi', 'Commander_Druson', 'june_again', 'Keyenuta67', 'Naz290', 'MeowWolf802', 'Unknown19']

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Astral Express Family Welt Yang: Good job, Caelus. Welt Yang: We finally helped Jarilo-Ⅵ. Caelus: Thank you, sir. I actually didn't help as much... Welt Yang: All three of you did a good job. Even though Jarilo-Ⅵ condition won't recover as soon as possible, our job in here is done. Himeko: Pom-Pom already finished the checks before our next travel. Let's go back to Express when you finished with the matters in Belobog. March 7th: Actually, Himeko... Caelus: We're going to look around Belobog for one last time. Dan Heng: Do I need to join too? March 7th: NOPE Caelus: No Himeko: What a coincidence. Himeko: [Smirk] Dan Heng: Okay. I will wait in Express. Ever since I arrive to this world, I don't remember who I am. I'm not sure who I am either, but I have the name "Caelus". Who am I might not be the matter in here, since I have something much better to do than just questioning myself. That is, "reaching the end of story with my own matters." It was a huge ride, not that I want to make the pun in here. Well, I just wake up out of nowhere, having the Stellaron inside me, fought some monsters, saving the world, and repeat one more time. For some reason, last night, March sent me a message instead of saying to me directly... March 7th: Hey, Caelus Caelus: ? March 7th: Uh... I'm... Caelus: ??????? Caelus: I will stuff you inside that ice again if you keep delaying my sleep March 7th: >:( March 7th: Thanks for last time. Caelus: Oh, that? Well, I just don't want you to get hurt. March 7th: Just that? Caelus: ...What else then? March 7th: You know... aren't you attracted with girls? Caelus: I would be lying if I say no. March 7th: Forget that. March 7th: I want to thank you for what you did back then. March 7th: So... how about having another holiday at Belobog? Caelus: Wait, again? Caelus: I thought we already look at around Belobog with Dan Heng too March 7th: Sheesh, Caelus. It's just two of us! Caelus: Hold on. Are you saying we're dating? March 7th: Tomorrow. Deal. Caelus: I HAVEN'T SAID YES YET Caelus: MARCH????? (Outgoing call to March 7th rejected) (Outgoing call to March 7th rejected) Caelus: .........Sure then. Have a nice sleep, March. So... I think I'm forced to have a date with March. Now, with the preparations done, I go outside of the Goethe Hotel room, and greet March who just wake up, too. I think? "Morning, March," I greet her. A cute girl always looks cute regardless on what are they doing, so does her. "Hoaaah.... Morning, Caelus. How's your sleep?" she asks to me. Sometimes she rubs her eyes just to clean it. "Never been so well," I reply. "Surprising for a girl like you to get tired." "Hey, I haven't sleep in days. It's normal for me to get tired!" March yells at me. I've never been yelled this hard from a girl, let alone from March. "It's still early morning, so... where should we go?" I ask her, while opening my arms gesturing the question. "Hmm... how about we go to the monument first? You know, taking pictures at all around Belobog," she raises her index finger up, giving me an idea on what to do first. "That sounds like a plan!" I agree with her. Now, with all preparations ready, we're going out to venture through Belobog, for one last time. After we meet Dan Heng and get rid of him from our vision, we finally have the time needed to go to Belobog's Overworld. We step out from Goethe Hotel, and smell the fresh, freezing scent of ice outside. March who apparently already used to it for unsure how many years get used to the cold still looks happy with it. I guess she does have finite stamina to stay positive. Being positive itself is already draining my sanity, I appreciate her for that. "Look, Caelus. It seems that Underworld people are really looking at around the monument," March exclaims to me, while her index finger pointing to the Everwinter Monument. Of course, she is right. The barrier separating Overworld and Underworld is gone, so people at Underworld visited Overworld to smell the scent of freedom, after 10 years being isolated. It's not an easy feat, but we helped both people there. Hopefully they can live the better life after all we do. "They haven't go out to Overworld for 10 years, March. They definitely excited for it," I say. I fold my arm above, holding my chin to think what would Underworlder think when they visit Overworld for the first time. "Kids will know the sky above the cave, and adults will once again enjoy the freedom on it." "Can't we just move the Underworlder to up?" she asks to me, looking to me. That's a difficult question. Think about it... "Who will mine for Geomarrow, then?" "Ah, you're right, Caelus," she responds, while smiling to me. Is this really a date, though? "Why we don't take a picture in front of the statue? It will be a great picture to put on your collage-" Before I even finished my words, she stares at me. "Huh? Did you enter my room without permission?" I thought I already ruined the date. "March, you didn't even lock your cabin. How can I be accused to barge into your room if you kept it unlocked?" "Well, because I don't like to?" At that moment, I land a soft smack over her head. She's short enough for me that I don't feel any difficulty hitting her head. "H-hey, what was that for?!" she yelps, then rubs her head. She looks cute when angry, too. I might develop diabetes if I keep staring her face. "That's for your carelessness, March. Treat your own cabin as your room," I remind her. I chuckle a bit looking at her reaction, then quickly pat her head, just in case I break her soft head. "As an apology, how about we take a picture there? You can take me anywhere you go, though," I suggest. At least please don't bring me to bed. "S-sure, why not?" she mutters. Why she immediately stammered? "A-anyway, let's go there! The faster we go, the more places we can visit!" We take our way down from Goethe Hotel, and visit the Everwinter Monument which is just very few minutes of walking. The moment we arrive at the monument, it feels different. It really feels different compared to our first visit there—if that even counts. It's warm now, even though the eternal freeze still piercing the poor bone of the people. Though it's unfair since we're blessed as the Trailblazers, so that coldness is nothing for us. "Caelus, you know how to use this camera?" she asks to me, showing her camera. This thing should be able to make a physical copy of the pictures we take. I'm fascinated with the ancient technology March kept carrying on. "Just press there?" I ask back, unsure how. I point my index towards the obvious button, that should be the capture button. We're already have this phone, so... why bother using this camera? "Yeah, and the picture paper will show up. You then just swing the paper and it will develop itself. Cool, right?" she explains, while smiling towards me. Why I feel like she can read my thought? "Back then, people use this to take a picture. It's a priceless item, and luckily this camera already upgraded so it also keep the digital copy of the picture." That means, we should just use phone instead. But whatever, I can't show my disinterest towards her. Instead, I look forward and interested with that. "Well, then stand right there. I'll take the picture," I instruct her. She stands up just right in front of the statue, but not too close so I can capture both of it. With a count, I say again to March, "Say 'peace' in three... two... one..." "Peace!" An audible camera sound can be heard. It really pops out a paper, so I take the paper and swing it as March instructed. Slowly but sure, it really captures the same vision like I saw. A cute, beautiful figure, standing in front of the memorial statue where people of Belobog marks their start of survival. It doesn't look picture perfect like what my eyes seen, but something charming with the camera makes me thinking. Back then, people might use this and really captured a perfect moment, an awkward moment, or unexpected moment with it. It really isn't merciful as the digital camera. One shot, one result. They can't edit it either. But that what makes this camera memorable. It feels like the magic is in front of my eyes. Even though "magic" is common thing we use, this one felt so... special. "How does it look?" she asks me, demanding the paper I just developed earlier. She witnesses herself looking cute, which is always how she looks in front of everyone. "March, have you ever considered adding 'Cute' as your middle name?" "That's so funny, Caelus. Now let's take a turn, you stand there, okay?" I failed to make a joke to impress her. But she doesn't look mad at me. "Yeah... Dan Heng was right." "Snap out of it, Caelus. What did Dan Heng said to you?" she questions me. Now she looks angry for real. Either way, I give her camera back and now it's my turn to get pictured. "So... how should I pose? This?" I ask her, while folding my arms on front of my chest. I look like some sort of businessman, except my clothes doesn't look anything close to them. "Hmm, maybe something else? It looks lame though. Who are you, a boomer?" she ridicules me. She still doesn't look impressed with me. "What is a boomer?" I ask again. "Wait, are you telling me because I have Stellaron inside me, I'm a 'boomer'?" "Caelus, I don't even try to make any jokes. Your taste is so old. How old are you anyway?" Oh. So she isn't joking this time. When she asks about my age, I'm not sure how to answer it. "I forgot my age. How about you?" I ask her back. "Well, me too. All I know was I was frozen inside the ice and saved by someone," she replies. So basically we forgot our own age. "Anyway, let's continue taking pictures. How about this pose?" She directs me and moves my limbs like a mannequin. I'm not sure what pose is that but I just follow it. Don't forget with the smile, too. We almost wasted one hour or more just to take pictures from various places; Eversummer Florist, Neverwinter Workshop, Goethe Hotel, in front of the stopping tram, the fountain, the Underworld train entrance, and much more. Oh right, also next to the Silvermane Guard where we make fun of them by poking the feathers on top of their metal helmet. "Say 'peace' in three... two... one..." March instructs me. "Peace—" "WATCH YOUR MANNERS!" that Silvermane Guard who was remained idle shouts at me. He really shouts hard enough that my eardrum rings. "W-whoa, sorry mister Guard, we're leaving!" With that, we're running away just like how we were chased before, until we decided to call it quits and go to nearest restaurant... if there is any.

Danmarch <3

['Cyrus_Strvew']

General Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/March 7th/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-02

Updated

2023-05-02

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Seems like march couldnt sleep, wonder what woke her up huh.. One night, Suddenly March 7th woken up in the night from a loud thud, she suspects nothing of it, but as she kept trying to sleep, she kept hearing it again and again, as she wanted to ignore it, she heard a loud scream, she  rose up quickly from her bed and grabbed her bow to make sure if it was a suprise attack, she saw Dan Heng trying to fight some intruders but they took his weapon and he was injured very badly. "Dan heng!?" She spoke She quickly tried to defeat the intruders, but to no avail she was cornered, unfortunately, it was only her and dan heng in the ship, as the others were going on a mission, she tried to come up with a plan, but as she tried to, dan heng quickly slashed the enemies before they could hurt march 7th. " Are you okay march?" Dan heng spoke. "Yeah... I think so, How did u manage to get injured so badly?!" March 7th said "Its not the problem here, we should go heal up". They went to grab a snack or 2 in march's hidden cabinet of snacks under her bed, as march began to chomp down on her hickory sticks, she saw dan heng admiring her "Do u not want any dannie?" "Its fine, im full." As she finished her hickory sticks, she asked dan heng, if he could politely get out of her room " U can get out of my room now, im sleepy, but if u want to stay u can play with ur phone" "I want to be here and admire you."Dan heng couldn't believe he said that and wanted to jump of a building . "Eh?, I thought u had insomnia, but oki!!" As dan and march begin to get into the bed, march passed out due to her tiredness, and while dan .... Well, he was just staring at her, In the morning as march woke up, dan was still there, but sleeping?She found it interesting that he is sleeping, even tho he has insomnia and didnt sleep a lot, but she doesn't mind cause it was the best sleep she has gotten in weeks! As dan heng woke up, he noticed march wasnt there, as he arose from the bed, he saw march changing into her clothing, dan quickly put his hands on his eyes to not see march's body, as he took his hands off his eyes, march suddenly was in his face, very closely "Cmon dannie!, I want to go take some pictures of the city!" March excitedly squeeled "Alright, let me take a shower first tho .."   ♡ .The End. ♡                        Seems like march 7th took way too many pictures.. When Dan finished his shower, March then excitedly ran up to dan and took him by the hand whilst running out of the ship and going into the city, Whilst march was busy finding a picture spot, dan was following her and amused at the fact she was so clumsy, March Finally found the perfect spot!, While trying to capture a photo she accidentally tripped on a piece of trash " AAAAAAAA!!! " March screamed " Hold on there march.. " while holding her and Trying to balance her She thanked dan as this was very embarrassing to her Even tho she has tripped infront of dan Heng many Times before, when they were done taking pictures of each other, she saw a skating rink free of charge. " Can we pleaseeee go skating dannie?" She pouted her mouth and looked like a sad dog Dan heng sighed, "Fine, dont go to fast or you'll trip and injure yourself" "Yay!, Lets go dannie!" She ran towards the skating rink as she held dan heng's arm. before entering the rink she decidedTo take a couple pictures of the rink just incase, as dan puts on march's skates on because she couldn't fit them, march decided to take another picture cause she thought dan looked cute, as they were in the rink dan heng had to teach march how to skate since she didn't know how to " And this is how you-" " WAAAAH!" March suddenly fell on her behind and she didnt want dan to see it but she crying " Stop crying." Dan whispers in her ears and kissed her in the cheeks. They decided to stop skating and go back to take pictures instead & Fast forward 2 hours later... & " Eh?, My camera wont take pictures?, Dannie can u help me!" " I think u took too many pictures, ill buy you a camera dont worry march." "Thank you dannie ! ^^" They went back to the ship as dan was hungry as he didnt like to eat outside,March decided to take a nap while dan heng was playing with his phone in March's room. 🌸.The end.🌸 March is hungry Might butcher some Italian but screw you When march 7th woke up she was looking around the room for dan heng , she didnt seem to find him, oh well, hes probably doing a mission, she went out of her bed to go take a shower and get ready to go eat elsewhere, after she was done showering , she went to go ask himeko where dan Heng was. "Himeko!" "Yes march?, Do u need anything dear?" "Do u know where dannie- i mean dan heng is?" "Dan Heng?, I don't know march, he said hes going outside." March thinks thinks to herself /why would dan heng go outside if he wasnt on a mission..\ "Oh okay!, Thanks himeko!" "No problem dear ^^" She wonders around the ship to maybe find dan heng, in the middle of searching, her stomach rumbles in hunger, " Huh... I should go eat somewhere, I think i know the perfect stop!" She dashed out of the ship as quickly as possible and went out to the bustling city to find a good restaurant to stop by, she found a little pasta restaurant called "I'l É Chápo" so she decided to go into there not expecting a surprise... "DANNIE?!?1!" She yelled, but luckily there was no one there but her and a worker.. "Oh, hello march." "You didnt tell me you worked here!" "Anyways, can i get a Charlot Spaghetti?" "Alright, that will be 400 credits please." She reached her pocket to find only 200 credits, she sighed, and said to dan heng "Awhh... I dont have enough credits for it, ill see u soon dan-" "ill buy it for you then" "REALLY??, Awhh thank you dannie ^^, your the best" She sat there waiting for her spaghetti while looking through the messages on "Astral Express Family" And laughing at welt's dry messages when she hears... "One Charlot Spaghetti." "Mee!!!" As she gobbles down the spaghetti while looking at instarail ( dont copyright me Instragram>:[ ), she finished the meal, as she was drinking water, she could spot dan heng looking at her, she didnt think too much of it, and decided to ask Dan Heng, to come back to the ship "Dannie-" As she said that himeko giggles at the name she has given dan Heng "Awh, young love" March 7th blushed and ran away embarrassed.. Back at the ship 3 hours later... March 7th was playing with her phone, as she hears a familiar voice in the distance, "DANNIE!!!, I MISS YOU!" She hugged dan heng After their reunion,they decided to watch a movie and wait for a mission or 2... 🌸. The End .🌸 They seem to be excited huh? After 2 hours of playing video games and watching a movie, they FINALLY got a mission together, The mission was to be on the look out for the city whilst night time, They both thought it would be a easy task since their both strong and have been training with trailblazer for a while, they went to the city, not to be expecting something very odd happening to them ... Whilst dan was waiting for an enemy he saw a person selling drinks on the side of the road, wouldn't hurt to support a old man right, or so he thought, he walked up to the old man and asked "What drinks-" "DANNIE WATCH OUT, BEHIND YOU" march yelled and ran towards him Not knowing what was gonna happen, dan quickly pulled out his spear but it was too late... They woke up in a dark room, march was afraid of the dark, so she panicked a lot "W-w-where are we?!" "They might have kidnapped us, dont worry march." "IM SCARED DANNIE!!" she ran towards dan Heng and hugged him really tight "I DONT WANNA DIE LIKE THIS (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)" she screamed out of fear. "Calm down march, we'll figure this out sooner or later" Luckily dan heng had his phone in his pocket, he pulled it out and turned on the flashlight, they seemed to be in a cell, there was some bars and a door, dan heng walked towards it but remembered about march, she was extremely afraid of the dark, and on most nights she had to sleep with dan heng, so he grabbed march's arm and walked towards the bars "Shit, were locked in here, march do u have a lockpick or a bobby pin?" "Y-y-yes... Here you go dannie.." she hands him her flower pin that she always wore, dan heng felt bad as she wouldn't be able to use it after this, so he just might buy her a new pin or 2 after this... After a few minutes dan heng unlocked it!, March ran outside grabbing dan heng's arm as if they were running for something . "WERE FREE DANNIE!!" She hugged him tightly and had a soft yet excited expression. "Lets go buy you a new pin now okay?, And you can buy anything you want to for being a great girlf-, friend." "REALLY?!, CMON LETS GO DANNIE!!" She ran to the shops .. 🌸🍁 The End. 🍁🌸   Hello there, this is cyrus, i am really sorry for not posting, i had a lot of events in my way and my arm almost broke, but i hope you guys enjoy this part that's all from me, Bye! ♡ ~♪

Bug Alert

['daeneryssed']

Mature

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Blade/Danheng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Drabble, Fluff and Humor, Written Before 1.2 Update (Honkai: Star Rail), Past Blade and Dan Heng

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

803

1/1

4

331

43

3,436

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[]

  Prompt: Blade having to comfort Dan Heng because Dan Heng just encountered a very large, unpleasant bug outside that scared them.   Includes minor leak content.   The space-faring ships of the Xianzhou alliance are truly a marvel to behold; the architecture, the scale, the military might, and of course, the closed ecosystem that its scientists have created to mimic that of a full planet. Aside from the conspicuous lack of a sun or moon, standing on its decks, you could convince yourself that you are on just another world. At least, that was what Dan Heng had thought. Now that he is actually on a planet, he realises his naivety. For one, the climate on this planet is much more unpredictable. For another, its flora is not so carefully manicured. But most importantly, there are bugs on this planet. Dan Heng scrunches his nose in distaste as he eyes the long, green, stick-like insect right outside the glass door of their current abode, then shoots a look of resentment at Ren, who is blissfully unaware of Dan Heng's predicament and is carefully going over their mission scrolls again. A few minutes roll by before Ren finally catches on that something may be amiss. "I thought you wanted to go for a walk?" Dan Heng huffs. "Yes." "But you are still here." Ren puts down his scroll and looks up, one eyebrow quirked up questioningly. Handsome, Dan Heng finds himself thinking before he can snatch the thought and bury it. "I'm going," he declares forcefully, standing up. This is ridiculous anyway. He is the Imbibitor Lunae, High Elder of his clan, a famed warrior. He will not be defeated by a bug. His expression turns resentful again when he sees Ren return to his scroll with a small shrug, but he shakes it off. He will not fear the bug and he does not need Ren with him to face it down. With a dignified upturn of his chin, he yanks the door open and steps out. Only for the insect to jump on his arm. Dan Heng will later deny, no matter Ren's laughing insistence, that he let out a scream, or a yelp, or any sort of unbecoming noise. All he accepts is that he had gently shaken off the insect ("I thought you were attacking your own arm"), calmly returned indoors ("you slammed the door until the glass nearly shattered") and returned to his room ("you were nearly running"). Dan Heng is angrily packing his things, not because he actually plans to return to the ship but just to give himself something to do other than think of the disgusting feel of that bug on his arm, when he hears the front door open and then shortly after close again. So Ren finally decided to move. It's not long before Ren follows him into the room. Dan Heng can see the amusement on his face and knows right away he has seen the bug. "Don't—" "Defeated by a bug?" Ren manages to say before Dan Heng can intercept him. He grits his teeth. "Of course not. I just changed my mind about the walk." Ren hums amiably, which only irritates Dan Heng further. He realises he has been shuffling the same three things around in his bag for the past minute. "It's not harmful," Ren continues. "I'm not scared of a bug." "It just looks frightening." "I said, I'm not—" This time, it is Ren's hand on head that cuts him off. Dan Heng looks up at him, startled. Ren's hand is moving. He's...petting him? Stroking his hair? Whatever it is, his long fingers weave gently through Dan Heng's hair, his expression unbearably fond. Unbearably, because it is making Dan Heng's face flush, and his pale skin is incapable of hiding said flush, and he doesn't want Ren to see said flush. It feels too much too handle, when Dan Heng himself doesn't know what to do with these emotions that his friend evokes in him. Ren doesn't comment on it though. He only continues to stroke Dan Heng's head. The gesture is comforting and it's not long before the tension in Dan Heng's body eases, all thoughts of the bug filtering away. "I got rid of it," Ren says simply. Dan Heng can't help the small smile that tugs at his lips. He ducks his head, trying to hide it, and only gives a small nod, a silent thank you. Apparently satisfied, Ren's hand drops back to his side, and Dan Heng wishes the fear had lasted a little longer if it means Ren's hands remained on him. He shoves the thought away. How silly. "Come for a walk with me?" he asks instead, and the smile he receives from Ren is enough to make up for everything else. "Always."    

Don’t Hide From Me (Trust Me)

['Ravenia']

General Audiences

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, developing feelings, Guilt, soft fluff, Feels

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,031

1/1

12

811

66

7,283

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[]

“Natasha, I’m fine, really.” At the sound of the familiar voice, Dan Heng paused in his tracks. “You’re not,” came the doctor’s sharp rejoinder. “And I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but you can’t keep doing this. You’re lucky you didn’t die.” It was as if a bucket of icy water had fallen over him, a frown crossing his features as his mind raced, trying to recall if they had faced any combat or life-threatening situations lately. All three of them had been trying to be better at communicating ever since Stelle went out to Rivet Town with Seele and Bronya without telling them. And despite not knowing her for very long, it was hard not to trust someone who quite literally tried to save them all from the giant Disaster Beast back at the station at the cost of their life. A small pause ensued, before being followed by: “Do Dan Heng or March know?” Know? What had she been keeping from them? Before he knew it, he had opened the door and entered the room, crossing over to where the pair were in long, steady strides. “Know what?”   XXXXXX   Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Dan Heng entering the room, an inscrutable expression on his face. One of her fears had come true, it seemed: he’d heard the conversation, or at least a part of it. And now, she couldn’t run. Sensing the impending confrontation, Natasha’s gaze flickered between the pair of them before moving to leave them alone. “I’ll see you later.” His emerald jade gaze was steady and unflinching, watching her as he waited for a reply. Her answer. An answer. Ah, how she wanted to not answer his question. To deflect it. But considering that he had already overheard the conversation and his relentless personality, she knew he wouldn’t let it go. “I was injured during the last mission,” she finally admitted. His eyes narrowed. “Where?” A small sigh left her. Seeing the subtle clench in his jaw and stubbornness in his gaze, she reluctantly shrugged off the jacket to lift off a portion of her shirt to show off the wrapped bandages around her waist. “It’s my ribs. They’re not broken,” Stelle said hastily at his darkening expression upon seeing them. “Just bruised. It was from the battle with some of the Fragmentum earlier.” A small pause ensued, and she tried for a half-smile. “...at least I didn’t fall off this time?” At the mention of that battle, his hands clenched unconsciously as his mind flashed to the moment when he had saw her fall off with shards of ice embedded in her chest like a mannequin in a macabre show, plummeting down from a devastating height. The shock and terror mingled with an unfamiliar emotion that surged through him at the sight. Citrine eyes widened as his next action took her by surprise: him gradually approaching closer and carefully checking the bandages. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers long and slim – reminding her of how he sifted through the books in the archives with the utmost care. How he navigated the datapads with seamless ease. It was surprisingly...intimate. Almost as if... She winced as he pressed his fingers against the wound. “Sorry,” was the quiet murmur. “It’s fine.” A wry smile touched her face. “It’s just sore. Natasha got rid of most of the pain.” Glancing up, it seemed that Dan Heng’s gaze was unusually intense, searching her features intently for something she wasn’t quite sure about. It was a few more seconds before he relented, the slightest of tension leaving his body. “Why didn’t you tell us?” She avoided his gaze, focusing on a spot on the wall to evade his scrutiny. One. Two. Three. “Stelle.” The tinge of frustration and concern in his voice startled her, making her look at him. He was close, she realized – the proximity between the two of them all but scant. So close that she could practically touch him. A little traitorous thought that Dan Heng looked unfairly attractive, with his piercing jade eyes and handsome features framed by dark hair. The way he carried himself was simply an added bonus. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had attracted many, though for some reason that thought made her just a little bit annoyed. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Her trail of thoughts broke at the sound of his voice and she hesitated. “...I didn’t want to worry anyone,” were the words that eventually left her mouth, the guilt intensifying at his next comment. He raised an eyebrow. “Considering how our missions usually go, you would have ended up worrying us anyway.” Stelle opened her mouth to protest but then he said: “Disaster Beast.” Referring to when she had recklessly thrown herself in the way protecting March 7th during their first encounter. She looked away, another shot of guilt piercing through her. Uncharacteristically, the man let out a sigh. “At least let us know about it. If you don’t want March to know... at least me.” “I’ll let the others know.” When he started to move, she caught his wrist. “Wait, Dan Heng -” As his gaze met hers, a sudden, inexplicable atmosphere fell over the both of them. It was delicate, yet charged with something he couldn’t quite name but yet sent his heart thumping as time slowed to a trickle, a standstill. Something, that a part of him knew, that would be etched in his mind. “I’m sorry,” Stelle said quietly, unusually serious – a contrast from her typical carefree nature. “I didn’t mean to worry you. And I do trust you.” She was...close. The scent of her shampoo drifted through the air, the atmosphere intensifying as he realized her proximity near him. Usually one for keeping others at a distance, surprisingly, he didn’t mind it...her – much. Stelle was...well, Stelle, he supposed. His breath caught as she let go of his wrist, instead reaching up to kiss him on the cheek – the motion making him freeze. It took all that he had to retain his composure while a small, genuine smile curved around her lips. “Thanks.”

Uncontrollable

['lewdscalf (vinetini)']

Explicit

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Blade/Dan Feng | Previous Imbibitor Lunae/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Feng | Previous Imbibitor Lunae (Honkai: Star Rail)

Breeding Kink, Short, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Honkai: Star Rail Spoilers

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

641

1/1

4

552

62

15,193

['kunishiki', 'muffinss', 'charlemagnes_sheep', 'Loulu2002', 'Hyperion86', 'AstoriaValdez', 'ToxDragon1221', 'AimyValley', 'Zelayan', 'Mavrakss', 'huputmeinthiscoffin', 'sillynono', 'ScarlettLeona', 'WolfGirlRin', 'Zaebalaetaebatoria', 'myunrulylife', 'sanri0miku', 'KhalidNamikaze2022', 'Anonymous_Reader_4D7', 'Chulips', 'HoeforViktor', 'yovendaa', 'mitiara', 'NintendoKirby64', 'I_Love_Reading', 'StarBreaker', 'Ysoria', 'Mochachino12345', 'floreda_ri', 'DeviantBlackCat', 'AnyaNekoFTW', 'kamalaordamienetteships', 'Tyclove', 'losthymns', 'tobionoot', 'Violetviolet123', 'Lunakkao', 'GlitchedAndreas', 'ElsaIrasa', 'vanjay', 'Op_GamerGirl25', 'Sazanami', 'Shiba6', 'Darkmoonwolf23', 'AJPlayz562', 'Aerographer', 'pokermaniac039', 'fsadeeda45', 'UserHazyn', 'J_ANNette']

[]

You felt like you were being eaten alive, and you had very few complaints about it. You had been curious to see what changes would happen to Dan Heng when you saw his new, more draconic form; he had always been beautiful, but now he had an added elegance to him that practically dripped off in waves. Little did you know that the longer hair, ears and horns weren't just for show - he was experiencing biological changes internally. Speaking of internally- "Ah, Dan Heng....!" You moaned and gasped as he slammed into you again, his thick draconian cock sliding against your sensitive walls. You looked up at him in a daze, barely able to concentrate from the pleasure. His beautiful black hair was flowing in thick waves around him, golden earrings glimmering in his long ears as he lost himself in your warm embrace. His eyes were screwed shut, sweet little gasps and grunts escaping his mouth as he thrust in, cheeks deliciously pink. You almost wish you could slow down a little to enjoy the view, but the way he was fucking you was bordering on desperate. You had to tighten your hold around the back of his neck as he continued to pound in. "Ah... forgive me, my love. My urges... they're so strong at the moment" he murmured under his breath, a bead of sweat sliding down his neck. You groaned at the words, tangling your hands in his soft hair. "Ah, I don't care, just keep going!" you hissed, loving the wet slide of his cock in your pussy. "I need-" He cut himself off, face red. "Need...?" you tried to respond, attempting to focus past the pleasure. To your annoyance he slowed down, an unsure expression across his face. His crystalline eyes slid over to your lower stomach, gaze hungry, and you suddenly understood. "You wanna come in me, Heng~?" you teased breathlessly, a smile on your face at his embarrassment. Still he did not deny it, eyes asking for permission. Vidyadhara might not mate like human beings did, but it was clear what he desperately wanted. "Hey, I picked up some good birth control on that last planet we visited. So...." You leaned up and whispered in his ear, feeling mischievous. "You can try and knock me up all you like." The words had barely left your mouth when he doubled over even further, almost folding you in half against the bed while huffing against your neck, desperate moans leaving his mouth. You had to hold back a scream, the pressure below your belly heating up and ready to explode. "You're mine... I'll fill you up... all swollen for me!" he half-moaned half-slurred against your neck, moaning and panting with abandon. You'd never heard him talk like this, and you weren't going to complain. A particular hard thrust sent you over the edge, your body clenching with pleasure washing through you as you moaned into his long ears, hands tightening around his back. You felt him shiver, before he followed in suit - warm sticky seed flooding your walls. You gasped and groaned at the full sensation of him trying to fill you up, your sensitive hole clenching at the warm sensation. He fell boneless onto the bed beside you, looking exhausted but contented. You hummed happily and wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck. "I feel like I saw a different Dan Heng tonight~" you said cheekily, smiling at his embarrassed flush. "My control can sometimes be compromised in this form. It's nothing I had to deal with often...until I met you." Now it was your turn to blush as he brushed a kiss against the back of your hand, his cool eyes showing an underlying glitter of warmth. Horns or no... he was still the man you fell in love with.

Orders And Promises

['timeless003']

General Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Fluff

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,461

1/1

13

787

64

6,486

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[]

Caelus doesn’t know why he said it. He wants to go to the nearest bin and hide in it , And then he can come out when the coast is clear , or maybe when Dan Heng leaves.     But he cant ever avoid Dan Heng always right?       “Look at you~ shooting out orders.” Dan Heng is looking at him with the same closed off disinterested expression but something in those eyes shifts and Caelus  suddenly feels as if he should be running.   “Shut up  , Caelus”   This one is definitely a order from Dan Heng. To outsiders this may seem hostile , heck even to Caelus it seemed like Dan Heng had enough of Caelus’s teasing. But …   Caelus swallows and although he doesn’t even know that he’s going to get the powers of preservation later on , he’s going to guarantee you that , that’s how it felt when he heard Dan Heng’s order.   It felt like something was burning in his chest , threatening to engulf him if he didn’t cradle it in his hands. It made him want to yield and he definitely did shut up, eyes not lowering but looking at Dan Heng’s nose instead of his eyes.   It kept him on his toes , running and alive.   Caelus's glance moved down to Dan Heng’s lips for a moment and he could swear that there was a smirk there. A small fleeting one but it was there. Caelus looked back up and he felt his throat click dryly as he swallowed.     The smirk and the satisfaction in Dan Heng’s eyes were forever burned into the very core of his being.   And so , to save his face because that’s all Caelus could do in retaliation, he starts talking after he recovers from whatever trance Dan Heng put him in. Caelus laughs and goes back to talking and teasing. Only this time it isn’t Dan Heng who he teases. He doesn’t look at Dan Heng for rest of the day and till he finds Arlan.         Caelus wants to forget but he doesn’t. Just like how when given a brand new toy , a child will be fixated on it , till its either done destroying it or is bored of it , caelus stays fixated on that moment.   He cant deny that he wants to experience it again.   Because there’s a third way a child moves from the fixation of one toy. It gets a better and new one.   And so what he does is walk into the lion’s den. The library although having books and records within every inch of its space is still very clean and well organized , excusing the occasional and usual book or scroll that’s left here and there. Caelus’s hand is on the doorknob and he’s standing right in between the room and the hallway.   Dan Heng looks up from where he is, in front of a bookshelf. His fingers are poised over a book, neatly tucked on the shelf as if he’s either just done putting it there or was about to pull it out. When he sees Caelus, he does neither and instead,  turns to face Caelus. He’s relaxed and at home among the priced books and records.   Its like watching a cat basking languidly in the sunlight from its favorite spot.    He tilts his head as if regarding Caelus and  wondering why the other is here.   Caelus wants to definitely bolt this time. And he’s considering the idea, when Dan Heng breaks his flight and flight inner monologue and decides for him.   “Come in”   Caelus listens to Dan Heng and comes.   “what do you want, Caelus?”   Caelus wonders that too about himself. What does he want ?   “I…”   Dan Heng’s still watching him , silent as always. Even though he’s a bit intimidating right now , he’s …not like what he was earlier. There isn’t that gleam that was there earlier that had Caelus wanting to .. shut up for lack of a better word or a sentence.   The better sentence was ‘ that had him wanting to kneel ’   Dan Heng has his eyebrow raised , and now Caelus just wants to disappear into the ground instead of the dustbin.     “Come here, Caelus”     Caelus’s eyes widen and he has no doubt he looks like someone caught thinking something they shouldn’t be. Dan Heng while Caelus was lost in his thoughts, had chosen to lean against the bookshelf behind him , as if patiently waiting for Caelus to come back to earth from his thoughts. He has his arms crossed over his chest and is now looking at him as if Caelus has captured all of his attention.   He also looks like he doesn’t like that Caelus is ignoring him , because his eyes are darker and peircing , and they arent letting Caelus look away trapping him in that moment. Their about to swallow Caelus whole in a sea of grey storms and turquoise waves . Hes going to drown and he doesn’t want to stop it from happening.     “Don’t make me repeat myself”     It makes Caelus’s knees weak. He stumbles forward , mind blank and a shaky nod , the only evidence he’s heard Dan Heng. He doesn’t know how close he moves , but he’s close enough that Dan Heng can comfortably stand straight and lean forward.   He leans forward , and he’s so close   Close enough that Caelus can feel his breath against his cheek and he’s moving further in while Caelus stays rooted to the spot in anticipation. His lips are barely brushing the shell of Caelus’s ear ,yet its making him feel giddy. The room is nothing but a forgotten background, while Caelus’s heart which has reached a fever pitch in his ears is a background noise even though it is beating faster than it ever did. He feels Dan Heng’s fingers against his nape, curling there in the strands at the base and tugging lightly. That tug is enough to tilt Caelus’s head back to expose his throat. Dan Heng breathes in before he’s breathing out again , against Caelus’s shoulder and-   “..sorry. there’s something in your hair. ”   …Wait what?   Dan heng is still close , but he’s already pulling away and he flicks something away so fast that Caelus doesn’t see what it is   Or was there something in Dan Heng’s fingers in the first place?    Caelus’s must look like a pigeon because he stares at Dan Heng stupidly and then at Dan Heng’s fingers.   “ Oh and can you look over these papers for me? It’s a report of our journey in  Belobog for Miss Himeko.”   Dan Heng moves back to the shelf, turning around with his back to Caelus for a moment and then he is handing a thin stack of papers Caelus, who takes it wordlessly.   Caelus is dumbfounded.   …maybe he should have taken Cocolia’s blow and just- He nods quickly, already turning around and ready to stride out of the compartment before he thinks anything or does something more embarrassing. He reaches the door back turned towards Dan Heng , fingers clutching the papers so hard he’s crumbling them. His fingers are shaking when they curl around the knob and he’s barely taken a breath in , to process what just happened when he’s hearing Dan Heng speak again.   “Caelus”   Of course Caelus is once against rooted to the ground.   He hears light steps and Dan Heng is right behind him merely a few inches away because Caelus can feel his chest brush against his back. The other’s hand reaches around him to touch the door knob , and they encase Caelus’s which are already on it , sort of interwining over his own.     Does Dan heng realise what he’s done… doing to Caelus? Does his heart beat as fast as Caelus’s?     Caelus is tempted to just rest his forehead against the polished wood and he wants Dan Heng’s lips which he can feel against his nape to just touch. He doesn’t want to escape because-   He doesn’t want to leave.    He feels Dan Heng’s exhale against his nape as he speaks which sends something down Caelus’s spine , where it twists and turns enough to make him realize that his toes are curling even though he is standing , before it finally settles like a blazing inferno in his stomach.     “Take care. Ill come by tonight to take them back”     It’s a promise.     The door opens and Caelus dosent look back into the library. He instead runs.         March , moments later appears in the doorway   “hey- did you see Caelus? He was as red as a crab shell that’s been steame-“   She takes one look at Dan Heng and slowly trails off , her lips turning up into a concerning wide grin. It’s a few moments of peace before Dan Heng hears her sing song voice   “ Dan Heng and Caelus ~ sitting on a tree ~ k i s s i-“   He shuts the door in her face.        

Rest for I am here

['Zaphyrus (wolfhunter777)']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff, Astral Express, Cuddling & Snuggling, Caelus is a little shit

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,111

1/1

12

903

89

7,076

['Soul_Jocker', 'adorozatorumary', 'sp00k3s', 'baaiyiayoo', 'Goompyeager', 'RainySho', 'Silent_butterfly', 'voxdivine', 'Sapphire_82', 'amakiel', 'Astella24', 'Umi1404', 'Candy_4MA1', 'cashregisterelectric', 'a_monochrome_iris', 'ShuichiKinny', 'xxyikesx', 'meadowaries', 'Sunrise_0o5', 'A_E_09', 'taffygirl13', 'authortobias', 'Azusaya12', 'Marammm', 'forrestyx', 'XxArantxaxX', 'YouCanChangeYourUserNameOnceEvery7Days', 'Fairycookie', 'Yankees', 'Archonadeptus', 'colourmeblack', 'melodicy', 'akaje', 'miya_kosaha', 'pumpkin_leaves', 'byelog', 'beomajesty', 'Uraza', 'Blanq', 'Kaiisleepy', 'N3ightmare', 'jinnie_cutie', 'AkornCove', 'Asmodeus09', 'Arika_Bathory', 'Shiny_Cr0w', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'blamethehero', 'LupaAltrecation', 'meowsatyou']

[]

Amidst the sea of stars, the Astral Express lay silent. The planet below remained unaware of its guest even if the few denizens in it knew of the people it held. The Astral Express was meant to leave soon but not yet, and so it continued to orbit around the white planet. Within its confines, the people rested until it was time for their departure. Dan Heng scrolled through the text he was reading, a document he and the other trailblazers picked up when they were traipsing Belobog. It was a blurb of the city’s history, only a few thousand words long, so in theory, it should not take him too long to read it… Yet, his mind drifted away from the words on the screen. He should put his mind to the document again. His eyes have been reading the words but his brain was not processing a single one. He sighed when he realised he read the same sentence thrice. He flicked his fingers and the document disappeared from his view. What should he do now? Rest? But he did not want to sleep just yet, not when he knew what lay waiting in the realm of dreams. Dan Heng opened up a different document this time, a news article March 7th picked up from one of their previous adventures… before Caelus. Before he knew it, his attention shifted to the new trailblazer of the Astral Express. Caelus was… strange but Dan Heng did not dislike him, on the contrary, he found him endearing and captivating. He might not have any memories of his past but the way he fit right in with everyone, it was as if he was always here from the very beginning. It was as if he was meant to be here. How did everyone manage a time before Caelus came into their lives? How did he manage before Caelus came into his life? (He was in too deep and he needed to climb out before it was too late.) There was a knock on his door and Dan Heng instinctively closed the text in front of him before he could bookmark the page he was on. “Come in,” he said as he opened up the document again to find where he left off. Light footsteps followed after the door clattered open. Warm hands wrapped around Dan Heng’s midsection and Caelus sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on Dan Heng’s shoulder. “Can’t sleep?” Dan Heng asked as he put away the document again. He could always find the section later. Caelus hummed with his eyes closed, making Dan Heng smile in amusement. He opened one eye, peeking at the man before closing it again. “Read me a bedtime story,” he insisted. Endearing and captivating. Two words that Dan Heng always associated him with and even now, thought of Caelus as that. “Ask March.” “Don’t wanna… I like your voice more.” “Ah…” “It puts me to sleep.” “Oh.” Never mind, he will take those words down to his grave. Caelus opened his eyes and he stared into Dan Heng’s own. He pulled himself away and a fragment of guilt flashed over his face before morphing into dejection. He looked like a kicked puppy and Dan Heng could feel his heart wrench at the sight of it. Why does Caelus always do this and why was it that he was never able to say no when he made that face? “Sorry, you’re probably busy. I’ll go back to my room.” Before he could walk away, Dan Heng reached out with honed reflexes. His hand latched onto Caelus’, halting the man in his tracks. “Wait.” A single word that carried so much power, so much weight for such a simple singular word. Caelus froze, whether from the power of the word alone or from the shock of being physically stopped. He could still walk away, pretending he never heard. He could still pull away, he did not need much strength to break free. However, he stayed and his eyes fell upon the man keeping him in place. “I’ll read you a story.” Caelus brightened up at those words and immediately went to make himself at home in Dan Heng’s room. Dan Heng sighed. How did he keep falling for that face each time? Every single time Caelus came into his room and demanded something from him, he always ended up giving in whenever he pulled that kicked puppy look. (One day, he would be immune to that look. One day… but today was not that day.) He pulled up a different document, a fairytale March snuck into the archive during her first trailblazing adventure, and he made his way to his bed where he knew Caelus had already settled under the covers. He moved to settle under the covers with Caelus, the latter already holding out the blanket as a silent invitation as if the bed belonged to him and not Dan Heng. The screen was pulled up as Caelus wrapped his arms around him and pulled his body until his chest touched Dan Heng’s back. Dan Heng cleared his throat before he began reading from the screen while Caelus lazily watched with one eye open. “Sorry for being demanding,” Caelus murmured, “I wanted an excuse to be here.” Dan Heng fell silent and he turned away from the screen to meet Caelus’ eye. “You don’t need to make up an excuse to come here.” “I know… but it feels dumb to want to come over because you’re here.” “It’s not dumb. Now go to sleep, we’re setting off for our next destination tomorrow.” Caelus sat up abruptly, throwing half of the covers down. Dan Heng turned over and kept his gaze on the man but remained laying on the bed. “Hey Dan Heng… Being alone is really scary. Sometimes when I look outside… I feel so alone. Stay by my side, please.” “I can’t promise you that. We might not always be assigned to the same team together. However, I will always wait for your return.” “With a smile?” “Don’t I always do that for you?” “And a cup of coffee?” “...Ask Pom-Pom instead of me. Now go to sleep.” Caelus smiled and lay back, pulling the covers back before cuddling Dan Heng. “Only because you’re here,” he said before closing his eyes. His breathing evened out a few minutes later as he fell into a deep slumber. “Only because you’re here,” Dan Heng whispered to Caelus despite knowing that he could not hear him. He placed a kiss on the crown of his head before closing his eyes and falling asleep in his beloved’s embrace.

heaven and back

['apricot_toast']

Explicit

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Blade/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Blade (Honkai: Star Rail)

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dom/sub, Femdom, Grinding, Penis In Vagina Sex, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Oral Fixation, Topping from the Bottom, dom!kafka, sub!blade

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,272

1/1

22

447

28

8,046

['alwaysharper', 'Tulci_the_sole_rat_king', 'lovediver', 'the_unseelie_lord', 'ventistrawberry', 'MoonbeamOverDesert', 'pp707', 'daisukekambe', 'Shishishi', 'clubskoo', 'faeriebiscuit', 'salt_shaker11', 'ZephyrWasHere', 'LeseLille', 'Idyllic_Valentine', 'Lizard_99', 'dudebro99', 'daffodilassassin', 'Shi_si', 'Catdottore', 'Inky_Laila', 'eizai', 'Naraivy', 'giorgos_ksd', 'Ann29', 'TFG', 'limerence_mania', 'Blixer', 'parketnik', 'roadtrip_system', 'Mavrakss', 'doubleautumns', 'bringingglory', 'stuntbook', 'Twoja_Z', 'softcombat', 'kafkalover69', 'xxchocobunM', 'caldasg1', 'Blades4you', 'Godsentience', 'Millenia4', 'Cynvyse', 'LinMil', 'LadyKalan', 'sheen61', 'Who_is_Toast', 'bing_chillin', 'spaceberry', 'r3myr3m']

[]

This is what they do when they’re alone.   Hot breath on his cheek. A gloved hand restraining his own, pinning his arms above his head. The dip of the mattress when she straddles him, her hips grinding against the all-too-obvious bulge in his pants. Her cherry lips curling into a smirk at the expression on his face – equal parts desperation and desire, longing and want. It’s an expression only she gets to see. This is a side of him only she brings out, after all.   “You’re awfully eager today, Bladie ,” she purrs, voice rich like the velvet she wears. “Did I tease you too much today, hmm? Is that why?”   She’s taunting him, trying to rile him up. He doesn’t respond. She hasn’t given him permission to. Her smile grows all the wider at the silence that follows, and she slides her free hand along his cheek, thumbing at his lip.    “Open up,” she commands.    Blade does. She pushes two fingers in, the material of her glove scratching against his tongue. He gags on instinct when she hits the back of his throat, saliva dripping from his lip, smearing across her hand. Kafka shows no mercy. Her pace only increases in response, moving her fingers in and out as she fucks his mouth like one would with a cock. She’s done that once – held his head in place as she fucked his throat raw with her strap-on, leaving him shaking and gasping for air at the end of it, yet still greedy for more.   He thought she would wear it today, but she seems to be in the mood for something else. Blade doesn’t mind. She could do near anything to him, and he wouldn’t mind.    He’s so hard it almost hurts when she finally pulls her hand from his mouth. It takes all of his self control not to buck up against her or to touch himself – anything to get the edge off. Kafka knows this, of course. She’s still smirking as she wipes her glove on the sheets, smearing the fabric with his spit, looking all too pleased with herself.    And why wouldn’t she be pleased? She has him – the legendary Blade – pliant and submissive beneath her. Who else could boast of such a feat?   “What is it, darling?” she asks when she sees his flushed cheeks, his lust-wide eyes. She grinds against himself, again , and Blade bites hard on his lower lip to stop himself from creaming his pants. He watches, eyes lidded, as her hand comes to cup at her own breast, fondling herself through her blouse. “What do you want? Use your words.”   “I want–” He stops and swallows hard, willing his voice not to crack. His throat still throbs from being finger-fucked. “I want you . Ma’am,” he adds quickly, remembering the consequences if he didn’t use the term.    Kafka smiles. “Good boy.”   A pleasant buzz travels down Blade’s spine at the praise.    “I thought of having you eat me out,” Kafka continues, more to herself than to him, as she slips out of her top and her pants. “But I haven't had you inside me for a while now and, well,” she leans down, nipping him on the shell of his ear. “You’ve been so obedient for me today, I think you deserve a treat.”   His heart jumps at her words. He’s used to serving her – that’s usually how these sessions of theirs go. He lets her use him however she pleases, and his satisfaction always comes second. When was the last time kafka had been so generous to let him inside her?    “Yes,” he breathes, as her hands deftly unbuckle his belt. “T-thank you, ma’am, I–”   He groans when her gloved hand wraps around his aching cock. He can’t see from this angle, but he knows how it must look – red and throbbing and dripping pre from the tip. He whimpers when kafka slides her thumb across his slit, nerves alight from the sensation. It’s already too much and it hasn’t even begun. He’ll be in pieces when she’s done with him tonight.   “Poor boy,” she coos with mock pity, as she lines his cock up against her entrance. She’s wet as well, Blade can feel it, though her words remain composed, calm. She’s barely breaking a sweat – unlike him, who feels as though he’s about two seconds away from dissolving into a puddle.    That is the difference between them. That is why he adores her so.   They both moan when she finally sinks down onto him, his cock sliding easy into her cunt. It’s euphoric – tight and wet and warm, her walls clenching down around him when he finally bottoms out. For a few moments, they both remain still, gathering their senses, and Blade wonders if he’s in heaven. He can feel her everywhere – her hands upon his sweat-slick chest, her thighs squeezing against his hips. When she suddenly moves, he lets out a gasp, the sensation knocking the breath out of him.   Oh, it’s so good. She’s so good. She’s fucking amazing, bouncing up and down on his cock, fingers digging into his side as she rides him. He can’t help it – his hips buck up of their own accord, his body already pushed to the edge. He reaches out a hand to grab her waist, but his wrist is stopped, mid-air.    “Now, now,” Kafka murmurs. Her eyes are lust-lidded, her lips shiny and wet. She barely slows her pace when she speaks, though her voice is breathier now, her composure slipping – just barely. “Be good, Bladie. You’re mine , remember.”   He whines, but nods. He does remember. He is hers. He’s her toy, her cock, and he’d never been so turned on in his life.  She slams her hips down, squeezing around his cock. “Then if you want something,” she says, “you have to ask, Bladie.”   He swallows. He lets his arm fall to the bed, wills his hips to still. “P-Please,” he begs. “Please, Kafka– Ma’am – let me–” he sobs as Kafka fucks herself on him, filling her pussy deep and hard. “Let me come– Please–”   There’s a gush of slick around him. Kafka lets out a soft, satisfied sigh – her thighs shaking as she reaches her peak, and Blade sobs again, feeling so desperate, so needy, so close and yet still so far. He looks at her, pleading, as her hips slowly still. The slick dripping out of her quickly runs down the side of his hips, over his balls and between his legs, staining the rumpled sheets.    It feels like forever before her eyes meet his. She runs a hand through her hair, pushing stray strands back into place. Even though she’s just ridden him into the mattress she looks near pristine. Beautiful. Stunning. Perfect.    Blade wants. He wants her. He wants to stay by her side forever. He–   “You want to come, Bladie?” She tilts her head to the side. He nods, hard, too fucked-out to speak.   She chuckles. “Then come,” she purrs, rolling her hips against him once more, and Blade doesn’t need to be told twice.   His world goes white when he finally orgasms, limbs turning to jelly when he comes inside her, his body shaking, trembling. He thinks his eyes might’ve rolled into the back of his head. Maybe. He doesn’t know. He can barely think, barely feel anything other than her, her, only her. And when he slumps into the mattress, boneless, she presses a kiss to his cheek, sliding a hand through his hair.    “So good,” she murmurs, “so perfect, so obedient for me, my Blade–”   And he knows, this is where he belongs. 

The Warmest Web

['zashafenn']

Explicit

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

Cunnilingus, Femdom, spit, Begging, sub Reader, Smut, there are some dark undertones but she wuvs u i swear, Reader Is Not MC, Pet Names, Praise Kink

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,795

1/1

7

309

32

6,194

['LewdRamen', 'localteenagelesbian', 'alltimehoe', 'shitmichael', 'Buguhu_04', 'niyati_rose', 'Tevdoughh', 'hearteubangabanga', 'butai_trash', 'fruity__looper', 'Kayleen756894', 'WolfyKat_0220', 'Kuziruki', 'dyskinesia', 'SilereAuctor', 'Pipay', 'AltRead', 'taintedinfinity', 'AAA_Battery', 'TransLucyMTF', 'ee_lies', 'sapphicsapphires', 'AshlynTheCute', 'simp_for_profession', 'NanoDelta', 'potatoes_with_beeves', 'thanzzz', 'beebo_is_poggies', 'Bjoernsen1998', 'Aixeko', 'jennybait', 'bababooooey', 'GhostWritingStuff', 'karoo', 'ghostkisser', 'f444vriel', 'Cle_ziel', 'Pirate_Radio', 'Foxchaos09', 'yoursugars', 'yucro', 'Error_404_Spirit_Not_Found', 'distantdreams', 'Camillyy', 'zophyne', 'breadedbee', 'Tedi_28', 'istp684', 'kailenabuse', 'TheLadyofLuck']

[]

“Hands on your knees, darling,” She reminded you, and you cursed every god you knew of for making it so difficult to just stay still for her. You were knelt before her, trying so hard to be good, to have her look at you and smile, those empty eyes filled with satisfaction at your obedience. The cold metallic floor of the storeroom where she had cornered you had your knees going numb, chill spreading up your thighs. Yet, there was undeniable heat swirling low in your abdomen, your cheeks reddening with shame at just how fast you were willing to give in to her. It wasn’t often that she ‘visited’, after all. That was alright, though. She was here, and you just had to be good. You had to listen, to follow. And she would give you everything you needed. She always has, without fail. You placed your hands on your knees. Her eyes were focused, predatory, and they followed every single twitch of your body under her scrutiny. When she smiled at you, she showed teeth. “Good girl.” She breathed, placing your face in the palm of her hand, gently moving a strand of hair out of your eyes, and you knew better by now than to avoid her gaze. “You’re being so good for me sweetie, I’m so happy I caught you out here.” Her expression was as warm as a vipers. You wanted to know nothing of why she was at the station this time. It couldn’t be anything decent. Last time she paid a visit, the whole place had been in disarray for weeks after. She was a criminal, after all. You weren’t supposed to know about the whole Stellaron hunter deal. You knew. Kafka definitely knew that you knew. Before your mind could drift away, her carefully manicured thumb was pushing into your mouth, holding your tongue down. Your breath hitched, all thoughts of morality abandoned, and she chuckled as she watched your face carefully. The ache low in your gut only intensified. “Mouth open.” She commanded, and your jaw was lowering before your brain even fully processed the request. She leant down, her face suddenly way too close, and you thought for a moment that she might kiss you, but she just paused. Her warm breath fanned over you, and heat rose under your skin. Then she spat in your mouth. Her hand was a vice grip on your jaw, keeping you still while she looked down at you, and all of a sudden you felt more like prey than ever before. It shouldn’t have turned you on. Gaze cold, she held you there in her web, as it dawned on you what she wanted, and you swallowed. The taste of her lingered in your mouth, and you had to fight not to reach a hand up to wipe your lip where a little drool had escaped. You must have looked wrecked already. She smiled.   "Good girl." Pleased, she planted a sweet little peck on the tip of your nose before leaning away. She stood over you contemplatively, before dragging you up by the collar and parading you to a desk tucked in the corner of the room. Perching herself on it, she let you awkwardly stand there as she divested herself of the shorts she had been wearing, and beckoned you over. “Come here, I think I have a good use for you.” She smiled, “You’ve been such a good pet for me already, surely you can be trusted to do well, yes?” Her hands were cold on your shoulders, and you failed to suppress a shiver when her nails dragged across the fabric of your shirt, seemingly deliberating whether she would allow you to keep it on. Freezing as the room was, you hoped she would. The look on your face had her sighting, feigning disappointment. She shrugged, “No matter, I’ll have plenty of chances to take you apart another time.” Her hands began pushing your shoulders down. “Back to your knees, darling.” She laughed, and you dropped with eagerness and looked up, imploring her to just make use of you. Your head was between her thighs as soon as you could get it there, having clumsily slipped her underwear off, getting it caught on one of her boots and immediately giving up. It was a problem for later. Seeking permission, you paused, as her hands snaked up into your hair, getting a good grip to rough you around with. She waited patiently, watching you nestle between the soft flesh of her legs, but held your head a scant few inches away from her pussy. When you realised what she was stalling for, a pang of arousal shot through you. Kafka wanted you to beg for it. You would, of course. You would do anything. Voice shaking for her, you begged. ‘Please, god please, Kafka. Please let me make you feel good. I’ve never wanted anything more, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll make it so good.’ Your body was shivering uncontrollably, muscles tense as the embarrassment of having to plead to put your mouth on her really sank in. Wetness graced your own thighs. Only when she deemed you pathetic enough, did her hand hand relax, allowing you room to move in. Your mouth was on her pussy in seconds, kitten licking away to start with. You had done this before, of course, but sometimes she was particular about what she wanted, and you were desperate to be perfect for her. Today was a rare opportunity after all, she hadn’t visited in a while, and you really wanted to impress. So you took to it like it was your work, your craft, your reason for existence. Your place in this universe was in between her legs, bringing her pleasure. Eating her out had become an art to you, but you never really could prepare for how wretchedly needy it made you feel. You swore you enjoyed this more than being touched yourself. Nothing else could have you going in seconds, than to have her gently but firmly move your head where she wanted it, and ride your face like she owned it. The itch of your own flesh could be ignored. No, it was better that she ignored your need, it made you feel smaller, more wretched, more desperate. It made your cunt ache, your body warm. It made the attention she would shower on you later that much sweeter. Kafka burned slow, and you put in work tonguing at her clit until your face was numb, little tears mixing with her wetness. You could do this forever, you knew. As always, she couldn’t help herself but talk. “Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to enjoy myself like this,” She hissed, as you scraped your teeth lightly over her flesh, lapped at her wetness, “Next time, next time I’ll bring you away with me, and then I’ll be using you like this every night.” You moaned into her slit, shocked at the jolt of heat a threatened kidnapping brought you. Kafka chuckled quietly, “You’d be so good for me, sweetie, I’m sure of it. My good girl. I could have you on your knees all the time, spreading those pretty legs for me.” Her grip got firmer, and you could feel her pulsing beneath your tongue. She was close, so close, you almost had her. Rubbing your own legs together, you wondered if you could glean some stimulation. You noticed that your hands had drifted down to your knees again, resting there obediently. Kafka was probably proud. “Mhm, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” She asked, but you could tell her breathing was unsteady and laborious. “No more sneaking around and fucking you into the walls of some dingy station, no, I’m going to-” The moan that left her mouth was heavenly. Blinding pride welled within you a the knowledge that you had caused that noise to exist. “I’m going to take,” She punctuated the word with a heavy grind against you, “My fucking time with you.” You realised, that you really would maybe quite like that. Maybe just a little. Maybe just enough to abandon your station. Maybe you could go with her, be taken care of – you realised you were desperately moving your tongue against her clit, needing her orgasm far more than your own. Her quiet little hiss of pleasure when she came, it was like nothing else you’d ever heard. Like pain – sweet and full. She moved your head against her pussy as she rode the orgasm out, hips twitching and hand spasming in your hair. A meagre break in her control, but it bought you joy nonetheless. Your own legs were shaking slightly, aching from holding your weight. You could feel wetness of your own making your clothing cling to you, the heat that had overcome you not subsiding in the slightest. Kafka breathed deeply for a while, still and quiet as she allowed you to continue lapping at her, doing your best to gather every drop of her come and swallow it down. By the time she moved your face away, you were halfway back into the drunk haze of arousal. ‘I’ve missed you,’ Was what you mumbled once everything was over. She stilled for a second, then dragged you up and kissed you so deeply you forgot the concept of breathing anything that wasn’t her. She licked into your mouth, held your face in her hands so gingerly, as if you were a special thing. Kafka even had the decency to look apologetic, once she backed away. A casual demeanour crawling back into her frame as she sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. She was gentle with you, all of a sudden, and you realised that you were probably making a pretty vulnerable face. “I was serious, you know.” She whispered, kissing away the moisture on your cheeks. “I’d take you away with me if you wanted it, though I can’t guarantee your safety, and I’d hate to lose my favourite little darling.” You nodded, and went in for another kiss. She relished in it, scooping you into her arms and holding you there like you would melt. She stroked your head, and you sank into the warmth of her body. You ran your fingers over the thin spiderwebs embroidered on her shirt. You were caught. Kafka patted your hip, let you sit up in her lap, and kissed your nape. “Spread your legs for me, darling,” Her whisper ghosted at your neck. “I’m going to play with your lonely little pussy, and you’re going to be very, very good and not come until I say so.” Moving your legs apart, you waited for your sweet torture to resume.

At Wits End

['justblades']

Explicit

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Jing Yuan/Reader (Honkai: Star Rail), Luocha/Reader (Honkai: Star Rail)

Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail), Luocha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Threesome, Threesome - F/M/M, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Improvised Sex Toys, Dubious Consent, Drugged Sex, Porn With Plot, smut where i pour all my brain juices into it, jealous jing yuan mmm, Sex Pollen

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

2,178

1/1

3

312

21

14,500

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[]

being luocha's apprentice in the medical field alone takes up most of the space on your plate, especially now that you're assigned to jing yuan to be his personal physician— the jobs just keep on overflowing, too much for the feeble mind to handle. in actuality, you weren't supposed to be stationed in the xianzhou luofu. it's just that luocha isn't fond of having much spotlight shone upon him that therefore lead to you being referred to be the general's doctor. as soon as you caught wind that you piqued the interest of one of the charioteers of the luofu, you were determined to perform at your best - to be chosen. and the gods of luck only spat at you when you were employed by the general jing yuan. he never committed any grave sins nor did such heinous things, it was just his way of governing that left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth as soon as you got to know more of jing yuan. you harbor a strong dislike for anyone regardless of their position to be cowering in the shadows when particular problems arise, saying sham excuses like "i am forbidden to take action because of my rank." seeing the gray headed general opens up old wounds; a scar you thought that has healed a long time ago. as someone who used to be in the bottom of society's hierarchy, it was until then you grew old you started to understand corrupt officials. those who live in their privileged bubbles, enjoying the comfort of their power and own homes. as meticulous jing yuan is, it was natural for him not mind to your small banter and snarky remarks against the general. the way he reacts is exceptional, he doesn't bother defending his name amidst the comments he's been receiving since day one. jing yuan never loses his composure and pays no heed to trivial matters. you grit your teeth as you recall those moments, swearing to yourself that you'll br able to crack him and spit in his face that he's a no good leader. mentally cussing him out as childish as it seems, you continue to do your job, which was preparing your equipments and kits containing vast range of medicines. drawing a sloth sigh in the end, you carefully lift up the objects. pivoting your heel to take a swift turn, suddenly, your eyes lock a glance with the familiar golden hues, those that exude indolence and of mystery. shock rakes your spine and goosebumps break over your skin, making you fall down on your butt as you feel a tug from your upper clothing. you were too occupied at piercing through the general's soul with your bitter expressions that you didn't notice the matter at hand in present. "to what do i owe you the pleasure?" your words hinted with sarcasm, you end the question with a cozen smile. much to your surprise, he crouches down to your level and helps you pick up the strewn pieces of gadgets and equipments on the wooden, varnished floorings. you cock a brow at his actions and proceeded to watch him in confusion; but a sudden puff of glacial wind traces your skin, reaching parts of your body from within. glancing down at what could be the cause, it was a little too late for you to realize your clothes were torn apart, exposing your treasures right in front of the man you hate so much. instinctively grabbing the largest piece of ripped fabric, you immediately cover the last part of your dignity with it, closing your eyes shut to recall what transpired in such a short moment of time exactly. "your senses are way too off lately." his smoky voice cut off your rowdy train of thoughts meanwhile you spiral further into bewilderment on what he's hinting at. "you've fallen prey for their false marketing. however, worry not. i'll do what i can to take it from here." your eyelids unexpectedly felt heavy, as if jing yuan's words are making you feel dizzy. you could only ask yourself 'what is he plotting', until the moment his large slender hands support your figure. "i'm certain you're puzzled; but the food you ingested two days ago had long term effects of a particular ingredient - similar to an aphrodisiac. fortunately, its symptoms erupted just now and not while you were on duty." he drapes your arm on his shoulders and snakes his hand around your waist. jing yuan carefully lifts your body and leads you to a particular vicinity. you hoped to see where he was taking you at least, but your vision betrays you as you fall into a deep sleep. you peel your eyes open to well-lit ceilings, etched with luofu's motifs. you scan your surroundings amidst the lethargic feeling weighing your body down, only to see the despised general welcome your vision once again. "unfortunately, there is only one way to rid you from its symptoms." you part your lips open, but your throat feels dry - no words follow suit of what you wanted to verbalize. "this is a grave situation but i need to have your consent." another static voice erupts in the vicinity, seemingly coming from a gadget jing yuan had in hand. "general, we're running out of time already." his brows knit in exchange, and mumble few words right after. "doctor, forgive me." your body jolts awake from the intrusion you felt from your lower region, only to see a makeshift of lewd toys handled by the grizzle haired. as much as you wanted to protest, it all just started to make sense, as usual, a late epiphany after series of events unraveling. it was the ingredient preventing you from speaking. he pumps the object in and out of your cunt at such an abrupt pace, catching you off guard with every thrust. pro tem, you grip the sheets of the clinic's bed, holding on for dear life as if you were about to die from immense pleasure. panting hard, jing yuan doesn't halt, he only quickens his movements, a sole goal occupying his mind. the gods really frowned upon you, for the guy you harbor such hate is now having you softly mewl because of a predicament. you were uncertain of what and who should take the blame— as expected, no one is to be blamed but you. if only you weren't craving that particular food that has been circulating in the ship for quite a while, you wouldn't have ended in such position. being before him bare, fragile fuels nothing but your fury; but your body language says otherwise. your toes curl as you could feel the toy send virations in your pussy, your g-spot making friction against its surface sends your mind afloat the abode of sanity. your song of moans was interrupted when another figure makes his entrance this time. the tall carved wooden doors swing open, revealing a blonde male who was a little too recognizable for your eyes carrying his iconic, gigantic coffin. "general, i'm afraid that won't do." with a short span of time, the two comes in an agreement, shifting of positions follow suit. you're apparently underneath the merchant while held up by the mentioned general, his dominant hand tightly clasped on the remaining scrap of fabric wrapped around your hips. everything happened in a flash and a foreign sensation makes you wince. your two holes were being prepared for further accommodation of the two males' dicks, using up half a bottle of a lubricant to make sure everything will sail smoothly. a nod of approval is all that it took for your entrances to be prodded by large girthy cocks in unison as you grant them such abashed moans. jing yuan controls your pelvis with his mere one hand, discering every detail of your body language to see if he's making progress of easing the mysterious ingredient's effects. his aureate hues fixate only at you, his usual carefree demeanor and a lively smile replaced with pursed lips; followed by a crease forming in between his eyebrows. luocha was the same, even though you were far too tantalizing for a man's eyes, they had to focus at the matter in hand. his flaxen irises examine evey nook and cranny of your body, scrutinizing every beads of sweat trickling down your skin as mere indicators of the symptoms. the unfamiliar feeling welling from both sides of your walls seep in to your system— whilst the two males exert the best of their efforts to pleasure your yearning body. the blonde head's breathing becomes ragged in rhythm, each of his pants deepen in each thrust. after all, he's not someone sexually active, nor someone who performs hard labor at the daily; it was anticipated for his stamina to thin out. however, the situation doesn't seem to improve, not one bit. it was then jing yuan starts to change his tempo, he slows down as he pulls out, and picks up the pace once he rams in. jing yuan's flow grants him mewls slipping from your lips, his long, deep back strokes seem to do the job perfectly from how you were reacting. gushing noises blends with the squelching sounds from the sounds of two dicks pleasuring the both of your entrances at the same time. a warm stream of fluid spills into luocha's clothes, the white fabric darkens into several splotches. as embarrassing as it was, they heeded no mind. if anything, it's a proof that their method is working - reinforcing their resolve to quench your lustful feelings. luocha's gloved hands cup your tits bouncing up and down, nestling your perked up nipples in between his fingertips. he attempts to catch his own breaths, exerting more force into his thrusts deep into your pussy. he rocks his hips upwards and your walls coil around him from the tip down to his last inch. you could no longer stifle your moans, you were way past caring for your pride— jing yuan, as always to your rescue, his calloused hand presses your cheeks, making you close your mouth forcibly. even though your chin was smeared of your drools already, at least there wasn't a lot, looking at the bright side. the grey head general gently holds your dampened face, making you face him. from a second, you catch a glimpse of his expression; one that can be practically assumed not seen by anybody. his brows tightly knitted, luminous golden eyes locking a short glance with yours that were clouded of ecstasy. a guttural moan bubbles from his throat, along with luocha's deep mewls of satisfaction rushing to his cock inside your velvet walls. "y-you're so tight." jing yuan utters under his breath as he continues to piston into your asshole. it was a new occurrence to see him stammer for he always addresses everyone with exemplary choice of words and smooth dealings. getting to see the general like this from what your body had to offer felt intimate— but luocha's actions catches you by surprise more. he nibbles on the soft plush of your right breast, the left one being toyed with rather harshly. the general accidentally lets go of your face and your vision was brought back to seeing luocha's guise once again. the doctor looks up to meet your tantalizing gaze, whereas there he felt the two of you shared a mutual understanding. you crash your lips into his, your wet cavern being invaded by his warm tongue. it was a deep, sloppy kiss, you swear you could feel a hint of fuming jealousy behind you. even so, your pleasure - your life comes first before trivial matters. the general lets it pass, and there a furor of release brews from the three of your bodies, all in sync. with one last deep thrust from jing yuan's and luocha's throbbing dicks; the life threatening situation finally rests at peace. after everything that transpired, the general greets you with his usual blithe smile, accompanied by the golden gleam of his irises and a kiss of an angel just below his right eye. you had to soften and warm up to him everytime you remember your life is indebted to him. although you couldn't lie, a thought crosses your mind, "perhaps jing yuan planned all of this." a part of you agrees as he knows you wouldn't cozy to your employer unless put in a dire situation and another part doesn't since it believes he's a kind soul deep inside. you also started to realize the general's nature, his governance and how he managed to keep the xianzhou's peace for a long time. admittedly, it was your shortcoming. you knew deep down you were better than what you showed him - and so you strived to improve and understand at the end of the day. as for the blonde doctor, luocha, he pretends it never happened. after all, the two of you share a past bond forbidden to speak of in the present time. all's well that ends well.

we never got to say goodbye (i'll see you soon)

['yuniemaki']

General Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Cocolia/Serval (Honkai: Star Rail)

Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail)

Grief/Mourning, Drabble, Angst, Canon Compliant, Character Study, Healing, Reflection, Serval can't get over Cocolia, Not beta read we die like the supreme guardian, Loss

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,475

1/1

48

231

20

1,657

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[]

Beyond the gates of Belobog, the cold is harsh and unforgiving. Serval trudges through ankle-deep snow, wrapped in three layers of thermal wear. The icy wind whips at her blond hair, throwing her tresses into a frenzy, and flings snow onto her goggles and mask. An endless field of white stretches out before her, framed only by towering iron gates and mechanical remnants that matter no longer. Even after the Stellaron’s destruction, the Eternal Freeze remains.  You don’t need to go, Gepard had said, it’s over.  “I have to,” Serval mutters to no one, stubbornly placing one foot in front of the other. I have to see the place Cocolia took her final breath—  There. A silhouette in the blinding white, unmoving in the sweeping winds of Jarilo-IV. Serval quickens her pace, stomping through the snow until she reaches the metal wreckage lying at the peak of a snowy hill. The raging blizzard has long swept away all traces of battle, and the Stellaron has long been sealed by the trailblazers.  But there, snuggled in its center, within the loving arms of this wreckage… lies a single tombstone.  Serval doesn’t know what she expected. Perhaps a foolish part of her hoped to see Cocolia again, even if it’s just an echo. Perhaps she thought some piece of Cocolia lived on in the snowstorm.  Or perhaps she still believed Cocolia would wait for her. Of course not. After that day, there was no place in the Supreme Guardian’s heart for her, for Serval. Despite the cold, Serval perches herself on a small metal platform, staring at the tombstone now covered in snow. It's funny how she had an entire speech planned for this moment, including a long portion where she'd intended to yell at her grave. Yet when she's finally here, standing where Cocolia did before she left this world— Serval can't say a single word. It all clumps together into a thick lump in her throat.  She manages a, “You know, Coco…” before her breath stutters. It has been years since she even uttered that nickname. Her eyes sting with tears. They are two halves of a whole. If they were born in seasons, Cocolia would be born in winter, and Serval in summer. Where Serval had the passion to start new things, it was Cocolia who would see them to fruition. It was Cocolia, all those years ago, who forced Serval to go through with her rock’n’roll dream. To start a band, to run a gig. It was Cocolia who gifted her the guitar of her dreams, who turned her ideas into reality. And Serval loved her for it.  But when she became the Supreme Guardian—  A pause, in which Serval struggles to compose herself. “I… I still don’t understand what happened to you. I thought…” I thought sealing the Stellaron would bring you back.  Serval laughs, as bitterly as the blizzard bites at her fingers and toes. “I keep telling myself I’m over you, but how can I be? We shared everything. Until—” She tears up at the memory.      Cocolia, the newly appointed Supreme Guardian of Belobog, was seated in a chair far too large for her, with the light of day at her back. Serval, smartest of the Silvermane Guards, was standing before her, livid. “You cannot do this,” she’d said, “Cutting off the Underworld like this… we’re dooming half of our people to die!” “You dare to question my decision, Serval Landau?”  Cocolia’s voice. So uncaring, so dismissive, it felt like a spear of ice piercing through Serval’s heart. Before she took the mantle of leadership, before she entered Qlipoth Fort… Cocolia had been different. She had been warm and tender and full of life. “We are meant to protect the people,” Serval declared, “How is this—” “This is our only option,” Cocolia had cut her off, swift and harsh. “And nothing will change my mind.” “What about the Fragmentum? Shouldn’t we be fixing that instead of dividing our people?” “The Fragmentum is the very reason I’m closing off the Underworld,” the Supreme Guardian had replied, rising to her feet. In her eyes, Serval saw nothing but ice, as cold as the Eternal Freeze. A chill had run down her spine. “We are done here.” Serval took a step back, shivering. “Why, Cocolia… why have you grown so cold…?” Something flared in that icy gaze. A hint of regret, perhaps. “Serval Landau… you were my most cherished friend.” Cocolia turned away, facing the light of her window. Serval remembers this clearly, for she looked nothing short of being a goddess bathed in wintry light. Yet her next words would slip into her like a knife between her ribs, lodging into her heart like a shard of glass: “But there is no place for you in this new world.”     “It’s like becoming the Supreme Guardian robbed you of life,” Serval whispers, shaking the memory off with a sigh. “I just…” What is the point? Serval doesn’t know anymore. She stayed in Belobog for Cocolia, because Cocolia was still here, even if the Supreme Guardian wouldn't see her. It brought Serval comfort, at least, to know that Cocolia remained in Qlipoth Fort, watching over Belobog. But now she’s gone. Serval reaches up, rubbing the tears from her eyes before putting her goggles back on. “Bronya found… the guitar,” she chokes out, “The one you made for me.” She lets out a hollow chuckle. “I can’t believe you kept it, you sentimental idiot.” The tombstone does not answer. She unhooks the strap, taking out the silver guitar. “I took it back to Neverwinter… gave it a little tuning.” Serval takes off her gloves, wincing as the freezing winds snap hungrily at her fingers. “It still works.” She strums the guitar, and smiles at the familiarity of the crisp, nasal tones it produces.  “Remember our first gig? You were so nervous about being the bassist…”  But we had so much fun, in the end.  Serval strums out a tune, the first song they’d ever played together. She remembers looking back to see Cocolia strumming the bass guitar, a radiant smile on her lips. She remembers how the theater’s lights had shined, just for them, and all the magic they made that night. How the crowd had roared and cheered, how Cocolia’s breath had been taken away. How they'd danced into the night, hands entwined, and laughed till dawn. How Cocolia had shyly pulled her close while she fumbled for the keys to their room, and pecked her ever so lightly on the lips.  So much hope. So much life.  Robbed from her in a single day, when she lost her daughter and her joy. The mantle of Supreme Guardian and its forbidden knowledge sank into her heart like a shard of ice, seeping away the warmth in her eyes. Serval thinks about the possibilities often. If only she’d been more persistent. If only she’d tried harder. What if she’d written letters to Cocolia after being fired, instead of starting her own workshop and closing her heart away? What if she’d continued pursuing her study of the Stellaron in private? Could she have found a way to save Cocolia? Could her sacrifice have been avoided?  Does any of this matter? She is gone. The dead do not come back. “I came to tell you something,” Serval finally says, clutching the guitar tightly in her bare hands. The cold has wormed its way into her fingers, and she can barely feel them. “Coco, I'm leaving. I don't know how long I'll be. So I thought I'd visit you first, because…” Her voice trails off. She bites back a sob. The howling wind whips her hair into a frenzy. Serval stays motionless before the tombstone, like a piece of discarded metal. “We never got to say goodbye, Cocolia…” Serval lays the guitar in the snow, running a hand across the tombstone. Snow falls away to reveal a simple epitaph, for such a complex woman.  Here lies Cocolia Rand, 13th Supreme Guardian of Belobog. Serval’s hand stops, lingering on her name. “But this isn’t goodbye, is it?” she whispers, “It’s just a ‘see you soon’.” She gets to her feet, staring at the wreckage embracing Cocolia’s grave. It reminds her of a cradle, like a mother sheltering her innocent babe.  Cocolia gave her life for Belobog, but this sanctuary means nothing to Serval now. To let go, she must leave Belobog. Leave Jarilo-IV. If she travels with the Astral Express, studies the Stellarons— she might yet find the answers she seeks. And perhaps, someday, she will find the strength to return to the land Cocolia so loved, more than she ever loved Serval herself. Serval musters up a smile, and gives the tombstone a wave. “So… wait for me, okay? I’ll see you soon, Coco.” I’ll see you soon.

A Gentle Night - Dan Heng x Reader

['tsutsujimori']

Mature

F/M, Other

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Reader, Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Reader, Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

afab reader but no pronouns used, reader is "trailblazer" but it doesnt rlly matter, pretty tame, Gentle Sex, Fingering, a little bit of whimpering, Vaginal Sex, Aftercare, i never know how to tag these things TwT, made for a friend :3

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,335

1/1

4

326

21

9,887

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[]

"... and this area is organized chronologically with all of the assets Mr. Yang has told us about his abilities with black hole conjuring and manipulation."    you walked with him around his "room", with him explaining the organization of the archives, which he helped with, of course. to be honest, you weren't fully gripping what he was telling you, all that mattered was you got to hear him speak. his voice was strangely magnificent, he spoke monotonously, fairly blunt with things, but you thought it was attractive. just something about him makes you not want to leave his side.    "... are you listening?" he looks at you with his head ever so tilted. you shake your head and scratch the back of your neck. "yeah, sorry, I was just thinking."    "about?" apparently, this brush-off statement caught his attention, so you had to scramble for an excuse. "well, i- uhm.. I was just thinking about how long it could've taken for you to organize all of these... there's so much."    he stares at you. you can tell he knows you're just making up some excuse, but he humors you by playing along. "really ? what if I had already told you while you were spacing out? could u recognize it?"    you stare at him with a scared look on your face. "uhm...." you scratch your head. "38... hours....?" a very mild smile shows on his face. "I'm kidding, I never said it." you pout at him and avert your eyes. "... it was 8 days, by the way." he brushes his hand along the metal shelves as he moves down his room towards the bed. he sits down and sighs.    you watch him move around the room in silence. once he sits, he looks up at you. "what, do you want to come sit?" you mildly blush and move to sit next to him. you stare out the window at the stars, they never cease to bring awe to your face.    after a few moments, you look over to Dan Heng, who's been staring at you. you blush slightly and look away. "your face glimmers every time you see the stars. it's an eye catching look on you." you look back over to him and absent-mindedly touch his hand.    you muster up the courage to ask him, ".. can I kiss you, Dan Heng..?" he stares in shock, only for less than a second, then a smile finally breaks on his face. he leads over and gently kisses your lips, eyes gently closing. you melt onto him, enveloping yourself in his scent. you pull back to breathe for a moment, looking at his lightly panting face.    "you must've been waiting for a while, huh?" he smiles gently at you. you pull his clothes to kiss him again, with more force this time. he matches your energy, slowly pushing you down onto the bed. you start gently pulling the clothes off of him, and he does the same, until you're both almost naked.    he starts kissing down your chin to your neck, very quietly humming against your skin. you mumble moans out, feeling his cold touches on your warm skin. you slowly grab his hand and move it down your body. he pants against your skin, feeling down your body. he rubs his fingers over the cloth of your panties, feeling the slickness. he quickly moves them down your legs and hangs it against your ankle.    the quick coldness against you makes you shiver, but is soon covered by his hand cusping your crotch. "tell me if you ever want to stop, okay?" you nod quickly and he slowly rubs his fingers against your entrance, coating his fingers. you lay your head back on the floor and feel him.    he's as gentle as ever, his fingers moving just enough you can feel the stimulation. after a few short moments, you start subconsciously grinding your hips against him, and he nods. he slowly, slowly inches his middle and ring fingers into you. you let out a moan as he watches your body in a trance. he carefully moves his fingers in and out of you, watching as your back arches off the bed. he pants lightly, watching how your body reacts to him.    he slowly curls his fingers into you, causing you to yelp at the sensation. you quickly pull him down to kiss you while he speeds up his fingers. you moan into his mouth and rock yourself against him. he eventually pulls himself away from you entirely, and you pout. he sheds the rest of his clothing and climbs back over you again. he kisses your jawline and slowly slides his hands down your sides. you can feel a trail of wetness on your arm from the hand he had inside of you.    "let me know if anything's too much, okay?" he breathes against your neck. "yeah.. yeah..." you writhe underneath him. he lays his head on your shoulder as he slowly grinds onto you, coating his cock with your wetness. he quickly aligns himself and slowly pushes himself in.    he goes all the way to the hilt, making you feel dizzy. he wasn't girthy, but lord was he long. it felt like he was touching your cervix. he kisses your neck almost frantically, hoping it'll distract the pain. "move, please..." you moan out to him.    he nods and starts slowly moving out and in, watching as you arch under him. he gently lays his hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb. he circles his thumb at the same pace as his thrusts, slowly moving quicker. you kiss him again, feeling him sigh into you. you hold the kiss for a while, until you're forced to back up from lack of breath.    "I love you, Dan Heng..." you smile up at him. he smiles gently back at you and kisses your forehead. "I love you, too.." he gently rearranges your legs so they're wrapped around his back. one of his hands gently comb through your hair before he starts moving faster and harder.    the feeling makes you feel dizzy, he really can touch your cervix... you moan out in unison with him, his pace slowly making you loose your mind. he huffs almost silently against your skin, his eyes fixated on you. he lays his forehead on yours, his eyes fluttering shut as his warm breath falls on your lips. "you're so.. so pretty.." you whisper out to him. his eyes open and looks gently down at you.    "you're gorgeous.." he moaned out and kissed you again. you feel a pit in your stomach as his pace grows relentless. you feel your body start to flutter around him. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, breathing heavily against his lips as you edge release.    he quietly whimpers against you, feeling your body reactions. he snakes one of his arms behind you and pulls your body fully against his. the small adjustment brings a new angle for him to move which makes you fully undone, shaking and spasming in his arms. he follows quickly after, his body slowly stilling. his body gently falls on yours, him panting in your ear as he regains composure.    he soon gets up and grabs a light blanket to lay over you. he brings you a bottle of water and hands it to you before laying down next to you. he gently rubs his hands along your back, massaging your shoulders and other tension points. everything happens silently, but it's content.    you soon sigh and roll over to face him. you cuddle yourself up to him, and he caresses your hair. "mmm.... this is nice... thank you, Dan Heng.." you mumble into his chest as you slowly start to fall asleep.    he kisses the top of your head and pulls you close to him. he sighs and quietly whispers your name, brushing through your hair again. "... I love you." he closes his eyes and falls asleep to your matching rhythmic heartbeats.

Maybe?

['timeless003']

General Audiences

M/M, Other

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), No Smut, Light Angst, Inner Dialogue, Fluff and Angst

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,533

1/1

4

594

50

5,019

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[]

  Dan Heng really should have known how self sacrificial Caelus was.   well he supposes he did sort of know but ignored it till it was thrown at his face in the fiasco with Cocolia. Caelus seemed to be born for and due to the stellaron, his body containing it and just by chance instead of him being a metal container or some other vessel , he was a human. But this human version, Dan Heng thinks has a fault. Humans are selfish, holding importance to their own lives above everything else. Caelus doesn’t. He cares more for the people he just met than his very own body. The first time Dan Heng sees the other , is him propped up against the wall like a lifeless doll. Besides him march is in a bit of a panic. Caelus was just a stranger than to them. One of the many people lying injured or dead on the ship that was attacked. His eyes were closed and his chest , well Dan heng thought he was dead because the breaths were too shallow.. like a new born .   March took matters into her own hands though and volunteered Dan Heng. What to do with a body that isn’t breathing?? CPR   Dan Heng’s idea of a CPR is a bit questionable. Caelus’s chest is hard under his fingers and the cold is seeping through his clothes. But Caelus dosent have that lifeless dull parlour either. There’s no wounds or bruising. Dan heng’s disinterest turns into mild interest. He leans down intending to mouth to mouth before there’s a gasp under him and he watches life breath and molten gold peeks through fluttering eyelashes.   Unnatural but intriguing   March has already pushed him aside , before he can take a closer look and she quickly questions the others health but dan heng can still feel the cold breath against his cheek. Moments later, because that’s what it feels like for Dan Heng, he watches from the side-lines as Caelus takes the monsters hit instead of March. That’s when he thinks he becomes sort of aware that while Caelus seemed to have inherited the qualities of a human to care for others but to a certain fault because he didn’t seem to have the will to look after himself in the process. On Herta’s ship . Dan Heng wonders whether that quality will shine through and Caelus will stay behind to be experimented on by Herta to make her happy , by satisfying her sadistic curiousity that is.   One could see it that way and Dan Heng had no doubt that Caelus, who might be a idiot sees it that way    But Caelus dosent , instead after doing some errands around and disappearing to god knows where after Herta , he comes back to the station and approaches Himeko. Dan Heng watches through the window and Himeko smiles as Caelus states something with determination in his eyes. As Dan Heng turns around to go the library , he doesn’t watch Caelus get on the train because frankly he dosent kmow why he is so interested in this man. And also because he has better things to do.   And yet in the library he finds himself thinking about the other   He wonders whether Caelus isn’t a machine that doesn’t care for its life and what happened earlier with March was just a fluke.       Dan Heng takes back his words. Caelus really doesn’t care about himself At all March laughs merrily as she tells Dan Heng, how Caelus got roped into another request and has run off to help some kid. Dan heng looks back down at his book Then March’s voice turns into one of pity when she also states that Caelus is going to help a nurse after that. That leader of wildfire. If you ask Dan Heng , he doesn’t get why Caelus is doing so much for others. They aren’t supposed to interfere with anything other than the matters related to the stellaron and Caelus despite knowing that its not going to benefit him in any way because why would it when they were going to leave Jarilo-VI after their job was done,  was still running around like a chicken doing things for others.   Shouldn’t Caelus be like March and rest after the chase to the underworld? Or he could do dumpster diving. Days later , after defeating Cocolia. Dan Heng , before departure,  hears more about the man that does errands and is helpful , no matter what time of the day,  More than the new supreme guardians’ discovery of her predecessors ‘sacrifice’. The tones of these people who Caelus has helped are filled with appreciation and a bit of fondness When they finally catch upto Cocolia and Bronya , Dan Heng predicts that the idiot was going to get himself killed.   Dan Heng dodges another attack. His usual flawless defence this time falling short as he narrowly misses a blow. This happens because his eyes are glued on Caelus who’s sprinting and climbing the ancient robot like some critter that’s on a mission. Caelus had to do that  , instead of all of them taking the robot down together There’s sort of a heavy feeling in Dan Heng’s chest. He realises along with Caelus that if this robot is allowed to be operating for any longer then it could do so very bad damage and harm the others. Its too strong and Caelus has taken it upon himself to fight Cocolia so that the robot stops its rampage.   And then Caelus miscalculates a jump and Dan Heng watches from the ground as he falls. Dan Heng throws his polearm before he even thinks that he might be defenceless himself.   Is he becoming like Caelus? He catches himself breathing a sigh of relief when Caelus catches onto the polearm and propels himself up resuming sprinting up the robot . Using the momentum to skid up and to where cocolia is. When did Dan Heng come to rely on Caelus so much like the others? Was it when the other saved march? Or maybe it was when he got too used to seeing the other run around doing errands around the express or Belobog. Why didn’t he think that maybe Caelus isn’t as strong and Dan Heng realises that even if Caelus fit like a puzzle piece in his own and march’s dynamic , he was still new. And Dan Heng should have taken care of Caelus. He should have been responsible.     He is responsible for Them     He watches as Cocolia's weapon makes itself home in Caelus’s chest. Their all shocked and he can hear horrified gasps from the others as Caelus falls off the ledge.     He falls and Dan Heng never thought his heart would twist this much for someone he just met a few days ago.   Caelus really doesn’t give a shit about his life whether people are dependant on him or not , Dan Heng thinks later on because if he did, he’d have thought about his own strength and weakness and wouldn’t have run off into the danger like that. He’d have stayed on the ground and fought with the others. But then Dan Heng also realises something else. Caelus takes the responsibility of what others expect for him to do. They expected and helped him to climb the robot to fight Cocolia. And he did. Just like every other errand he did , that was asked from him and expected him to help with. Dan Heng feels conflicted when Caelus appears alive again. Forget the legendary weapon of Belobog that is priceless, blazing in his hands. Maybe Caelus had calculated the danger and knew he'd come out of it alive? That’s a lie and Dan Heng knows it. it was just a mere coincidence and Caelus’s fate wasn’t yet to be over so soon. And then Dan Heng watches as Caelus taunts the cosmic shit that is twisted with Cocolia’s body and stellerons essence’s  to concentrate all the attacks on himself to allow Dan Heng , march and the other two to attack and Dan Heng realises something. Caelus isn’t careless with his own life. Neither is he confident that he can defeat monsters ,just because he has the stellaron in him Nah , caelus is just a idiot who has a hero complex and is self sacrificial. Back on the express after the whole Belobog thing. Dan Heng sits alone in the library. His gaze is fixed on a word on his book while his mind is set on something else.  Just because Caelus is a idiot who cares too much , Dan Heng wont let him go through everything on his own.     Caelus who has been dumpster diving somewhere on the train sneezes. He wonders if someone is thinking about him. But he couldn’t care less because he has a smelly treasure in front of him     Dan heng decides to go after Caelus and March when he realises who is on Xianxhou Loufu. God he’s better off not going and his senses tell him it’s a bad idea but he isn’t going to let caelus and march go through anything alone even if they have Mr.Yang. Because he knows , even is the elder is there , Caelus is going to do something stupid.    

yes or yes (there is no ‘no’)

['orphan_account']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Arlan/Yanqing

Arlan (Honkai: Star Rail), Yanqing (Honkai: Star Rail)

First Kiss, Fluff, Not Beta Read, Idiots in Love, teenagers in love, first arqing fic, Corny, Established Relationship, Drabble

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

831

1/1

13

240

11

2,220

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[]

“Can I kiss you?” Arlan almost choked on his own spit. The paper in his hand dangerously seconds from crumbling. Yanqing had his chin on his palm, glazing at him in some sort of dazed fascination. Arlan coughed into his fist, and gently smoothed over his report. “Why all of a sudden?” He turned and walked into the office to drop off the work. Yanqing closely followed him like a lost puppy. The ponytail of his hair swinged back and forth seemingly as if it was trying to mimic a tail. “I don’t know, I’ve been wanting to for a while.” Yanqing said after a while. All that came from Arlan was a hum of acknowledgment, trying to hide his own embarrassment. He scribbled a few more words on his paper. Yanqing started fumbling with his black collar. Tugging it, folding it into, well, folds, and running his fingers on the button. Arlan paid no mind, scribbling some more. The blonde boy snakes his hand towards his chest, and started messing around with Arlan’s ID card, reading the description. He stared intensely at the ID’s photo of him. There was the sound of a phone clicking, and the ID bounced off on Arlan’s clothes when Yanqing let go of it. There was a mistake on the paper. He crossed the information out, and rewrote the statement.   Apparently being stubborn was a genetic trait, because Yanqing started attacking Arlan’s hair. Undoing the small ponytail, redoing it, and then making a braid at the side and letting go. He ruffled Arlan’s hair until he himself felt so tangled, he brushed it out with his fingers. Then Arlan can feel Yanqing’s hand petting his head, and caressing it. There, the paper seemed good enough. Maybe Lady Astra would compliment him on his dedication to this piece. Suddenly he felt a hot breath blowing on the backside of his neck. He jumped in surprise, covering the nape of his neck and turning around to see the culprit. Two red colors bloomed on his cheeks. Yanqing just grinned at him slyly. “You haven’t said yes or no to the kiss yet.” He said, his hands behind his back. “I’m focusing on my paper right now, I still need to proofread it and ——“ “Yes or no?” Yanqing singsong putting on a mischievous smirk. “If you say no, I’ll run away and tell everyone that you broke my heart…” Arlan gave him a look playfully, knowing he would in fact probably do that, being the exact dramatic person he is. “Or, how about a kiss on the cheek? How bout it handso ——“ Arlan surged forward, gently cupping Yanqing’s cheeks, and went for the kiss on the lips. They were both inexperienced, making this Arlan’s first kiss. A light peck, nothing serious, yet it made them both heat up. Yanqing’s mouth was slightly opened in shock, his face just radiating heat. “I - what, I meant a kiss on the cheek, but that - too I um -“ He stumbled his words, leaving broken sentences, becoming even more chatty than usually, when all Arlan’s thoughts were just empty other than I can’t believe I just did that Yanqing slide his hands onto Arlan’s face as well, and looked determinedly into his eyes. “Let’s do it again,” He nodded and they both chastely put their lips together. It was slightly confusing, but soon they figured it out. Yanqing tilted his head to a different angle, giving Arlan a opening to kiss more passionately. There was no tongue, or open mouth. Light kiss were pressed onto each other. Arlan’s lips drifted away from Yanqing’s cherry flavored lips, and moved on to the corner of his lip lines, his nose, the crinkle by the eyes, and the two moles. He liked kissing the moles the best. Yanqing sighed in contentment as he wrapped his arm around Arlan’s neck. When Arlan kissed the shell of his ear, Yanqing made a noise and covered it. He looked at Arlan in embarrassment. Arlan just smiled, making his hands on the creek of Yanqing’s back, tracing where the backbone is. A knock on the wall made them jump away from each other, shoving their hands anywhere but on each other. The Trailblazer, Stelle looked at them both suspiciously. “Sorry, I came here to collect the paper back to Astra. Am I interrupting anything?” She asked, walking up to the desk and started sorting the data out. “Nope, nothing, nothing at all. We are uh, just talking about the new game, ForkNife, right Arlan?” Yanqing said hurriedly, suppressing his blush under control. “Uh yes. Have you perhaps heard of it?” Arlan said, playing along. “Hm, I can’t say I have. I might check that out though. Alright, I’ll have to drop these off. See you two later.” Stelle waved goodbye and went out. They stood next to each other in silence. “So.. you wanna continue doing what we were doing before babe?” A pillow whacked Yanqing right in the face.

Don't Worry

['Luckycharm101']

General Audiences

Gen

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Jing Yuan & Yanqing (Honkai: Star Rail)

Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail), Yanqing (Honkai: Star Rail), Fu Xuan (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff, Soft Jing Yuan, Written During 1.0 Update (Honkai: Star Rail), found family trope, edited at 3am

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

2,071

1/1

29

964

107

9,361

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[]

Jing Yuan has been pacing back and forth in front of his large desk, stacked with unfinished paperwork, for over an hour now. The occasional personnel and Cloud Knights, passing by his office to deliver more reports to the ever increasing mountain of documents, have all taken turns glancing over at him and wondering just what was wrong with their usually stoic and nonchalant general. Jing Yuan was not blind; he could tell their curiosity by their poor attempt at discretion. He could almost smell the rumors that were bound to arise in the next few hours, not that they were of any concern. No. Right now, only one thing nagged at his mind and made him this restless: Yanqing has not returned from his mission yet. Worse, attempts at communication have failed for the past four hours. Jing Yuan sighed, passing a hand through his hair. That kid… He should have known it would be a bad idea. ---- A week ago, a mechanical beast—most likely the work of the Denizens of Abundance—had been sighted close to a nearby star. The general had originally planned to send a troop of Cloud Knights over to deal with the situation. However, when Yanqing overheard the news from God knows where, he practically begged the general to let him join the party. Evidently, Jing Yuan flat out refused his demand and told him, “Yanqing, it’s still too early for you to go on this kind of mission.” To which the young boy replied, “But general… You know I’m better than all the men in the troop combined! Please!” “Haah… Of course I’m aware, Yanqing. I’m not referring to your skills but your inexperience. The number of missions you have participated in can be counted on one hand. Unlike you, these men have knowledge of what they might be up against,” Jing Yuan explained. “Besides, the last few times, I was there with you so I could jump in at any moment should things go South. This time, I have to stay in the Luofu to welcome guests from the Alliance.” “Please, general! You can’t keep me caged up in the Luofu forever!” Yanqing kept on nagging Jing Yuan all day long after their discussion, following him everywhere, pleading over and over and over again to the point of giving Jing Yuan a serious headache, then bringing the general his favorite tea to soothe said headache. At the end of that day, Jingyuan could not handle his problem child anymore. “Fine, Yanqing. I will accept your request on one condition.” Picking up his spear, he said, “If you can land a hit on me, you can join the mission.” “Wait, general—” “Oh? So you don’t want to go anymore?” “No, no, that’s not it. It’s just…” Yanqing looked at him pleadingly. “Could you maybe only use one hand?” “Boy, do you think the enemies you will face will hold back one hand against you?” “But that’s not the same! I’ve never won against you, even with one hand behind your back!” Jing Yuan softened at the twelve-year-old boy. “Okay, how about this. I don’t use any elemental attacks, just my spear. You can use whatever you want. Is that fair?” “Okay!” Yanqing cried, readying his swords. Then, in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between the general and himself and attacked vigorously. The older man dodged the blows with ease. “You’ll have to do better, Yanqing. Your moves are too predictable!” The young swordsman did not back down, instead putting even more focus into his attacks. Jing Yuan smirked a little, proud to see the extent to which his little fighter had improved since the last time they sparred. After a few minutes of trading blows, Jing Yuan decided that it was time to end this. He was already tired from Yanqing’s previous commotions. Using the momentum he had gained from dogging, he shifted his body mid motion and charged at his young opponent. “You’re open!” Before Yanqing could defend himself, he was sent tumbling back by a harsh hit to the stomach. “Ugh…” he groaned in pain. Looking up, he could see his teacher approaching, brandishing his spear against him. “Do you yield?” “...” “Come on, Yanqing. We don’t have all day. You’ll get your chance next time.” Just when Jing Yuan thought the boy would admit defeat, he heard him call “Mimi! Now!” Jing Yuan turned his head to the side in confusion, eyes widening at the huge lion launching at him. Before he even knew it, he was pinned to the ground and being licked by his pet lion. “Mimi, you traitor! And Yanqing, I can’t believe you would stoop so low as to use such an undignified move!” he exclaimed dramatically in a tone of false reprimand. “Sorry not sorry, general!” the little devil laughed before pulling himself off the floor. “It’s not my fault Mimi likes me better than you hehe! You did say that I could use anything I wanted to fight you, no? I technically landed a hit on you!” “Not so fast, kiddo.” Jing Yuan pushed Mimi, who started licking his hair, to the side. “That hardly counts as a win. But fine, I made the rules. I give you permission to go—sit down!—on the condition that you obey the troop leader’s every order and refrain from drawing your sword unless it is for self-defense.” “But—” “No buts. You will only be on the sidelines and safe zones to learn from your seniors on the field. Do I make myself clear, Yanqing?” “Yes, general.” Then, he made a proper little bow. “Thank you for this opportunity.” “Good.” Jing Yuan ruffled the boy’s hair. “Now go rest. Tomorrow, I’ll be expecting you in the briefing room first thing in the morning to go over the mission.” “Will do! Good night, general!” ---- The mission was simple. The reports did not indicate any abnormalities with the beast and Jing Yuan handpicked the best party for the safety of his young protégé. Nothing should have gone wrong. Jing Yuan anxiously looked outside his large window, as if Yanqing and company would just appear out of the blue. He was just about to ask for updates on the situation when he heard a hologram communication request from Fu Xuan. “Ah! Fu Xuan! Perfect timing. So, any news?” “The search party has not found their whereabouts just yet. However, my divination has provided some insight into their situation.” “Go ahead.” “Well… it’s not good, to put it bluntly. I’m not sure if some incident occurred or if there was an element which we have not foreseen. In any case, I’m afraid the troop will not come back in one piece.” “Prepare the ships, I will—” “Wait, general Jing Yuan! Let me finish. Even though the rest of the troop might be in critical condition, I have not sensed any such indication for Yanqing. He’s fine, I’m sure of it. I’ve already sent people out looking for him prior to meeting with you. He will be back soon.” Jing Yuan sighed in relief. Finally, good news. “Good work, Fu Xuan. And thank you. Please keep me updated.” “I will,” she said before disappearing. Jing Yuan looked out the window once again. He desperately wanted to find Yanqing himself but a glance at the papers on his desk made him think twice. He will be fine… he thought before settling down for the first time in hours. Perhaps paperwork will distract his thoughts for now… ---- Six hours later Knock, knock. “Come in,” Jing Yuan said. He hasn’t moved an inch since Fu Xuan’s call, safe for checking his phone once in a while for any news from the diviner. Still, after all this time, the documents on his desk barely seem to have reduced in size. A Cloud Knight entered the room and cleared his throat. “General, I’m sorry to bother you, but young master Yanqing has been found. He’s being brought to the infirmary at this moment.” Jing Yuan instantly rose from, startling the sleeping Mimi in the process. “Thank you. I’ll be going there right away.” Jing Yuan all but ran towards the infirmary. In his head, countless different scenarios played themselves. Did Yanqing get injured? How severe? Probably not so if he’s not in the emergency room… But what if he lost a limb? How would he fight from now on? That would completely crush him… No, that’s impossible! Stop it, Jing Yuan, he’s— “Fine…” Finally, Jing Yuan made it to the infirmary. On a small bed, under a thick white blanket, laid his little treasure. Slowly, he tiptoed towards the bed, careful not to wake up the sleeping boy as he assessed the injuries. “He has a small bone fracture on his left arm, but nothing to worry about. He’s so young it will heal without any lasting damage. Just make sure he doesn’t overexert himself or injure himself further for the next ten to twelve weeks, and he should be all good to go. Don’t worry, general,” the doctor adds after seeing the look on Jing Yuan’s face before exiting the room, giving him some privacy with the patient. Jing Yuan fetched a chair and brought it next to the bed. “Oh, Yanqing… if only you knew how worried I’ve been. If something happened to you, I…” his voice quivered slightly, making him stop to take a shaky breath. “I… I wouldn’t… I would have never forgiven myself.” “Hmm…” Yanqing shifted in his sleep, frowning before opening his eyes. “General? Where… where am I?” “You’re awake!” Jing Yuan caught himself and offered a tender smile. “Don’t move too much. Here, let me help you sit. There we go! You’re in the infirmary. I haven’t had time to be briefed on what happened yet but don’t worry, you’re safe now, Yanqing.” “The infirmary? Wait…” Suddenly, a light of recognition flashed in his eyes. “The others! They need help! They might still make it if we go now—” “Calm down. We already have people on the move.” “The mission… General, I’m sorry I failed to help them!” Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of the event leading to all this mess. “I’m so sorry! It was all my fault! If I wasn’t there, they might have made it out but…” He choked on his words, gasping for air. “But—but they sacrificed themselves and I—I… I wanted to go back but I didn’t know—” Jing Yuan hugged the trembling boy, slowly petting his hair and whispering “Calm down, shhh… calm down, Yanqing. Shhh… it’s okay, it’s not your fault. Breathe… come on, deep breath… in… and out… okay again… in…” Eventually, Yanqing’s breathing calmed down and he rested his head on Jing Yuan’s shoulder, motionless, too tired and lightheaded from his recent panic attack. Still, he could hear his mentor’s soft words above his head. “Yanqing, listen well. This mission, all that happened, was not your fault. Unforeseen events happened for which we were not prepared for so don’t blame yourself. If you must blame someone, blame me.” Jing Yuan felt the young boy shifted a little against him with those words. “You did what I told you to do, you followed the leader’s orders, and you made it out relatively unscathed so you did well, Yanqing. I’m very proud of you.” Jing Yuan looked him in the eyes and wiped the drying tears on his small cheeks. “Do not look down on yourself; do not think of yourself as weak. In the future, if you wish to channel this frustration into something productive, become even stronger so that you can overcome even worse enemies.” Yanqing used the last of his energy into a slight nod before dozing off to sleep. This kid could be such a handful sometimes, yet his little existence became the most precious thing in Jing Yuan’s life. Sometimes, he would treat the youth like a general would his soldier. Yet at times like these, he could not forget just how young the boy truly was, how much he needed love and protection just like any other kid his age. It made him feel like a protective papa bird, caring for his baby chick. Jing Yuan carefully tucked Yanqing back into the covers and whispered, “Sweet dreams, little one. I’ll be here for you when you wake up.”

gepard crying (WOOOOOOOOO)

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Explicit

F/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

reader/gepard

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

reader/gepard - Freeform, Female Reader, dom reader, top reader, bottom gepard, Crying, Pegging, Strap-On, Overstimulation

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

444

1/1

8

334

8

8,917

['Akin0', 'johnnysjoobies', 'NeroTheDevilBringer', 'Noomkrad', 'grape21244788', 'Lin_natl1', 'Kalypso_Fox', 'halafterlight', 'fiivio', 'Woodo', 'average_scara_simp', 'Ziasen_is_tryna_sleep', 'ChocoMalk', 'YourFavoritePiglin', 'reyafart', 'docmobi', 'Boo__1', 'Amor_et_Mortem', 'weirDww', 'Lacie994', 'ThatPurpleDragon', 'whitewolfsupreme', 'what_is_wrong_with_everyone', 'ClickBaitGetsMeEveryTime', 'winniethewicked', 'Lunvnnu', 'Rezuri', 'Ingenious13', 'cKyla_02', 'i_hate_you_too', 'nctuvwxyz', 'Ekklesia', 'soppiio', 'Angicecol', 'Liz_ZZZZ', 'ichigohaatsu', 'iwishsisks', 'iaegames', 'Decsnowflake', 'stealthcarrot', '5unny_deez', 'Sasaki_12', 'tangtang24', 'BITCHRIDE', 'AliveandKicking', 'planttrophy', 'Whavei', 'Bubble_gum_fairy', 'rennieeee', 'hiyoriasyr']

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your finger trails down the length so slowly like a tease, gepard thinks it's killing him. a new form a torture not even the the guards of silvermane would use. your eyes light up, a glint of sadistic intentions reflected with your orbs. they do say eyes are the window to someone's soul; and you can't help but be a little sadistic when you see such a beautiful, cold, and powerful man before you, reduced to nothing but a crying mess under your touch. sending a particularly harsh pump down his cock, you hear what can only be described as a pitiful moan, gepard's voice so broken and full of desperation. he jerks into your hand without thought, mind blank with so many sensations that he didn't want to think. "it's endurance training, baby," you apologetically smile, whispering into the area between his neck and shoulder. gepard shudders, the hot breath fanning against his skin. although you want to feel sorry for denying him to release after playing with him for so long — it wouldn't be sincere. "unngh, i- i can't, y..y/n," he breaks, shattering that once meticulously held image he makes of himself. the captain of the silvermane guards is utterly destroyed. gepard sobs, warm tears wetting your hand which cupped his face. golden locks which stuck to his face from sweat and tears were brushed away softly, and you can't help but admire the state you've pushed him towards. reddened eyes are hazy, yet they still attempt to meet yours. it's a tearful gaze, accompanied by wet lips that went through a lot of rough kissing. if he's so endearing, how can you say no? "what do you want? tell me." "i...i need you...i-inside of me," shamefully, gepard musters out with his eyes shut in embarrassment. his closed eyes push out the welled up salty liquid, and yet another tear trails down his flushed cheeks. you smirk, adjusting your strap-on slowly. and push it in without warning. "ah-AH!" he chokes, gasps turning into sobs and moans of pleasure, head flying back. gepard sees nothing but stars, his vision blurring. he felt everything but nothing — just ecstasy. it didn't take long, ropes of white releasing all over his chest and onto you. sighing, you slowly pull out, and you can hear the blonde beneath you whimper, still overstimulated. you both are panting, exhausted. "...you're so..mean..." gepard huffs, the feelings of humiliation just hitting him now as he raises his arm over his face, attempting to mask the red and tears all over his face. you lightly push his arm away, wiping the stray tears from his face. "hehe,"

frosted glass

['moonatic']

Teen And Up Audiences

Gen

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang, Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), the astral express family

Dissociation, the aftermath of the belobog boss fight bc i like inflicting pain, Hurt/Comfort, depiction of being stabbed, playing with the elements because i wanted to, seriously though major spoilers for end of belobog arc, Found Family

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,174

1/1

16

504

94

2,556

['FieryRose', 'Qwerted', 'CJDitrani', 'Marinny', 'mochacciino', 'Wolf_Of_The_West', 'Loneson', 'russetfoxfur', 'seitennosinker', 'radiashen', 'SkepticalSceptile', 'Sirimy2', '404_ghosted', 'Bulbasaurtheexplorer', 'thebeatlesrock23', 'SkyHeart1004', 'Qmega', 'Abeillas', 'Lorrane', 'sunscares', 'kaeyaenthusiast69', 'Lyr1k', 'TheAnxiousCamel', 'MirrorAlice_01', 'Azriahn', 'Well_okay_then', 'Mayhemba', 'StormySkies95', 'IceTheCrystal08', 'justoneAnon', 'kokerret', 'purplelotuses', 'Nova_Blair', 'kk_rose_666', 'Estnov', 'Akanda', 'MightWastedOnTheMighty', 'captinartemis', 'sinfulshell', 'hennii', 'Pinxku', 'TeaOnAHotDay', 'Smellofsnow', 'I_like_yr_fic', 'mist_is_tired', 'StardustCocoa', 'TamNumber2', 'SnowyOrigamiOwl', 'selectively', 'nyctaea']

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No one said it out loud, but everyone knew that Stelle should be dead.  “How long do humans live?” March was skipping next to her, almost brushing shoulders with every jump. Stelle was bemused by her antics.  “Forever,” Dan Heng had replied quietly, looking to the horizon. “But at that point, they can’t be called human anymore.” Stelle frowned and stared at her shoes, thinking of the Stellaron burning in her body, sustaining her. Two times now, she had escaped death. How many more?   She could still feel it. The supreme guardian’s spear, piercing her through, crushing her bones and organs until it stabbed through her back. The blood that still stained her jacket and shirt, the only reminder that it had happened at all (the Preservation didn’t include cleaning services when saving her life, it seemed). That same spear was her own now, in some strange twist of fate. Stelle stared down at her hands, sitting on the edge of the bed, and summoned a small flicker of flame forth. It responded to her call readily, greedily, nourishing itself not on the oxygen in her room but her own energy. It was beautiful, in its own way. She pressed the flame closer to herself, hoping that it might banish the chill that sank deep into her bones. Her ribs ached like ice still grew on them, her breaths shorter than they were before. She knew, logically, that the ice was gone, and she was hale and healthy.  Yet she still held the flame closer and closer, seeking that warmth.  No matter how hard she tried, though, the cold did not leave. It seemed to take the fire as an invitation to spread further, heavier, weighing her down and immobilizing her. Stelle gazed forlornly down at her chest as the fire flickered out, leaving her fingertips to trace where the scar could have been. It was getting harder to breathe. With the absence of the warmth, the memory of falling from the Engine crept back, her body in too much shock to register the pain.  Her gaze danced, unseeing, to her phone. She should tell Himeko that she would be unavailable for missions for a few days. Her free hand reached out and typed… something . Good enough, she assured herself. She was mildly surprised when she made out the brown of Welt’s icon responding, then the red of Himeko’s. She had accidentally texted the family group chat, but maybe that was better, to let everyone know.  Stelle turned off her phone and batted it away as it continued to buzz, landing somewhere on the floor.  She tried to get the fire going again. If she could just get warm, she would be fine. Even as she watched her breath puff in front of her, the snow falling on her lashes, she would be fine. Even as the frost crawled up her legs, then her torso.   A warm hand grazed the center of her back, right where the lance had emerged from her skin. Two more hands appeared in front of her, gently pulling at her own and interlacing their fingers. Somewhere in the back of Stelle’s mind, she acknowledged that the hands holding hers were normally cold, but right now they felt like a furnace, warming the glacier of her arms. The hand on her back disappeared for a moment, and she swayed, but was soon caught by the heavier weight of a body sitting next to her. No longer a hand, but an arm wrapped around her middle, grounding and secure and holding her fraying edges together.  Her phone buzzed again, and the body next to her pulled out his own to type something, and then it was put away. Stelle stared down at her joined hands, leeching warmth, and wondered at the colors. Warm, with pink-tinted fingertips that indicated healthy blood flow, rather than the colorless extremities of being in the cold. Somewhere, she thought that the one holding her hands should be more talkative, but the three of them sat in silence as she shivered.  It was too bad the Preservation couldn’t erase memories, she thought idly, unseeing even as her companions pulled her closer, sharing more of their warmth. Perhaps something she could ask that strange person from the Garden, once she was less cold. And she was getting warmer, now; feeling tingled in her limbs and the ache of her wound returned. The arm around her middle kept her together, kept her from splitting in the middle like a log of wood on the chopping block of the sky. The hands in hers reminded her of the strength in the fire of the lance, holding it in her hands as she brought judgement down onto Cocolia.   Her next exhale shuddered, and she barely felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her vision swam even more, but she came to realize the pink blob sitting at her feet was March, the black and green one to her side Dan Heng. She sniffled, and almost went to wipe her nose, but stopped with an aborted jerk of her arms. Dan Heng grumbled something and March stood, letting go for only a moment to grab a tissue from the box near the bed. Shame crawled through Stelle, but March’s eyes were free from any judgement- instead, a little sad, but understanding.  The three of them sat in silence once more, but Stelle was warm again. The ache in her chest faded to one more made of grief, patched over for the moment. The fire flickered in her breaths again, curling through her lungs and embracing her like a long lost lover, settling in to chase the last of the frost away.  Dan Heng, surprisingly, was the first to break the quiet. “Let’s stay on the Express for a few days.” March wrinkled her nose, but sat next to Stelle on the bed, squishing her in the middle. “I guess that next Trailblaze can wait. Maybe we can get Mr. Yang or Himeko to tell us some stories of their own adventures!” Stelle smiled and nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. It felt that if she were to break the delicate balance she had entered, she would be dragged back into the cold again. Cocolia’s face was still imprisoned in her memories, angrily snarling as the Stellaron took over. If she listened hard enough, she could imagine she could hear the whispers of the imprisoned force, begging to change the world.  “We can stay here for a little while though,” March conceded, wiggling to get comfortable and laying her head on Stelle’s shoulder. “C’moooon, Dan Heng.” Dan Heng sighed and reluctantly pulled all three of them down so that they were staring at the ceiling, but a smile tugged incessantly at the corners of his lips.  Stelle glanced back and forth between the two of them and breathed in, tasting embers on her tongue, and breathed out, carefully bringing out a smile of her own as March began to talk again.

The Scars Burn for Them

['ThisFandomIsntDead']

General Audiences

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng/March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Herta (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang

Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, I literally don't know how to tag this, Pre-Relationship, Can be seen as romantic or platonic, Pre-Jarilo-VI, Herta Space Station, Let me know if theres any other tags I need, Yearning without knowing it, I wrote this in a single hour pray for my brain, No Beta we die like Trailblazer going into the closet

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,572

1/1

5

356

35

3,137

['Willows_Wispss', 'Azriahn', 'TuttleDragon', 'Candy_4MA1', 'Khrepta', 'legendoftheotherside', 'baaiyiayoo', 'AceGlaze', 'Babyblack69', 'jaspercasper', 'ServerNotFound', 'swampbebe', 'Koriiney', 'Asophogus', 'cielofiorehime97', 'iLUVWnGJiii', 'GhostPrinceIII', 'BloodMoonPhoenix', 'guysa6ertwua6tgwa', 'Trainrider', 'TimelessLife411', 'White_Rabbit_Shiro', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'BurBerryBlue', 'starlightsphinx', 'OmniMaiMage', 'AngelicWings19', 'Luminous27', 'LobsterPARTY', 'orkestrations', 'rokutenichi', 'Sleepy_Burito', 'Skull1412', 'S0leill', 'OceanicHeartbreak', 'Salmon_Ahumado', 'vishbonk', 'Camiengod', 'JJY221', 'Arcaluna', 'CelestialKitsune', 'Vvisama', 'PinkIris', 'Luna3003', 'strialavender', 'jodiiiiii', 'Prienova', 'whattheheckhero', 'ReadingonaPSP', 'akumainoue']

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The Stellaron inside of Caleus always felt hot, it made his body run typically warmer then most of the other species the Express crew had come across which meant getting a baseline to see if he was healthy was tricky, and this was on top of all the other questions asked.   How much basic information do you know?   How much complex information?   He had to sit there and explain to Welt and Himeko that yes he knew how his own body worked in every way thank you very much. They made him spell out what that meant as well much to his horror, but the worst thing was the vibrating inside his chest when he told them.   Himeko had gone quiet and Welt had paused, his face shifting into deep thought and curiosity. The longer Caelus explained it the less he could get what it felt like to them and he started getting more and more angry about his own inability to describe it.   A hand had been placed across his tightened fists and his eyes opened back up as he sucked in air to calm himself almost reflexively.   “Your eyes glow gold when you get worked up.”   Himeko’s voice filled the room that had gone silent while Caelus tried not to scream and it left him with a cold feeling settling over his shoulders and down to his fingers. It was almost relaxing if his body wasn't fighting to heat back up, it made him feel ill so they had stopped the questioning and let him lay down on a cot, telling him he would have a room by the next day.   He had lied awake for hours on that cot flexing his fingers and feeling his body almost heat up in response anytime he focused on it. When he finally relaxed even the slightest, he’d fallen asleep near instantly without even taking any of his clothes off or getting under the blankets. It was too hot for that anyway.   ~   Waking up he’d felt normal again and met up with the rest of the crew for breakfast, to everyone's surprise and a bit of Caelus’s own horror of just how much food he put back before finally feeling full before March cracked a joke about someone finally being able to enjoy her snacks with her.    Later they’d figured out the Stellaron basically burned through most of what he consumed as its own fuel and left little for him to function without basically being chased down by a Himeko sent March with snacks for him at various points of the day.   It was something he finally felt comfortable with by the second week of March appearing out of the walls to ambush him with varying treats and sometimes even full meals if he looked “Particularly pale” which he knew as her way of noticing he’d been eyeing up the candy bowls Pompom placed around the train for “Guests” but they’d said it while looking at Caelus so it was obvious who it was really for.   After figuring out the amount of food he should be getting at minimum to be able to function, Welt had pulled him aside and asked him if he’d be comfortable doing a full body exam with Herta later if someone was present with him.   Caelus knew regardless of who he would never live it down but agreed nonetheless and that began the messages from Herta on his phone blowing up for a solid two minutes before sending a final “I’ll be waiting in anticipation for your arrival.”   He knew he shouldn’t be scared.   ~   Scratch that he was terrified as Herta spoke.   “Strip.”   Caelus felt his mouth open and his face heat up as he squeaked out a “W-what?” and covered his chest with his arms like he was a maiden getting peaked in on in the bath.   “You heard me the first time. Strip. I need to see any markings on your body if anything.”   For someone so tiny Caelus felt intimidated beyond belief and he’d helped take down the giant Doomsday monster.   Arms still crossed over his chest, Caelus’s molten eyes turned towards Dan Heng who looked about as pleased to be here as a cat in a rainstorm. He did not acknowledge Caelus’s pleading eyes.   Unfolding his arms from across his chest, Caelus resigned himself to following Herta’s orders just to get out of here faster.   ~   Shivering in the cold and sterile environment as Herta looked him over and had various machines scan him while he stood in the middle of the room with just his underwear covering his skin.   Dan Heng had looked at him the second he heard the heavy coat hit the floor followed by Caelus’s gloves. He’d been unsure of what to expect while looking at a man who literally had been birthed to hold and contain a Stellaron but he wasn’t expecting the long roping scars cross his biceps that disappeared under the white shirt which soon got tossed off to see the scars continue to the long almost crevice that started at the top right shoulder down across Caelus’s chest to the other side of his ribs only ever so slightly drifting down in angle.   As Caelus had undone the belt on his waist Dan Heng had caught sight of more scarring on his palms but as bad as they looked they didn't appear to affect movement of his hands at all. A brief pass to Caelus’s face caught Dan Heng red handed as he was looking before he turned away almost feeling a warmth like being covered in a blanket fresh from a heater.   ~   By the time Herta had collected all of the photos and information she’d wanted Caelus’s was shivering in the room and had thrown his clothes on faster then he ever had before. Herta had then told him his body temp had been falling as she was working and called it “curious” before kicking Dan Heng and him out of the room.   “I never want to hear the text tone from my phone again because it might be her.”   Caelus rubbed his arms to get heat back into them. It struck him a bit odd that he was as cold as he was considering he’d been running a higher temp then most with now issue. He’d report it to Himeko and Welt later just to cover base with them if something happened.   “You could have said no.. You realize this, yes?”   Dan Heng turned his eyes onto Caelus who shrugged before Caelus spoke again.   “I know about as much as you guys do about my own body, it’s nice to at least chip away at knowing.”   He went silent before dropping his hands to his side and starting to walk back to the main deck.   “You knew about the scars before any of us though.”   Caelus paused barely past Dan Heng in the hallway and swallowed the anxiety of that fact being aired before laughing it off and crossing his arms behind his head as he walked farther down the hallway.   “It was only a matter of time.”   Dan Heng felt like those words were not meant for him to have heard.    ~   When they had got back aboard the Express everyone had been in the lobby and just as Caelus feared Herta had shared with them the “interesting marks across his body.” along with photos of them and a thermal scan that showed they ran hotter than any part of his body.   “Do they hurt?”   March’s voice was small as he looked at him and Caelus rubbed his bicep before speaking.   “Surprisingly not just… sensitive to temperature I guess.”   Himeko had raised an eyebrow like an older sibling getting caught stealing something from their room.   “I see you rubbing at them a lot, are you sure?”   Her eyes pierced him and he sagged in the chair before straightening back up.   “Sometimes they feel like fire is dancing across them, but it's oddly enough not painful just..”   He moved his hands around a bit before they came back down to rest in his lap.   “It feels like everything emotion wise comes through them for lack of a better way to explain.”   Caelus really didn’t know how to explain the burning that lit up his body along the scars whenever he saw March or Dan Heng get hit in battle when they were helping aboard the Station, it almost felt like the burning wanted them .   Those thoughts were what kept him awake at night, the burning would return outside of combat sometimes just to almost whisper at him to consume . Consume what however he had no idea but he knew it was something specific to March and Dan Heng.   ~   They let him off light this time with a warning of “Let us know when you feel something so we can make an accurate baseline.” Welt has said it very clinically but it wasn’t hard to understand they meant everything he felt like they knew he wasn’t giving up something else.   The new room they’d given him was bare with no hint of personality but it was now his . He felt like he had to lay claim to it in some way but as he stared at the darkened wallpaper in front of him he felt the creeping's of that heat swirl across his biceps again before settling down towards his chest.   He’d tell them in the morning.

Nightmares Unending

['Willowiscrying']

Not Rated

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

Nightmares, I Tried, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sad Ending, Author Is Sleep Deprived

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

869

1/1

53

2

800

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He turned to see nothing, left and right was nothing but the dark abyss.Hearing a dreadful sound of a sword seething. He heard a cackle, terror shook his body, “Of five people.” The man uttered, coming out of the shadows, his ruby red eyes piercing through the abyss. The metal of his weapon flashed on his pale skin. “There Must Pay the Price…” The man told the sleeping one darkly, he wanted to run, run away, yet his body kept its footing, refusing to even move an inch away from the man. “You are one of them.” The man pointed his blade, so close to him. Yet before the black blade could pierce his body, before it could allow the crimson to call like those spider lilies the man adorned he lurched forward. His heart thumped intensely, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His lungs burned from the fright and fear. Drenched in sweat, his vision was a bit blurry from the light tears he shedded while struggling to move. He hadn’t had that dream in a while. “Dan Heng…?” A voice muttered tiredly. Dan Heng turned to his partner who seemed to have woken from his nightly troubles. “Is everything alright?” The blonde yawned. Dan Heng swallowed thickly and nodded, “Yeah…” he mumbled. His gaze fell on the exit of his room. “It was another nightmare, wasn’t it?” Gepard asked, although he knew his assumption was correct. Dan Heng bit his dry lip lightly. He felt Gepard wrap his arms delicately around him, like he was some glass doll too precious to ever fall. He lightly kissed the back of his head, “He won’t be able to touch you, Dan Heng. You know the Astral Express group and myself will never let him touch you…” he mumbled. Although tired, he was genuine with the statement. “Take a deep breath, Dan Heng…” He told the man. Dan Heng did what followed, a bit of hesitation, but nonetheless. His first few breaths came out sharp when he followed his beloved’s breathing, one that hurt. Ones that felt like a piercing blade or a scream that was so piercing you were unable to hear anything else but the sharp noise. Gepard gently laid the man back down on the bed, still holding him lightly. He caressed his cheeks, wiping away the tears that had shed during the time, yet even how gentle the movement was, Dan Heng still flinched and had a piercing sob. “Dan Heng… don’t worry, I’m here with you…” He rubbed the back of his head, trying to soothe his distraught lover once again. “I saw him again- Gepard.” Dan Heng shakily told, “I saw him… he was closer than the other times-“ “But why would you worry, Dan Heng? You’ve proven to the Astral express and I how strong and capable you are. You’ve proven him too…” “Yes Gepard I have but- past victories don’t guarantee a future one…” “Indeed they don’t… but Jing Yuan has him captive, Dan Heng. You know many will stop at nothing if he breaches the system.” “But what if their action fails- what if we lose and what if- what if I lose you?” “Dan Heng… why would you believe that you’d lose me?” “I-I… anything is possible, Gepard…” “You’re right… but as long as we do not yield into enemies hands, we won’t falter.” “As long as we are together, we won’t lose.” “After all… you made that vow to me. Don’t you remember?” Dan Heng hummed, he remembered the fluttering of white petals and the chiming of church bells. The cheers and applause of all who arrived. “You won’t break that vow, and neither will I…” Dan Heng chuckled, nodding lightly and snuggling closer to his beloved. Allowing the warmth of the other to envelope him like a warm glove that slipped so easily around his hand. Giving him a slight hum of approval.Gepard gave a soft kiss on Dan Heng’s, “it’s alright, Dan Heng… So as long as I am by your side I will continue to express my love to you, and I will continue to protect you… till my last breath.” ~~~ Those crimson droplets stained those golden locks he once marveled, it tainted the light that they once held. He saw the blood ooze on to his hands and the staggering breathing of his beloved. Will the blood wash away? It reminded him of those spider lilies that shamelessly spread through the lands. “Gepard- you promised.” He shouted, the man looked at him sadly and nodded his head, “I did…” he croaked out, “And I failed…” The blood sputtered out of his mouth, giving one last sharp, painful breath, piercing like the sound when the metal made touch of his skin. “I love you… just remember…” “That at least I didn’t break that promise…” “Gepard- Gepard-“ He shouted, shaking his beloved yet he knew it was futile. Everything he did was futile. The man gave a loud cackle, one filled with pride and delight. “Oh Dan Heng, don’t you believe that was the price I told you’d pay?” “No- this wasn’t the price- you killed Gepard in cold blood- I’ll- I’ll have your head!”

pressure melting

['NE038_OM1']

Mature

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Frostbite, Hypothermia, Angst, Whump, you cannot give me an ice planet, and not expect hypothermia whump

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

4,030

1/1

31

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Caelus shivered, drawing his arms tighter around himself, trying to stave off at least a bit of the harsh chill that seemed to seep down into his very bone marrow. From where he walked in front of him, Dan Heng was entirely unaffected by the brutal cold, seeming as if he were only bothered by the heavy snow, and the fact that they had been separated from March 7th during the initial fight. Caelus… struggled to remember what happened in exact detail, too preoccupied with attempting to keep himself warm, but there had been a fight when they had landed on the planet, and March had gotten separated from them near the tail end of it. Then the three of them had been swept away in the blizzard, leaving Dan Heng and Caelus to scramble around in search for March. Caelus was worried for her, of course he was, but the frigid air took precedent in his mind, as bad as it sounded even to himself. He swallowed, throat clicking with it, and shoved his fingers back beneath his underarms, where he had been trying to warm them up ever since they had grown numb with the cold. Fingerless gloves were a poor, poor design choice for a planet like this. He shuddered again and looked up, eyes trailing over the way Dan Heng strode in front of him, breaking the thick snow enough for Caelus to be able to follow behind him, despite his toes having long since gone numb and cold and his feet feeling as heavy as lead. Perhaps it was something about the Stellaron inside him, something that made him inferior to Dan Heng and the others. There weren’t many other explanations that his newly dulled mind could come up with as to why Caelus struggled so severely when Dan Heng didn’t. Caelus blinked, the snowflakes that had gotten caught on his eyelashes clumping up for a brief moment before falling off. “Dan Heng,” he murmured, voice sticking inside his throat a bit before he fully forced it out. Another rush of shudders ran through him, and his skin prickled, hair raising on his arms. He didn’t know what he wanted, not at all, but he knew that they had to stop soon, Dan Heng must be cold too, right? “Dan Heng-“ he repeated, more insistent this time, his body unable to coax out a startle when the other man snapped out a response. ”What, Caelus? We have to find March, please tell me this is serious.” Dan Heng hadn’t turned around as he spoke, still trudging through the horrible, horrible snow, and Caelus blinked. There was a frantic edge to his voice that Caelus hadn’t heard before. Ah, he’d forgotten that Dan Heng and March had been friends for a long while. He exhaled, a huff of heated air puffing out in front of him for the briefest of moments before being whisked away by the wind. He inhaled again, sharper, drawing in air that was cold enough it felt as if his lungs were freezing from the inside-out. It wasn’t serious, not as serious as March still being lost, if Caelus thought about it. “It’s nothing,” he rasped, hardly hearing the grunt that the other man sent him in response. Caelus simply grit his teeth, and followed behind the other man, praying to whatever gods existed that his extremities would warm and his head would feel less… numb. ✩ Dan Heng could not tamp down the panic that threatened to overwhelm him no matter how hard he tried. Logically, he knew that March could handle herself. He knew that she was capable and more than able to be by herself for a little while as they tried to find her, but the lack of her presence set him on edge and he could not help the panic that held his chest in a vice and choked him. He could only be happy, be relieved that Caelus was with him, following his lead. Dan Heng did not want to even begin to consider how much worse it would be if he were the one by himself out here. As embarrassing as it was to admit to himself (let alone admit out loud, which would never happen, if he had any choice on the matter), he valued March as a friend, and could already see Caelus becoming a meaningful person to him. He wanted this nightmare to be over. He wanted to be out of this damned snow. It was irritating enough to force his way through the snow and even more irritating to blink the new snowflakes from his eyelashes. The storm had been consistent, at the absolute very least, and Dan Heng was able to feel the smallest bit relieved at that, but compared to everything else, it counted for little. Caelus trailed behind him, and Dan Heng allowed himself to take comfort in his silent presence. He would have to apologize for his shortness later. The man hadn’t deserved that from him, it had been rude. Dan Heng had no idea how long the two of them had been walking for. March was slippery out here, and he could only hope that she hadn’t been buried in a mound of snow somewhere. He exhaled, sharp, before drawing in another breath, listening closely, trying to hear past the shrilling wind. (In the future, Dan Heng would be so, painfully, relieved at the fact that he had been listening to his surroundings as close as he had.) From behind him, there was a noise, terrifyingly quiet in the grand scheme of things. It sounded as if something had fallen into the snow. Dan Heng faltered, pausing for a small moment, waiting for Caelus to say something, to tell him that he had heard it as well. When there was utter silence save for the shrieking winds, Dan Heng turned to try and catch Caelus's gaze. When he saw the other man's crumpled form in the snow, new flurries already coating his dark jacket, Dan Heng stopped breathing. It took him a moment to figure out just what he was looking at because there was no way- The instant his mind came back to him, he ran, knees weak and trembling as he fell to Caelus's side. The snow crunched beneath him as he settled into it, the sound already an intimately familiar one, and he reached his hands out to the other man's shoulders, trying to shake him back to awareness. He looked small like this, face-down in the snow, clothes growing lighter as more snow covered him further. "Caelus," he rasped, voice catching in his throat, trying to figure out what had even happened. Had he been hurt earlier, during the initial fight? Had something happened after that that Dan Heng hadn't seen? Had Caelus been trying to warn him of it earlier? Dan Heng swallowed, feeling rubbed raw, and he shook himself. Caelus wasn't moving from where he was trying to rouse him, but, thankfully, Dan Heng could see him breathe. He drew in another breath, this one shuddering and threatening to get caught in his lungs, and began the process of turning Caelus over onto his back so he could get a good look at him. The other man wasn't heavy, but wasn't exactly light either. The adrenaline coursing through him made quick work of it though, and Dan Heng allowed himself to feel the smallest bit grateful at that. When Caelus had finally been shifted onto his back, Dan Heng took catalogue of everything he could see. His face was tense, lines of stress between his brows and his lips drawn into a thin line. His eyes were shut, Dan Heng able to see the way they moved beneath his eyelids, something stressing him even in his unconscious state. There was no blood, no broken bones that he could see, and he was confused. And then, he looked closer at the man, at the way the tips of his fingers and backs of his knuckles had gone a raw pink, the way his cheeks and nose had turned similarly bright, the faint blue hue of his lips. Caelus had stopped shivering, and even taking Dan Heng's stupidity into consideration, he knew that that was bad. The cold was affecting him. It was affecting him severely if Dan Heng's knowledge on hypothermia could be considered passable. He swore under his breath, heart pounding in his chest, his hands shaking with it as he tried to calm himself down. "Okay," he rasped, again, caught in his throat. He would have to take care of Caelus, have to find somewhere where he could be warmed up and made alright again. If only March were here, she'd always been better at this sort of thing than Dan Heng. It made no sense, none at all. But Dan Heng refused to think more on that as he shifted, pulling his own jacket off, suddenly grateful at the way the cold hardly affected him. Why Caelus was so different, Dan Heng had no idea. He sat the man up, ignored the way his head lolled to the side, unconscious, and wrapped his jacket around him, overtop Caelus’s own one, hoping to warm him up even a little bit. Dan Heng had no idea what the next step was after this, the initial plan to find March had clearly been derailed. March… March could handle herself. She was stronger and far more clever than she seemed. Dan Heng knew that she would be alright. Caelus on the other hand, looked as if he were fading fast. Dan Heng closed his eyes, and made his choice. He heaved Caelus up, onto his back, careful to tuck his jacket around the man, making absolutely certain it wouldn’t fall off before setting off in the same direction he had been earlier. Maybe they could find some sort of settlement, maybe even a city, on this planet. If not that, then at least a cave or somewhere small to hole up in until Caelus woke up again. Dan Heng braced himself, adjusted his grip on Caelus, relief flowing through him at the soft puffs of air that Caelus huffed out against his neck where his head rested. He would be able to do this, he had to do this, he had little choice in the matter, because Caelus simply was not going to die here. ✩ The utter drudgery of walking while carrying a full grown man on his back was something that Dan Heng had not prepared himself for. He had no idea how long he had been walking for, only able to calculate the passage of time by how his arms burned and his thighs ached, by how his breath increasingly got caught in his chest and he had to cough to clear it. Caelus wasn’t overly heavy, but he was a man, and Dan Heng had never been one for lifting weights in his spare time. The only thing keeping him going was the way he could feel Caelus inhale and exhale against his back, feeling the way the man’s chest expanded as he continued living. His breaths had slowed down since they had begun, and it made Dan Heng feel ill. He did not want to have to carry a dead man. The space around them was a wasteland. Tall craggy rock faces filed the area, heavy fields of snow surrounding them, and Dan Heng had had little luck trying to pick out any caves for them to recoup in. He huffed out a breath, watching it billow out in front of him, eyes burning. Snowfall had picked up again, nothing as severe as it had been before Caelus' collapse, but far heavier than it had been mere moments ago. He could not help the despair that nipped at his ankles when he saw it, something in his chest squeezing and pulling taut at the sight of the darkening clouds overtaking the sky again. Caelus had hardly lasted this long and it hadn’t been snowing nearly as bad as it had been when they had first landed. If the snowfall became heavier again, Dan Heng wasn’t sure if he would make it through another round of storm weather. If they both made it through this alive, every one of them on the Astral Express would need to learn of this, a situation like this could never, ever happen again in the future, Dan Heng wasn’t sure if he would be able to bear going through this again. A sharp wind buffeted at his hair, blowing it into his eyes, and he grimaced, readjusting his grip and ignoring the sharp burn that jolted up his forearms. The sky was rapidly darkening, casting a shadow across the ice-white snow. Panic thrummed inside him, making him sick, the saliva souring in his mouth with the taste of fear. “Shit,” he swore, having to focus on the sensation of Caelus breathing to keep from completely falling into panic. ”March!” He called out, desperate, voice cracking halfway through the name, his cry loud enough that he could hear it echo through the sharp cliff faces. Dan Heng had not felt so useless in years. “March!” He had no idea what March could even do at this point, even if they did find each other, but she would come up with something, she had always been better in situations that required a delicate touch than Dan Heng had been. Caelus had not shivered in a long, long while, not since before Dan Heng had even picked him up, and he was intimately aware of the fact that a lack of shivering was bad. The snowfall grew thicker in front of him, blotting out his vision, and he felt ill with fear. He shifted the direction they were headed in, moving towards one of the closest rock walls. It was one of the dozens he’d seen that went straight upwards, and even if it wasn’t ideal, it would hopefully put them in a better position to survive than being lost in the middle of a tundra-like clearing would. Dan Heng’s entire body burned from overuse as he stumbled forward, forcing himself to keep a tight grip on Caelus. He only stopped at the sight of a section of the wall that held a small overhang. It wasn’t grand, was hardly big enough for one of them, let alone two, but Dan Heng had few other options. It would have to do and it would have to last them until the storm stopped. He exhaled, again, another rush of foggy air billowing from his lungs and this time his throat ached at the next icy inhale. When he swallowed, it felt raw against the irritated skin. Adjusting Caelus, he shifted them until his own back was facing the wall, the cold of the rock seeping through the fabric of his shirt as he pulled Caelus’s front against his own. The other man was still unable to stand by himself, so Dan Heng was careful to hold him upright as he sank to the ground, pulling Caelus with him. Caelus was an utter deadweight, but Dan Heng was still painstakingly careful as he moved him. He let the man sink into his chest, using the palm of his hand to direct Caelus’s face into his neck, pressing their chests together, and then bringing Caelus’s legs up over his own in an attempt to bring them as close to each other as possible. “Hands in here,” Dan Heng murmured, resisting the urge to sink down into the snow and let his body finally rest as he pulled Caelus’s arms in between them, not wanting his fingers to grow colder. As he held Caelus’s hands in his own, he stared, his sluggish mind struggling to comprehend what he was looking at. On one of his own hands was a dark glove, an old relic of which March had a matching pair. It had been repurposed long ago by someone far smarter than him. It had been special-made for their travels. The adjustments to the old, near unusable relics had been small tweaks that worked off of their inane abilities to stave off the worst of the cold and heat that afflicted some of the planets they had visited. And Caelus also had gloves, yes, but… but they were entirely normal. They were not repurposed old relics, they were normal, fabric gloves. Dan Heng had never felt so stupid in his entire existence. ”Aeons,” he breathed, the realization of the fact that Caelus had gone out here in clothes that were more or less normal sank in and Dan Heng could not even begin to comprehend how this had slipped past them. At least now he knew why the weather affected him so heavily, though the information was useless now that they were stuck in the situation. He looked, then, at the face of the man who had followed them out here. He could see now the way that frostnip bit at his face, the way his eyelashes had almost frozen together with the half-melted snowflakes clumping them up. Dan Hen swallowed, and brought one of his hands up to Caelus’s hair, shaking out the chunks of snow that clung to it in mats. He didn’t want him to die out here, not from a mistake that everyone on the Astral Express had made in regards to preparing him for actually facing the wilderness. Dan Heng brought his other hand back down, and used it to slip his glove off of his hand. The instant the fabric left his skin, the cold hit. It felt as if he had been struck by lightning, the tundra so cold it felt hot. He couldn’t even gasp, he couldn’t even breathe, his body just went tight. Was this truly what Caelus had been experiencing the entire time he had been on this planet? Dan Heng had to use all of his restraint, the last dregs of his energy, and his desire to see Caelus survive another day in order to force his stiff muscles to grab for Caelus’s hand and slip the old relic onto it. He shuddered again, and wrapped his arms around Caelus’s back, pulling the other man in closer before closing his eyes and forcing himself to endure. ✩ Caelus blinked, bleary-eyed, thoughts sluggish and slow. He felt warm, he was laying on something soft, and there were even fuzzy sheets atop him. He tried to wake up, still slow and muddled, staring dumbly at the ceiling above him as he tried to recall what happened. There had been Dan Heng, and snow, and then… nothing. Movement in the corner of his eyes drew his attention and he looked over, March 7th’s face peering back at him and he startled, a slow smile drawing across his face as she squealed. “Caelus!” Her voice was bright, a bit choked and teary, but still bright, and Caelus let himself be drawn into a tight hug, the woman’s fingers clutching at the back of his coat as she gripped at him. “Hey,” he said, his voice a mere rasp, and March huffed out a thick laugh against his neck. “Hey yourself,” she sniffed, pulling back to look at him. Caelus did not like the way there were tears in her eyes, but he kept quiet on them, knowing that little good would come if he pointed them out, even if he was curious. “I’m so sorry Caelus, we had no idea that you didn’t have anything to repel the cold.” What? Caelus blinked, trying to process what she said, but March carried on, her voice just as heavy as it had been before. “Dan Heng is fine, don’t worry, but it took Natasha a little longer to make sure you were okay, especially after you’d been out there for so long and-“ he moved his hand enough to touch at her arm, quieting her, March blinking at him for a moment before her face melted into another expression of relief. “What happened to Dan Heng?” Was the first question to leave him, and March’s expression faltered, upset crossing her face as she answered. “He,” she paused, clearing picking her words carefully, and Caelus didn’t like that. “He gave you his artifact in order to help you out there, you were in a really bad spot. He’s still sleeping, he should be up soon though. Neither of you guys had any sort of permanent damage, the hypothermia you had wasn’t too much for Natasha to help along.” Caelus still had no idea who Natasha was, but he could guess that that was knowledge for later. He settled on nodding again, thinking back, trying his best to remember the exact events that happened. There was a terrifyingly blank spot in his mind, and as if March knew exactly what he was thinking about, she spoke. “Don’t worry if you can’t remember much, apparently memory loss is a symptom.” Oh, alright. Caelus… didn’t like that, but it wasn’t as if he could change it. “Where is he?” He asked, March tilting her head over to the sheet of fabric that stood a few feet away from him. “Over on the other side of that. He’s still sleeping but when you feel better we can go sit over there, okay?” There was an edge to March’s voice, something pleading in it, as if she were asking Caelus not to disagree with her on this. He did not want to even think about what she had dealt with, her memory clearly still intact after everything. “Okay,” he said, simple, and the relief in her face at the fact that he had easily agreed made it clear that he’d made the right choice. Caelus settled in to wait, March doing the same, and when she rested a hand against his arm, squeezing every few minutes as if to check that he was still okay, he didn’t mention it. ✩ “Hey,” a soft, familiar voice roused him, and Dan Heng blinked himself awake. It took effort, far more than it should have, but when his vision finally cleared and he was able to look Caelus in the eyes, he found that it was worth it. There was little he could remember, but what he did involved Caelus, and he didn’t like the way recalling it made him feel. Seeing March 7th by his side was even better, the woman giving him a sad little smile, so entirely unlike how she normally looked that Dan Heng couldn’t help but frown. “Hi,” he settled on answering. A hand wrapped around his own, and when he looked down, it belonged to Caelus. “Dan Heng,” March said, her voice choking on his name, the woman struggling to hid her tears, and Dan Heng could only hold onto Caelus’s hand, regret making his heart ache. “Don’t ever do anything like that again, okay? Neither of you two every do that, alright?” He nodded, as best as he could, Caelus doing the same. Dan Heng squeezed at Caelus’s hand, Caelus squeezing him back, and when he brushed his thumb against the inside of his wrist, he heard the other man laugh, light and airy. “Well,” March sighed, hands on her hips, and Dan Heng’s attention was drawn back to her. “I suppose we should tell you about-“ There was a loud knocking from the door to the room (an infirmary, if he were to guess), Dan Heng looking up, and when the door opened unannounced, he grimaced. “I see you both are finally awake,” the man who had opened it said, his voice… posh, if Dan Heng had to describe it. He was blond, in glittery armor that burned at his retinas, and in the corner of his eye, he could see Caelus bracing himself for something. “My name is Gepard, and I feel as if this conversation has been long overdue.” From the way March held herself, and the way Caelus, even in his apparent confusion, braced himself, Dan Heng could imagine that this was going to go poorly.

a name, a few words, and a spark

['fumhelonym']

General Audiences

F/F, F/M, Multi

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Kafka/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Background Bronya/Seele, Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

POV Trailblazer, Pining, Introspection, Bronya/Seele is relevant but not the main focus, Basically this is just pining and longing that's it that's the whole plot, Reader is trailblazer, Trailblazer's Gender is Not Specified

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,109

1/1

4

127

7

2,396

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There's a spark you've been keeping close to you, and an ache in your chest like every character from every romance novel ever. Sometimes you do feel like a protagonist of some story-- probably sci-fi-- having just woken up and suddenly finding yourself defeating the Doomsday Beast, joining an adventuring team with mysterious pasts, then being thrown into a frozen planet and running into all sorts of trouble. Or maybe you're not the protagonist, and you're just a side character in... Pom-Pom's life. Definitely Pom-Pom's, or Sampo's, or the strange man in the back alleys of the Administrative District, or something. Or maybe you're just a plot driving device in Seele and Bronya's GL romance story. Right now, you sort of feel like it. You're on a supply run in Rivet Town with Seele and Bronya, and you can't help but be acutely aware that you are the odd man out, the rickety, third, unneeded wheel on the cart. On your way through Rivet Town, you'd run into enemies multiple times. During each battle, Seele and Bronya had fought together flawlessly, leaving you to fight some one-on-one skirmishes in the corner. They'd also been talking amongst themselves quietly. You were right there, you could hear them bantering and totally not fllirting-- yeah right. You want to shake them by the shoulders, they're so obvious, they're so oblivious.  Currently, the two are chatting in depth about the orphanage Seele and, apparently-- plot twist-- Bronya, had grown up at. Seele shares some stories animatedly, her usually rough tone warm, and Bronya laughs a lot more unrestrainedly than when she was first unceremoniously dropped in the Underworld of Belobog; her laughter has lost some of its trained prim and proper edges, thawing around Seele's warmth. But that's all you catch before you're moving away. You should give them some time alone together, you think. Despite all this painfully obvious third wheeling, you can't be too hurt about it. Even though you'd literally just been born-- kinda-- you understand. You get it, there's something special between the two of them; they draw each other in-- there's a spark. You know that spark. You've carried with you that same spark since you'd woken up for the first time, since you'd blinked awake and into existence with nothing but fragmented memories you still can't make sense of, since you'd been conscious and were left with nothing but a name and a few words. Since you came into being only recently, you're still discovering-- rediscovering, perhaps, you're not sure-- the world around you. Eating and drinking, common sights, simply breathing-- there's so many experiences that feel fresh and new. This includes figuring out what to do with your rare moments of quiet downtime. Only a few times, will there be nothing to. No planets to save, no errands to run, no side-quests to finish, no March 7th to entertain. And in that time, you've discovered new hobbies. You started off with your phone. Although you were playing some sort of otome gacha game based on a popular book in Belobog, you couldnt do that forever. At some point, you got tired of staring at a screen all the time, so you went in search of something new. And there, you discovered stories. Graphic novels, biographies, webcomics, books, diaries, web novels, all documented in the Data Bank and Archives; they showed you different worlds and things you had yet to discover. Real and fake people, love and hate, the highest and lowest of humanity. You were fascinated with every new thing you learned, and each story you held close to you, until you understood the tropes and silly commonalities; until you were familiar with the zero to hero protagonist wielding the power of friendship and flashbacks, the superhero transforming in a telephone booth, the detective finding clues in a suitcase and cracking the case. But one thing that wasn't new to you in these stories was love. You just put a name to the feeling. That spark. So many stories have described a longing. A pining. How you feel as though you're worse when you're without your other half. Soulmate stories of forbidden love and chance encounters, enemies to lovers, and long distance relationships. And you understand. Bronya and Seele are looking at each other in that same way. As some other stories have described it: like she's hung the moon and strung the stars, like she's a precious gemstone, like she wants to live in this moment forever. They'd just met not too long ago, and they had such a rocky start, but there was always something there that you, and everyone around you, all seemed to know was in the air. An undeniable connection, an undeniable attraction. And it's the same for you, because... You have a name. Kafka. You have a few words. "You won't remember a thing except me." And you have this feeling in your chest. The spark. The ache.  Inexplicable. You've learned this feeling to be unjustified. Even though love at first sight is such a common thing in all the romance novels you've read, surely you're more rational than the average, cheesy main character from a trope-y, cliched romance story. You shouldn't be feeling this, when all you have is a name and a few words. But it's just like Bronya and Seele. They hardly know each other, but somehow, there's a spark like how there was a spark between you and Kafka. Or at least, you think there's a spark, and you've held this spark for her all this time, cradled in the cold and sheltered from the biting winds of Belobog. A part of your heart aches, and all you can think on some days is Kafka. Kafka, Kafka, Kafka. Who is she? What does she want from you? Surely, not just for you to have an adventure. There must be some sort of goal she has for you, some sort of expectation, some sort of want. What are you meant to do? You're lost. Maybe she has your purpose. You keep yourself awake at night with all these questions, and the most important one of all: why did she have to leave? You wish you had at least one more moment with her. One more moment for her to answer all your questions, one more moment to just see her, one more moment to be rid of this ache in your chest. It's so so irrational. But you suppose if all of these romance novels share a love at first sight setting, then perhaps there's got to be some truth to it. At least you hope so.

When It’s Cold Outside

['winterspin']

General Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya & Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Original Female Character(s)

Rain, Confused Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Pining, Pre-Relationship, Canon Compliant, Snow and Ice, Mentioned Hook (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya is Gorgeous, Trans Bronya (Not Mentioned), Cute Ending, Fluff and Humor

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

1,528

1/1

13

200

10

2,038

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    The day had been unremarkably dull. The sky was gray, thick rain clouds shielding the sunlight from the citizens of Belobog’s view. It was raining. Rainy days in Belobog had always been days full of panic and scurrying.     See, since Belobog was so cold, most of the rain that was supposed to be falling as water ended up freezing before it hit the ground. So whenever it ‘rained’, people’s vision was even more obscured than usual due to the heavy amounts of snow, and it was a safety hazard because of the huge blocks of ice that could fall onto people’s heads.     Seele, having only been on the surface once when she was a kid, had never experienced a rainy day in Belobog. Until that Thursday morning, of course.      She’d been walking along the streets, looking for a book seller that supposedly had a magazine Hook wanted (though Seele would never admit it, she adored the little girl-- she couldn’t refuse when Hook asked for help in finding the magazine). She did think the streets looked a little bare, but maybe it was just some sort of bizarre coincidence. Afterall, she’d just visited Serval to check the status on a knife she was making, and she seemed perfectly fine.     Seele had finally found the small stall, one made out of wood with colorful decorations, when she came to the horrendous discovery that it was in fact closed. The front of the stall, where you would typically buy stuff, was covered with pink shutters. The purple-haired woman was incredibly confused. It was a Thursday, and all religious meetings took place on Fridays, and it was definitely not a holiday. So where was everyone?     The sky at this point was still a bundle of gray clouds, something Seele decided was just another normal aspect of weather still recovering from the Stellaron. She heard hurried footsteps behind her, and turned to look.     A woman with caramel-brown hair stood in front of her. She wore a dark brown cloak that obscured most of her body, clasping a purse at her side.     “You there! Is today a special occasion? Where has everyone gone?” Seele asked, putting her hands on her hips.     “It’s about to rain! Seek shelter!” The woman told her, nodding profusely. She looked like she was in a rush. Before Seele could reply, she ran off, oak-colored heels clacking against the stone path.     Even though Seele wasn’t heavily informed on the word ‘rain’ she still knew what it was. She couldn’t understand why the word provoked so much fear in the other woman though. Yes, she knew Belebog was cold. But she thought of the city as warm, due to the heaters. So she didn’t consider how the cold climate would affect what fell from the sky.     While Seele was confused, she wasn’t wanting to find out why she should be ‘seeking shelter’, so she decided to take the woman’s advice and hide under the nearest overhang. She watched the streets, waiting for whatever frightening thing would come at her.      At first Seele didn’t realize anything was happening. Snow was falling like usual, there were barely any days in Belobog where you didn’t see snow. But then she noticed something. Those clumps of snow were bigger than usual, and so much was falling that the heaters couldn’t melt it fast enough. She moved her head out from under the overhang to get a better look at the sky above her. It looked normal, if you ignored the big gray clouds.      She scooted closer to the wall, pressing her back to it. She wrapped her arms around her body, she didn’t have a jacket or coat, she was expecting to be in and out of the city; her stay in the outdoors wasn’t meant to be this long, it was her day off after all.      The first chunk of ice fell from the sky into the ground in front of Seele. She kicked it with her foot, making sure it was actually real and she wasn’t just going crazy. It rolled across the ground, being crushed by another falling chunk of ice.     Seele wasn’t scared. This was ice. Even if she got hit she’d be fine. She just didn’t want any injuries, it would be a hassle getting herself bandaged up and sanitizing the wounds.      Just as she was about to slide to the ground, accepting she would be stuck in this dreadful weather for a while, the Supreme Guardian walked up to her.     Bronya was wearing thick, heavy armor. She wore a metal helmet that obscured her whole head with only a singular hole for her face. Her silver hair sang in the heavy winds, snow caught within the locks.     “Seele? Is that you?” Bronya asked, eyeing Seele curiously. Bronya usually wore a more feminine outfit, which she of course looked great in, but she still managed to pull off the bulky armor. Honestly, Seele thought she was gorgeous no matter what.     “Ah, yes. Hello Bronya.” Seele said, embarrassed. It was humiliating to be caught off guard like this.     “What are you doing out in weather like this? You’ll catch a cold.” Bronya told her, concerned. She crouched down, peering at Seele’s face as if she was looking for even the tiniest cut.     “I wasn’t aware the weather was bad today. Ice began to fall from the sky.” She murmured. She still didn’t fully understand what was going on, which was beyond frustrating. It was embarrassing to not know something that was probably really simple in front of Bronya, and anyways, she was frustrated at herself too, for not understanding something about her own home.     “Oh, you haven’t experienced a rainy day yet, have you?” Bronya pondered. If it was anyone else, Seele would think that she was being made fun of. She took time to process and understand things. Usually that resulted in her doing something totally insane and random because she didn’t have enough time to think it all through,     “I have not. I didn’t know how horrible they were.”      “I’m sorry about that. Someone should’ve told you-- I should’ve. I suppose it just didn’t cross my mind due to how busy I’ve been with uniting the Overground and Underground.” Bronya explained, face red from the cold.     “It’s fine. A little bit of ice couldn’t hurt anyone.” Seele laughed, shrugging her shoulders.      “Still. It's much too cold, and you don’t seem dressed for it. I’ll bring you to the bunker.” The Supreme Guardian nodded, putting a hand out for Seele to grab.     “The bunker?” The purple-haired woman turned her head and took Bronya’s hand in hers. It’d be easier to stay together that way (or at least that was what she told herself).     “We have bunkers hidden all around Belobog. They were created when the Eternal Freeze began. They were an attempt at combating the cold on days when it was too unbearable. They’re barely in use now, mainly storage units for the Silvermane guards. I know there’s one nearby.” Bronya explained to her.      “Got it. Lead the way, Supreme Guardian.” Seele smiled.      Bronya and her walked along the streets. Whenever a piece of ice began to fall in their path, even though Seele was perfectly capable of defending herself, Bronya would reach out her gun, knocking the ice away before it could even get close to Seele.      Seele stepped closer, feeling herself get warmer as she did so. She blamed it on Bronya’s body heat, but she knew the woman’s body heat couldn’t get through the heavy armor.       Eventually, they got to the bunker. It wasn’t far, and Bronya pressed a button on the wall (it blended in perfectly with the stones on the wall, Seele was mildly impressed). Which opened up a staircase into a small room. The two walked in.     “The room is probably a bit stuffy. I apologize for that.” Bronya said, taking her helmet off and shaking the snow out of her hair.     “It’s fine. Better than freezing to death.” Seele swallowed, trying not to stare too much at Bronya. She was just so gorgeous. Even when she’d just been marching through the snow like a soldier, and her hair was a huge mess, she managed to look pretty.     “True.” Bronya nodded.m     “Oh, I was wondering, why were you out in the snow? I mean, you knew it’d be raining.” Seele asked, brushing the snow off of herself.      “I like to go out during the rain. It's a good time to search the city and make sure all is going well without concerning citizens.”      “You’re so confident, I admire you.” Seele chuckled, leaning against the stone wall.      “Confident? I wouldn’t go that far, Seele. I just have faith in myself to be okay.” Bronya shook her head, but a smile was on her face.     “You’re a lot of things, Bronya. Thank you for not leaving me in the snow.” The silver-haired woman laughed.     “What kind of Supreme Guardian would I be if I did?” She continued to giggle, and Seele felt her heart melt.     She’d let herself get stuck outside in the rain forever if it meant seeing that smile on Bronya’s face.              

the (raccoon) trailblazer's guide to the galaxy

['lightshift']

Teen And Up Audiences

Gen, M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Danheng/Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Animal Transformation, trailblazer x trash can is the real ship, chaotic gremlin caelus, raccoon caelus, do i even need to tag that when it's already canon

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-02

2,163

1/1

49

3,178

386

20,471

['BlueRosariv', 'ClarityZero29', 'funkymonkeyglasses', 'Anxious_starchild', 'sp00k3s', 'clairvoyantcrow', 'Star48955', 'Mesanychta', 'Yui_Hoshikou', 'big_cloudy_cloud', 'moonlightevie', 'im_gay_whats_it_to_you', 'youjustgottawaittofly', 'phoniexwolf24', 'Poccua', 'Lilbon42', 'Clockwork_Uncanny', 'Hidden_Fox', 'Honeycloudress', 'Omasko422', 'whitefayte', 'GoddesArab', 'HecateLikesToPaint', 'CJDitrani', 'DayDreamingNightOwl', 'Somedumbperson_hi', 'TheDarkestSunshine', 'Aki_Akano', 'vishbonk', 'Ochyuui', 'kartwheeling_away', 'Yuna_MK', 'Aharhel', 'Zi_3', 'leafthecowboy', 'Nik_Mim', 'justskin_bones', 'kage_kitsune313', 'astroqaj', 'Rayquasol', 'llamasliketoast', 'Frogs_are_candies', 'v4nta', 'Raeli_iluxsm', 'Mmmoooomo', 'randompersonfromthesea', 'karkinides', 'AllenaKagamine', 'Kira_3289', 'patrichor']

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“Please stop looking through the trash.” At this point, Dan Heng honestly wonders why he even bothers. Because it’s about the eighteenth time today that he’s tried dissuading Caelus from his trash-trawling adventures, and also about the eighteenth time today that it hasn’t worked. “We really need to get a move on,” Dan Heng prompts, his previous attempt having gone unacknowledged. “Come on, just let him have his fun!” March gives him a playful nudge in the side, and Dan Heng sighs. “If his definition of fun involves raiding trash bins, I think it’s perfectly reasonable for me to oppose.” “Just a moment,” Caelus calls over his shoulder. “I’m sure there’s something worthwhile in here.” He does not, unfortunately, stop looking through the trash. Instead, he promptly turns into a raccoon.     It happens so fast—one moment Caelus is peering into the trash can, and the next he’s nowhere to be seen, his baseball bat lying abandoned on the ground. Instead, there’s now a baby raccoon standing in his place. Its fur is the exact same shade that his hair was. March and Dan Heng exchange glances. “...Caelus?” Dan Heng guesses. The little raccoon makes a chittering noise.     When Himeko comes to the door of the Express to welcome the trio back from their expedition, she can’t keep the confusion off her face. “Where’s Caelus?” March pauses, then lifts a hand and points reluctantly towards the side, where Dan Heng is standing with an irritated look on his face and a trash can in his arms. One that’s certainly far too small to conceal a human. At least, not in one piece. Oh... oh dear. Himeko pales, not daring to look inside for fear of what she might see. She’s not afraid of blood, but there’s no way his remains are going to be pretty. “Who... who did this to him?” Her fists tremble. Why would anyone commit such a violent crime? Before anyone can respond, the lid of the can pops off. A furry little head pokes out, peering curiously over the edge. “I don’t know,” Dan Heng says, glancing down at the tiny creature. “You tell me.”     “Um,” says Himeko, quite the departure from her usual eloquence. “I’m not sure if I missed something, but... why is Caelus a raccoon?” Dan Heng shakes his head wordlessly. A reasonable response. See, it isn’t every day that your boyfriend turns into a raccoon. It’s only natural that he lacks practice in the explanation department for such situations. “No idea,” March chimes, before reaching to pat Caelus’s fuzzy head and give him a comfy little rub between the ears. “Come on, Caelus. Tell the nice lady why you’re a raccoon now.” Raccoon Caelus only snorts. Rude. March looks up at Himeko with a helpless shrug. “I know we don’t exactly have the need for another trash can aboard the Express,” March says. “But Caelus refused to come along without it. He’d keep running away when we picked him up and jump straight back inside—literal dumpster diving! We’re lucky that this is one of the cleaner ones.” Yes, Himeko supposes the can they’ve brought back looks pretty shiny and new, and also lacks any unpleasant odors. But clean or not, Dan Heng still looks pretty miserable regardless. “They’re pretty much inseparable,” Dan Heng mutters. March giggles. “Jealous of a trash can, now, hm?” Dan Heng shoots her a flat look, and she grins. Himeko watches raccoon Caelus with a rather perplexed look on her face. “Maybe... maybe we should bring him to Herta?” If anyone is to know what’s going on with Caelus’s situation and have any idea of how to fix it, it’ll probably be the space station’s master. Dan Heng nods. “Good idea.” He glances down at the trash can he’s holding with a grimace. “Let me just find somewhere to put this.”     The way to Herta’s station is unfortunately not one of peace and quiet. March isn’t quite the type to hold back when it comes to voicing every thought that arises as part of her endless stream of ideas. “What should we call him?” March wonders. They’re seated on the couch, with the trash can placed across them on the other side of the carriage. There are rummaging sounds coming from inside it, as Caelus does whatever it is that raccoons do in trash cans. “How’s ‘Bandit’? Uh... ‘Coco’?” she suggests. “Ooh,” her expression brightens, “how about ‘Raccaelus’?” She looks really proud of herself for coming up with that one. Dan Heng sighs. “I’m sure just ‘Caelus’ as always will be fine.” “I respectfully disagree,” March says. “Anyway, shouldn’t you start calling him something more than just Caelus all the time? Why not use more affectionate endearments for your own boyfriend? There’s so many options. Stuff like honey, sugar plum, sweetheart, muffin, beloved—no way, are you blushing?” “I am not,” Dan Heng snaps, wishing he were the one with ice as his element instead. Maybe then he’d be able to do something about the heat building in his cheeks. “You’re far too innocent,” March wheezes. “None of those were even suggestive in the slightest!” Dan Heng shoots her a glare. It isn’t his fault that the thought of calling Caelus all those things is so... so completely, utterly ridiculous. Caelus, on the other hand, tends to be far more shameless. More comfortable with expressions of affection in general, really. This train of thought drags a recent memory to the surface. Caelus’s hand cupping his jaw, thumb tracing a soft arc up his cheekbone. That voice, a low whisper with the brush of warm lips beside his ear. “Dan Heng, darling.” Dan Heng shoots to his feet right then and strides straight out of the carriage, face burning. Behind him, March laughs even harder.     They get a few pretty weird looks from the people in Herta’s station. Which is to be expected, considering that most normal people don’t exactly go carrying trash cans around like they contain a loved one. Caelus the raccoon scratches away noisily at the inside of the bin, and Dan Heng lets out a long, exasperated sigh. When they reach Herta’s office, they find her tinkering away at a strange contraption—one that hopefully looks more dangerous than it actually is. “Herta,” Himeko greets. “We have something we’d like your help with, if you don’t mind.” “And what would that be?” Herta looks up from her work, her eyes sweeping over them. “Oh, Caelus isn’t here with you?” “We brought him.” Dan Heng uncaps the trash can and Caelus jumps out, shaking a piece of scrap paper from his fur and onto the floor. “This...” Herta’s eyes widen as understanding begins to form in her mind. “What have you done with my favorite experimental subject?” She puts her hands on her hips, frowning at Caelus’s furry face. “How’d you turn him into a raccoon?” “Hard work,” Dan Heng supplies flatly. “Determination.” “How intriguing,” Herta murmurs. She pinches Caelus’s fuzzy cheek and tugs at it, only for him to hiss in protest, pawing away at her arm. “I wonder whether the body of a raccoon implies certain limitations for Stellaron containment that a human body does not,” Herta muses. “Or maybe even certain liberties. Hm, mind if I run a few tests?” So she runs a few scans and prods Caelus with a bunch of probes. The rest of them stand quietly to the side as Herta sweeps through a set of complicated-looking readings on her screen, humming lightly to herself. “Fascinating,” she murmurs. “Very fascinating indeed.” She saves the files, and then scoops Caelus up, depositing him back into Dan Heng’s arms. “I’m done, by the way. You can have him back now.” “That’s it?” Dan Heng frowns, looking down at Caelus. “He’s still... furry.” Herta nods. “Your point being?” Dan Heng’s frown deepens. “...So you don’t know how to turn him back.” “Yup,” Herta says, “positively zero clue, sorry about that.” She goes to open the door, and then starts to usher them out. “What a pity, am I right?” Herta waves at them. “Anyway, make sure to send me detailed reports on his situation! Maybe that’ll help me figure things out!” With that, she closes the door behind them. Dan Heng looks down at the trash can he’s holding in one hand and the raccoon curled in the crook of his other arm, before letting out a long, loud exhalation. He’s been sighing a lot lately. It’s getting tiring. “I don’t believe her,” Himeko admits to them, once they’re farther away from Herta’s office. “I think she’s simply intrigued about the concept of a Stellaron-holding raccoon, and wants to keep this research opportunity open for the time being.” “What?” March shakes her head. “So Caelus is going to be stuck like this until she changes her mind?” Himeko nods. “Herta’s rather difficult to persuade once she’s fixated on something,” she says. “Our best bet is to wait for her curiosity to be sated. When she gets bored, she’ll probably help to turn him back.”     The day’s events have left Dan Heng exhausted. Once they’re back on board the Express, he takes a good, long shower and decides that the best way to escape his new reality would be through a nap. Right as he’s about to fall asleep, however, there’s a scratching sound coming from outside his door. Dan Heng hauls himself out of bed reluctantly, and goes to open it. Standing outside the door is Caelus, tiny and raccoon-shaped as ever. As soon as the entrance opens for him, he rushes past Dan Heng’s legs into the room and leaps straight onto the bed. “No!” Dan Heng rushes to scoop Caelus up, scowling at him. “You just spent half the day climbing around in a trash can!” Great. Now he’s going to have to change those sheets. Caelus wriggles out of his hold and flops back onto the bed, making himself comfortable. Dan Heng groans and picks him up again, even as Caelus hisses in protest. “If you want to sleep on my bed, you’re going to have to clean up first.” So Dan Heng carries Caelus to the washroom and fills a tub for him. While Caelus’s apparent enthusiasm about his bath is a good thing, his lack of consideration is not. The raccoon leaps out of Dan Heng’s arms and into the water with a massive splash, getting his clothes all wet. “That was loud.” March pokes her head in through the doorway, apparently having picked the perfect time to pass by. She grins at Dan Heng’s drenched appearance. A droplet of water rolls down a lock of his hair and splashes gently on his nose. “Uh, want me to get you a towel?” “Two, please.” Dan Heng watches Caelus paddle around in the tub and exhales. At least Caelus looks happy. It doesn’t take long for March to return with two towels, after which she joins Dan Heng in supervising their raccoon friend’s bath session. While Caelus appears to be an adept swimmer, it’s still best to be cautious. As much as possible, they’d like to avoid a situation where Dan Heng has to administer CPR again. It’d probably be more complicated with Caelus as a raccoon this time. “I can’t believe this is the guy you decided to date,” March decides to say, as they watch Caelus splash around in the water with a level of visible enjoyment surpassed only by the delight he finds in dumpster diving. “You know, I always thought you’d go for someone as serious and boring as you are.” “I’m flattered by your opinion of me,” Dan Heng says drily. “You’re welcome.” March giggles. “Guess you could say Caelus really managed to weasel his way into your cold, dead heart, huh.” She snickers at her own joke. “He is not a weasel,” Dan Heng points out tiredly. “He is a raccoon.” Caelus chitters in affirmation.     If there’s one positive to having your boyfriend turn into a baby raccoon, it’s probably the extra space on the bed created by having its second occupant shrink considerably in size. Still, Dan Heng finds it pretty weird to have a warm ball of fuzz curled up against the dip of his collarbone. Especially with a fluffy tail tickling his face. “Caelus.” Dan Heng nudges him gently. “Mind your tail, please.” The tail twitches in front of his face, giving him a strong urge to sneeze. But Caelus—the little shit—does nothing to remove it. So Dan Heng is forced to take matters into his own hands. He reaches up to cup hold of Caelus, shifting him lower to tuck him against his chest. There. That’s better. Caelus seems agreeable with this arrangement too—what with the way he lets out a purr of contentment and snuggles closer to his boyfriend. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, listening to the sound of Dan Heng’s heartbeat.  

long story short

['joukhr']

General Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Canon Compliant, Idiots in Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, CPR, but not actually cpr, Ambiguous/Open Ending

English

2023-05-01

Completed

2023-05-01

2,441

1/1

1

335

29

3,179

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Caelus hadn’t known Dan Heng very long, but in their time together he learned quite a few things about the guy. He was analytical and stoic. To call him hard to read would be an understatement, but it would be kind of ironic considering how much Dan Heng liked to read.    Caelus thought he was kind of good at reading people, but Dan Heng was an outlier. He had this cool exterior and yet there was something underneath it- something he was very curious about.    Caelus wasn’t sure what compelled him to knock on the door of Dan Heng’s room- or well the archive room that he stayed in, and yet he’d thought it through a bit too late.   “Who is it?” Dan Heng’s voice rang out from behind the door. His friend didn’t seem to want to get up and open the door- or maybe he was just busy with the archives... Caelus could run away and pretend he never knocked, say it must’ve been the wind, but this overwhelming sense of curiosity stopped him.    He wanted to know about Dan Heng. He wanted to break down those impenetrable walls the man seemed to have. The idea he could was preposterous, egotistical and yet, just like on many other occasions throughout their journey so far, he decided to face the horrible odds.    “It’s me,” Caelus blurted. It was weird, he felt as though he could be straightforward- maybe a bit playful to others, but with Dan Heng he just felt nervous. There was something different about his feelings towards Dan Heng. When he’d talked about it with March, she had just rolled her eyes and called him dense.    There was a moment of silence before Dan Heng replied, “You can come in.”    Dan Heng was sitting on his makeshift bed nose in a book. His room was filled with neatly placed books on shelves and something that looked like a map was on the wall closest to his makeshift bed, above a line of shorter bookshelves. .    “Is something the matter?” Dan Heng asked.    “Not really,” Caelus anxiously played with his hair a bit, “I just didn’t have anything to do so I thought I’d say hi…” That was a bold faced lie since he was ignoring about 7 messages he’d gotten in the past couple days. He’d have to look into those tomorrow (or later today).    There was another pause before Dan Heng said, “Well why are you standing there? You can sit down if you want.”    The thing was he had no clue where to sit down. It felt sort of odd to sit on the chair in the corner and look down at Dan Heng, but sitting down near his makeshift bed may be weirder. He found himself a place leaning up against the bookshelves, “What are you working on?”    “I’m writing about our time on Jarilo,” Dan Heng didn’t look up from his book as he spoke. Caelus couldn’t help but get distracted by how Dan Heng’s eyes scrunched up as he continued to look down at the paper.   “Do you think they’ll be able to handle it?” Caelus asked, looking up at the ceiling. “Bronya and Seele I mean. Do you think they’ll be able to repair things there?”    Dan Heng hummed, “That will be up to them- whether they’ll achieve it or not, I don’t know.”    “If you had to make a choice though,” Caelus pushed a little, “... like if you had to bet on it, what would you say?”    Dan Heng finally looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. Caelus just replied with a soft smile.  “I’d like to think they will,” Dan Heng responded, closing the book and putting it down next to him in a pile. “Change is inevitable. Everyone is constantly growing and changing, including them. It will take effort on both their ends, but it’s very doable.”    “That’s an interesting take on it-“ Caelus responded.    “You asked,” The response had a bit of bite to it.   “I meant that in a good way,” Caelus explained. At some point Dan Heng told Caelus about his ability to be straightforward and since then he’d tried to be more forthcoming. “It’s comforting, I guess.”    “Comforting?” Dan Heng questioned. There was something about the way his head turned to the side that made Caelus feel overwhelmed. It was cute. A part of him didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but Dan Heng’s reactions… Caelus thought they were cute. No wonder Cold Dragon Young had so many fans.     “Yeah,” Caelus responded, “I guess I’m just a bit concerned about them. I want them to succeed in repairing things.”    Caelus was concerned about them. He was concerned that Bronya and Seele wouldn’t be able to work out the differences between the underground and the city. They’d done what they could to help though, and worrying was a waste of time. It was a waste of time, but Caelus couldn’t really stop himself from doing so.   “There’s not too much more you can do about it now,” Dan Heng reminded him of what he already knew. “They both seem determined enough.”    Caelus looked away for a minute. It was a bit annoying to help everyone- it sometimes felt like a hassle and other times he wondered why the people weren’t doing these errands themselves. The thing is as he met with people and did errands, he began to care about their wellbeing and how they were doing.    “You’re being abnormally quiet,” Dan Heng pointed out when Caelus hadn’t spoken for a couple minutes.   Caelus couldn’t help but look down at Dan Hengs lips. They were ironically one of the first things he saw when he’d woken up before. March had mentioned him doing CPR? Except, Dan Heng’s eyes were closed.   “Do you know how to do CPR?” Caelus blurted.    “What?” Dan Heng responded with a bit of ice in his tone. Caelus almost started laughing, but he didn’t particularly want to face Dan Heng’s wrath.    “The other day-” Caelus was about to talk too much. He was about to say something a bit too out there, before he continued, “Nothing.”    “You started to say something,” Dan Heng pointed out. “It’s not like you to hold back your thoughts.”    Caelus sighed, “The other day when you went to give me CPR, you did it wrong.”    “What do you mean I did it wrong?” Dan Heng asked, eyes scrunched up looking at Caelus in the same way he’d been looking at his book earlier.    Caelus pushed himself up and took a step over to Dan Heng, who backed away slightly at the closeness. Caelus closed his eyes and kissed Dan Heng gently. His friends lips were soft and for some reason Caelus wanted to kiss him longer, but that would be too far. “That’s a kiss - not CPR.”    “Oh,” Dan Heng responded, turning red. Caelus was a bit taken aback by the response, the flush of pink on Dan Heng’s cheeks, but he pulled himself away before Dan Heng could ask anything more. Caelus decided to take that opportunity and leave, not wanting to try and explain his actions further. Before he could escape to another room, March was there giving him a look.    “Why is your face red?” She said a bit too loud for Caelus’s liking. Caelus didn’t respond, but a huge grin appeared on March’s face as though she could tell exactly what had happened- as if she read his mind. “Oh, so that’s how it is.”    “March-” Caelus really wanted her to stop talking. She had a tendency to talk too much and normally it was charming, but currently… it made him nervous.    “I’m here to tell you we’re getting ready to go to the Xianzhou,” March still had a shit eating grin on her face, but Caelus decided to ignore it for now.    “I won’t be going to the Xianzhou with you all,” Dan Heng informed them. Caelus was curious why he was staying behind. What history did he have with the Xianzhou? Welt decided to go with him and March to their next destination and they all decided how to go about entering.    They had a small amount of downtime before leaving, so Caelus found his way to Dan Heng. Dan Heng was about to open the door to the archives when Caelus asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to tag along?”   “Positive,” Dan Heng responded, not turning to look at Caelus.    “Do you-” Caelus started but paused. “Can you tell me why?”    Dan Heng looked back, “It’s a long story.” Caelus couldn’t help but deflate at the response. He wanted to get to know Dan Heng… wanted to break down the walls he had and learn about him. Dan Heng took a breath before adding, “Maybe later, when you get back.”    “Really?” Caelus responded with a gentle smile. He didn’t want to push Dan Heng, even though he was really curious.    “In return,” Dan Heng continued, “I want to know all about how you survived when fighting Cocolia.”    “Okay,” It seemed like a fair deal, although he had no clue how to explain what happened… He was still sorting it out in his head. Along with a few other dilemmas he’d dealt with recently- like whether Pascal was human or robot and if he did the right thing by agreeing with Svarog, whether he should’ve given Rocky the actual space log instead of the doctored one. They were choices he made in the moment, choices he couldn’t take back and they sat at the back of his mind along with their respective what-ifs.    “Be careful,” Dan Heng told him interrupting his train of thought, “... and keep me updated.”    “I’ll be-” Caelus started, but was interrupted by Dan Heng kissing him, “... fine.”   What just happened? Did he mean to do that? Caelus felt his face heating up as he looked over to Dan Heng with wide eyes.     “You have to teach me how to do CPR when you get back,” Dan Heng told him in a teasing tone, a smirk appearing on his face. He didn’t even know Dan Heng could joke like that-    Caelus choked on air at the words, “I- Sure.”    Dan Heng smiled before turning and walking away. It wasn’t long before it was time to leave. He had no clue what to expect in the Xianzhou- whether they’d have to fight right away like they had before or whether they’d be greeted with welcome arms.    Within hours Caelus realized the idea of them being greeted with open arms was kind of ridiculous. They’d fought so many beasts just to get to the town- only to be turned away by the people already investigating the stellaron.    Once Tingyun brought them to somewhere safe, Caelus tried to message Dan Heng, only for the service to be down. March gave him a look, “Is something wrong?”   “The message isn’t sending,” Caelus told her, looking at the phone as though if he stared hard enough the message would send.    “Maybe someone’s jamming the signal,” Welt suggested once Tingyun walked away.    He’d have to message Dan Heng again later.    He went about on the Xianzhou doing a bunch of errands for people, but he was a bit anxious the whole time about his messages not going through. He considered texting Dan Heng again, but before he could even pull out his phone, he received a message:    Something happened just now. I arrived in Xianzhou. Are you alright?     Dan Heng was here? If he was on the Xianzhou… Did something happen to the express? Caelus quickly responded.    What are you doing on the Xianzhou? Is the Express okay? What happened?   Dan Heng’s response was quick.    I’ll pretend you replied, “I’m okay”.    The response made Caelus chuckle. He hadn’t laughed that much since he’d gotten to the Xianzhou- he’d been to busy infiltrating a cult and writing a set of rules a gazillion times, but somehow Dan Heng’s sarcasm took the edge off.   It’s a long story. I’m at Cloudford with a Cloud Knight. I’ll join you when I come out.     By the way, the Express is fine. I came here by myself. I’ll tell you about it later.     Caelus responded quickly.    I’m very interested. Tell me the details .    “Caelus!” March ran up to him and ruffled his hair, “Have you ate yet? Do you want to come with me to grab some food?”    Caelus had a soft spot for March. He had a soft spot for Dan Heng as well, but his soft spot for March was more similar to his feelings about Clara- they felt like family. His soft spot for Dan Heng was a bit different, though he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. There was a curiosity there, something more all encompassing yet comforting.    “Sure,” Caelus responded with a smile, “Where are we headed?”    After a few moments they found themselves at a restaurant, looking at menus. March put her head in her hand before speaking, “What are your thoughts on things in the Xianzhou?”    “I think theres more to it than we’re privy to,” Caelus responded, “It’s hard to make an accurate analysis without all the information.”    “You sound like Dan Heng,” March groaned.    Did he?    “Speaking of Dan Heng,” March changed the subject with ease, “What happened the other day?”    The other day… His face turned red as he remembered what had happened before, “It’s nothing.” It was definitely not nothing, but it’s not something he really wanted to discuss.    “Fine, be that way,” March replied, looking away, “He acts different around you, you know? I’ve known him for a pretty long time and he’s never been this… present.”    Present?    “Besides in fights,” She tacked on at the end.    “I see,” Caelus responded, unable to stop a smile from appearing on his face. It made him wonder when Dan Heng would meet up with them. “Dan Heng texted me earlier.”    “Oh?” March raised an eyebrow, “What did he say?”    “He’s on the Xianzhou with one of the Cloud Knights. He said he’d try to meet us soon.”    “He’s on the Xianzhou?” March questioned, jumping a bit, “Is the Express okay?”   “Dan Heng said it was fine. He came alone,” Caelus told her casually, shrugging a bit.   “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” March responded, looking down at her drink.    “I guess so,” Caelus responded.   Caelus had a feeling that things were going to get busy really soon. It wasn’t quiet here per se, but he had a feeling it was going to get more lively. How? He wasn’t sure, he just knew something had to give. 

We haven't taken our selfie today

['JadeChamberLibrary']

Explicit

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader, March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Female Reader - Character

Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Sex, Not Beta Read, Smut, POV Second Person

English

2023-05-01

Completed

2023-05-01

2,280

1/1

4

273

11

4,796

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Everyone retreated from the parlor car into their rooms and you were left alone with Pom-Pom who was getting the train ready for the next jump. You sighed and let your body sink further into the couch. You were with the Astral Express crew for almost a month, spending most of your time with March 7th and Dan Heng, searching for Stellarons and helping citizens of every world the train stopped at. Himeko had coffee with you every other day, checking in with you, asking if your memories came back. They didn't. You were trying to keep an optimistic view, but except the name of the wanted criminal Kafka, you didn't remember anything. Himeko saw right through you. You should talk to March…looks like you two have a lot in common. Her voice echoed in your mind, it might not be a bad suggestion, it came from Himeko after all. Before you could give it a second thought, you were on your way to March's room.  "Come in!" Cheerful voice came from behind the door after you knocked."Hey…" you walked in, she was attaching some new photos to the walls, giving you a quick grin, "are you uh…redecorating?" "I had to make sure to add our selfies," March passed you the pictures, "I have photos of everyone, see."  You made sure to remember every picture in your hands, it was mostly just you and her. It was almost surprising how much time she spent with you. Your eyes shifted to the photos on the walls, she really did capture everyone. Very comfortable warm feeling spread through your body when you noticed the only picture next to her bed. It was from your first day at the Express. Finally, something you could remember. You woke up in your room, confused and tired as soon as you opened the door, March pressed against you and snapped a quick photo. That's how the tradition started, since then, every day she found a moment to capture a memory with you.  "Are you even listening to me?" She was standing in front of you, eyebrows raised, waiting for you to come back to reality."I…I am sorry March, I just…""Ah," she grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit by the window, "Himeko mentioned that you might be a bit down because the memories are not coming back…" You just nodded, quietly listening to the story of how Himeko found March frozen in ice. "So…March 7th?" "Is the day they found me," she smiled, "I don't know what my name was before, so I chose the date as my new name.""I see…" it was not easy to feel down next to her, March's attitude was almost infectious, "I am sorry…" "The Express will now perform a jump to the next destination." Pom-Pom's voice rang through the intercom. "Yes! Finally! Another chance!" She squealed and moved to the middle of the room. You got comfortable, bracing for the impact of the jump, your eyes glued to her body. Everytime she tried to stand through it, she ended up flying through the room like a ragdoll. Most of the time, someone stepped in to catch her, but now it was just you. Subtle feeling of pride settled in your gut, knowing that you were trusted enough to save the bundle of joy from any injuries. The train started to speed up and in a blink of an eye the planet outside disappeared. March yelped in surprise, her body immediately stumbling backwards. In one swift motion, you leaped from your place, arms wrapping around her, both of you landing on the bed. When you opened your eyes, she was giggling on top of you. "One day I will make it!" She looked down and you got lost in her eyes. The two colors were blending together perfectly, it was mesmerizing. Your arms were still wrapped around her, holding her against you. "And I will be here to see it…" you whispered, voice slightly hoarse. "Of course you will, where else would you be?" March smiled even wider, but only until your hand moved, thumb softly grazing her chin. As soon as you touched her face she froze. She didn't look scared, just unsure or maybe surprised by your intimate gesture. Overstepping boundaries was not something you intended, you were about to move your hand away, dryness of your throat making it harder to mumble out any apology. Before your fingertips lost contact with March's delicate skin, she leaned down, chasing after the touch."You have quite alluring eyes…" you manage to get out some defense for your actions."I…" she chuckled before taking a deep breath, "I never kissed anyone…or well…as far as I can remember…""That makes two of us." Your response earned you another nervous chuckle."But…I really want to…" March bit her bottom lip."I am not stopping you…" you smirked, trying to hide your own excitement. It felt right to let her close the distance between you. Her lips were soft, sheepishly pressing against yours. The frustrating feeling about your memory loss was long forgotten. You were focused on making sure this moment was burned into your brain for eternity. Sudden flash of light left you blinking in shock. You turned to see the source. March's camera. Your eyes found hers, an innocent smile decorating her face.  "We haven't taken our selfie today…" her voice was small, she wasn't sure if you would be angry, if you would even want to kiss her again. You were dead set on erasing all those worries, grabbing her chin and ever so gently pulling her down to another kiss. However this time, your tongue swiped against her lip, you had to repeat the motion a few times before she understood what you wanted. As soon as her mouth opened, your tongue slipped in, slowly exploring everything in its reach. March sneaked her hand into your hair, second by second you felt her relaxing and melting into the kiss more and more. That only encouraged you to move a little further, your left arm, so far comfortably resting around her back, slid a little lower. Fingers tugging the fabric of her skirt up until you ended up grabbing March's ass. She moaned, breaking the kiss, "wait, wait!""A-are you alright?" You asked, somewhat breathless."Mhm," she nodded, "should we maybe…lock the door?" "Good idea." March rolled off the bed, sprinting to the door. As she stood there, facing away from you, you wondered if she was considering kicking you out. Then the sound of the lock broke the silence in the room. March turned back, walking back to the bed, blush covering her cheeks. She laid down next to you, fingers tangling in the fabric of your clothes, pulling you on top. You settled between her legs, your knees keeping her thighs apart. She pulled you into another kiss, it started slow but soon it turned into a sloppy make out. Your hands frantically trying to remove her dress without success. Never being the one to give up, you fought the fabric for a couple more minutes, until March's body was free. At first it seemed like the cold air was the cause of the goosebumps appearing across her skin, but then you noticed they are following your touch. You pulled away from her, your thumb hooked under her panties, eyes searching for consent to continue further. She nodded and lifted her hips up, as you removed them. You kept eye contact, your hand moving up to her bra, March turning to the side, giving you access to remove it too. Everything in your body was screaming at you to look down, but instead, you leaned to her face and peppered it with small kisses. "You are beautiful," you whispered into her ear before moving to kiss her under the jaw. You proceeded down to her collarbone before stopping. She whimpered at the loss of contact, her mouth hanging open as you got rid of your own clothes. "So are you," March breathed out and your resolve broke. Your eyes were raking up and down her body, taking in every inch of the uncovered skin. She tried to hide behind her arms, but you quickly stopped her."Don't…" your voice was firm, more than you intended, "please…"  Your lips locked around her nipple and the sound that left her mouth almost made you combust on the spot. She tried to muffle the sounds with her hand, but every time your teeth grazed around the sensitive bud she cried out in pleasure. It was driving you crazy. She grabbed your hair, urging you towards the other breast, you complied and turned your attention to where March wanted it. Not so long after that her hips jerked up, pressing directly into your stomach. She was dripping wet and you barely touched her, but to be fair, you weren't far behind. Without waiting, you moved lower, licking across her stomach all the way to her clit. Her thighs wrapped around your head at the sudden sensation. Sweet taste filled your mouth as you sucked on the bundle of nerves, before dipping your tongue inside her. You looked up, eyes wide open as you watched March getting lost in the pleasure you were causing. Her eyes were shut, her mouth open, the attempt to cover the noises coming out of her was abandoned, fingers desperately clutching the bedsheets, the other hand still tangled in your hair. Your own moans were sending vibrations straight through her body, only adding to the bliss.  "D-don't…don't s-stop…" March panted out when you moved back to her clit and pushed two fingers inside her, not giving her long to adjust before you started thrusting in and out. "March…" you leaned away, mixture of your drool and her juices smeared across your mouth. She looked down at you, the moment her eyes focused on your face, you felt her clench down on your fingers. Her thighs started to shake, but her gaze didn't move, the visual almost as arousing as the feeling of your fingers filling her again and again. You watched her fall apart completely, taking in the sight of her tumbling over the edge, fucking her through the orgasm. When her hips crashed down against the bed and she looked at you again, the hunger in her eyes made you gulp. Her eyes dropped to your hand and you realized you stopped moving. "Can you…" her voice was soft, "can you do that again?""Do what?" You asked, but the smile tugging on your lips clearly showed you knew what she meant."Are you rea-" March started amused, but the firm thrust of your fingers interrupted her question."Yes." You nodded, not moving again."P-please…" she wriggled under you, closing her eyes, "can you f-fuck me again…" Hearing her like that was enough for you to return to your task. March was absolutely soaked and it didn't take much effort to slip in another finger. She groaned at the addition, her hips matching your pace. You watched her breast move up and down with each thrust. The throbbing between your thighs was gradually becoming more and more unbearable and with a somewhat guilty feeling you slid your other hand down, immediately focusing on your clit. The pleasure washing through your body as you watched March squirm, fingers buried deep inside her. Your movements started to become sloppy as you fought to keep the focus on her. Her eyes found yours, searching for what was causing the sudden disruptions. When her gaze dropped down between your legs and she realized what was going on, she tried to sit up, it took some adjustments in your position, but eventually March managed to push two fingers inside you. Your head dropped to her shoulder as you moaned her name. "Fuck…M-March…" she was hitting all the right spots, building you up quite fast. Now that you didn't have to waste attention on your own pleasure, you focused on keeping a steady pace. "I-I'm gonna…I…" she was trembling, yet her determination was enough to not forget about you. Her thumb pressed against your clit and you couldn't hold it anymore, cumming all over her hand. As you kept clenching on her fingers, whispering praises in her ear it was enough to push her over too. "Aeons…" she sighed, giggling as she pulled her fingers out of you."Hmm," you nodded, cuddling into her neck, gently pulling out too. Before March could react, you pushed her down into the mattress, your body crashing next to her as you continued to reach for something on the nightstand. In a blink of an eye you brought the camera above the two of you and took a picture. March reached for the photo as it came out and blushed at the scene. She looked completely spent and you were not doing much better, but both of you were glowing with happiness. "I like this selfie better for today…" you let out a chuckle, watching her reaction."I do agree," she nodded, "but we should probably keep this one just for us."  You leaned down and pulled the blanket over you. March moved closer to you, pressing her body into yours, head resting on your shoulder, her fingers skating across your chest. Silence filled the room and you could hear voices passing by outside the door. Next few days on the Astral Express would sure be embarrassing for the two of you, but somehow neither of you couldn't be bothered about that.

Your Cold Arrow At My Heart

['orphan_account']

General Audiences

F/F

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

March 7th & Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Angst with a Happy Ending, fluff at the end, Lesbians, No Plot, spoilers for march backstory?, idk - Freeform, I can’t write

English

2023-05-01

Completed

2023-05-01

607

1/1

2

47

1

999

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The pretty views from the train are such a delight… especially for a lovely girl called March 7th, she loves taking pictures of her journeys and her friends Although she adores her life now, she does wonder every once and a while, who was she back then? She hopes to find out in a simple way But that can’t happen now, can it?   March hums as she takes a nice walk around the peaceful city of belobog, thinking back to when she and her friends first saved it ‘Quite chaotic saving this place’ March thinks to herself. “Ah… excuse me” a person says “hm? Oh, Hello!” March turns around, smiling brightly “A woman over there wants to talk to you, the one in that hoodie” the lady responds, pointing over to a mysterious woman in a hoodie near an alleyway March looks over to where the lady points to a mysterious woman with her hoodie hiding her face “ah, thank you!” As March walked away waving goodbye to the generous lady, she had a bad gut feeling about this mysterious woman. She took this with Absolute. Caution. With her normal expression, March begun with a simple “Hello! What do you need?” smiling, like it lighted up the whole alleyway The woman doesn’t respond, she only looks at March with a gentle smile creeping on her face. She grabs March’s wrist, before March can react both get teleported into an empty, endless grey void. March pulls her arm away, no longer smiling “what do you want?” she asks with pure anger. The woman huffs “Oh marchie… you haven’t changed a bit” The woman responds pulling down her hood untying her long grey hair looking at March with bright yellow eyes, as bright as the sun. “Stelle…? You’re… Alive?” March echoes, breathless “Yes, do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? We can go back to the good old times March!” Stelle takes a step forward “When it was just you and me, exploring sights before the calamity!” Stelle exclaims. March looks Stelle in the eyes in slight confusion “what calamity?” “Huh? Don’t you remember Marchie? Unless the protection did have side effects…” Stelle frowns slightly but still a smile on her face “Well, that’s fine! We can still make good memories together!” Stelle smiles more, the grey void lighting up more. March stays still, processing while Stelle approaches, resting her hand on March’s cheek. “Sorry if I startled you with this approach Marchie… but this was the only time I got to see you without our little friends being in the way” she rubs her thumb, comforting March. March sniffles She can no longer keep herself together after all this… March pushes Stelle away, quickly pulling her bow out pointing it directly at Stelle, Stelle stands there. “Your time is up” March yells, with tears streaming down her face. Stelle sighs, softening her gaze. “Then in my last words… I love you March” Stelle confesses opening her arms wide, like she was waiting for a hug. “YOU’RE DETERMINED TO DIE WITH A LIE ON YOUR LIPS?!” March yells, letting her arrow go.   Stelle closes her eyes, waiting for what seems would be a cold embrace… But instead Stelle was greeted with a warm embrace. She opened her eyes to see a missed arrow and March crying… It hurt her heart, Stelle hugs March close rubbing circles on her back. Around them, the empty, desolate grey void started to bloom and light up. “Oh marchie…” Stelle comforts “I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry” March sobs out. “Let’s go back to the train… ok?” Stelle asks. March nods

our souls in sync

['lightshift']

General Audiences

M/M

崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Danheng/Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Danheng (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Sentinels & Guides, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, potential spoilers for everything up to before belobog, Pining, Light Angst, Dan Heng is bad at feelings, dan heng: "i am unlovable", caelus: "nah that's cap"

English

2023-05-01

Completed

2023-05-01

3,124

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['Honeycloudress', 'Melody_Magic', 'bookworm_94', 'OrionLion', 'Micheiii', 'rose_june', 'Kana09', 'GoddesArab', 'Blacklily', 'Crimsy', 'HecateLikesToPaint', 'Germetel', 'screaming_but_also_not', 'CampanulaBell', 'BonnataSack', '0k3an0s', 'Frogs_are_candies', 'Raeli_iluxsm', 'v4nta', 'LunarCrystal27', 'ErisMorIok', 'JaneDoe666', 'Ratoelo', 'KawaiiFluffi123', 'bunnikomi', 'rareformofwolfsbane', 'Ghost_Fox', 'FrozenThoughtless', 'polyesterdreams', 'Shadow_hunter93', 'mortalcreator', 'iibsaro', 'MiSoLe2001', 'Mishaly', 'aevi', 'Zephineros', 'forrestyx', 'mkay6081', 'cookkiiee771', 'v1v1sH', 'obakeblu', '00000000000002', 'Nmomns', 'Sofa_uwu', 'Fairycookie', 'noearkiviste', 'Bitmoji', 'heybabyheid', 'Beyond_Repair', 'Https_bluehour']

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When the Receptacle awakes for the first time, he wakes up overwhelmed. Afraid. It is a strange thing—the transition between eternal slumber and the sudden, frightening awareness that follows his awakening. Every noise and every sensation in a storm of chaos, blaring in from every sense. The world is blinding. Loud. Too much. He drowns in the feeling of being alive. Even so, he knows there’s someone else there with him. Two others, to be specific. He hears both their heartbeats along with his own, in this state where he is attuned to every sound, every sensation. When his eyes struggle open in search of the strangers , he finds himself unable to focus on more than one. A woman with hair the color of wine. The image of her sways in the blur of his sight, and he isn’t sure if she’s real, or merely a vision. “You are in a daze right now,” says the woman, her voice a distant echo in his ears, drowned deep in every other noise. “You don’t know who you are, why you’re here, or what you’re going to do next.” “I’m leaving,” he hears, “and you will be left alone in this space station.” Alone? he thinks, wondering why his heartbeat revolts at the word, stirring up a strange and all-consuming anxiety. He’s going to be left here on his own? That can’t be right. He doesn’t know what to do—how to handle any of this. “Remember what you feel in this moment,” she tells him. That’s impossible, he wants to reply. I feel everything. Excessively. Terrifyingly. Wait, he wants to say, and he thinks he can feel his lips crack open, but no sound escapes. Perhaps he is a thing without a voice, only able to receive and drown in all the noise of the world, while contributing nothing to it. When she leaves, he feels his senses slipping from him again, perhaps by her doing. It is a mercy, to be granted a return to the quiet serenity of unconsciousness—where it is peaceful, and where there is nothing to know, nothing to feel. He drifts away. Back into the haze. After an indefinite stretch of silent darkness, a prickle of perception resurfaces. “Wait, stop it!” A sweet voice filters into his senses. “He’s awake!” And yet that’s not what he focuses on. He instead finds his mind latching onto the third presence in the room, one too bright to ignore. He feels him before he sees him. He hears three heartbeats—one his own, one of a stranger, and one that feels like it’s in sync with the rhythm of the universe itself. A heartbeat that feels like a grounding force, a steady foundation that he could anchor all his senses upon. A singular beacon of light in the murky buzz of all existence, drawing the threads of every chaotic sensation into a soothing, calm convergence. He opens his eyes to a face mere inches from his own, and finds himself wishing it were closer. Guide, he thinks, without knowing what it means. My Guide. The one who’d spoken appears to be a girl with pale pink hair. “My name is March 7th,” she says, and her smile is friendly and comfortingly warm. But the owner of that heartbeat seems to be the other man in the room. The Receptacle is possessed by a sudden urge to say something, anything, before this man somehow disappears. He needs to leave a memory of at least his voice upon the man, because something within him trembles at the mere thought of being forgotten. Somehow, he finds himself able to speak. “My name is Caelus,” he says, because it’s all he can remember. His gaze slides up to meet the eyes of the other man. “And you must be...” he pauses, “...mine?” March bursts out laughing almost immediately. “Actually,” the man says, raising an eyebrow, “my name is Dan Heng.” “You’re terrible. Let a guy be smooth,” she wheezes, slapping Dan Heng on the shoulder. “Looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer already. So. Feeling charmed by his flirting?” “Flirting?” Caelus echoes, blinking slowly, confusion creeping up upon him. He hadn’t been flirting. Or at least he didn’t think  he had. “I don’t...” he shakes his head, knowing he looks just as bewildered as he feels, “...Sorry. I... I wasn’t thinking.” Which is true—those words had tumbled out without need for a single thought, as if his instincts knew them to be a fact before his own mind did. “No worries,” says Dan Heng, thankfully not looking too offended or annoyed. Though his flat expression suggests he isn’t particularly amused, either. Not the best of first impressions, Caelus thinks, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he wonders why that’s important to him at all. Wonders why every fiber of his being wants Dan Heng to like him. Wonders why every fiber of his being wants Dan Heng.  Somehow, Caelus manages to get to his feet. Dan Heng reaches out to steady him with a hand on his arm, and the touch is cool and inexplicably soothing. No matter how temporary. Because Dan Heng flinches as soon as they touch, letting go immediately as if burned by that brief moment of contact. “You’re...” Dan Heng pauses, that stoic expression giving away into something more unsteady, uncertain, “...a Sentinel.” Caelus nods, knowing it to be true even if he doesn’t know what it means. “I think so,” he says quietly. “And you’re my Guide.” It feels right to say it. There’s a certain relief that rushes over him just with being able to speak that statement—that truth—aloud into the world. March’s eyes are darting between the two of them with a growing look of excitement. “Oh?” She’s beaming now, her smile almost as bright as the lights overhead. “Dan Heng, you’re—” Confused. Her voice trails off as soon as she catches sight of his face. Yes, confused, because that’s exactly how Dan Heng’s expression reads, and Caelus can almost feel the tumble of a tumult of emotions, rushing in an undercurrent beneath that heartbeat. No, Caelus thinks. This isn’t how it should be. Something about that reaction stings, a rejection that he hasn’t even received. But why does Dan Heng have that look on his face? Doesn’t this feel as right to him as it does to Caelus? “But...” Dan Heng shakes his head, “how is that possible?” How is what possible? The fact that Caelus is his? Does Dan Heng hate the idea of it that much? No—he doesn’t look resentful, and Caelus feels no resentment radiating off him—he just looks lost. Caelus wishes he could do something to help, but it’s hard when he gets the feeling that he’s exactly why Dan Heng’s feeling this way right now. If he’s the source of all this, wouldn’t getting involved further only make things worse? It’s March that drags them out of this uncomfortable tension. “Maybe we can settle this later,” she offers, as she reaches out to squeeze Dan Heng’s arm in reassurance like it’s the most natural thing in the world. There is a certain understanding in her gaze that can only come from familiarity—these two seem to have a history long enough for her to read him, to know what he needs. “There are other things more pressing things we have to get to, after all!” Dan Heng closes his eyes. “Perhaps that would be for the best,” he says, with nothing but a simple sigh, and yet Caelus can feel the relief in him in the way his heartbeat relaxes. Caelus relaxes with it, because the feeling of his Guide in distress is far from a welcome one. And so, when Dan Heng glances at Caelus with uncertainty still lingering in the blue of those eyes, as if waiting for a response, Caelus doesn’t push for an answer, or an explanation. Caelus only nods. Right... If that’s what Dan Heng needs, then this can wait. Dan Heng had felt it as soon as they’d touched. The foundation of a bond, ready to be formed. The pieces were all there between them, laid out like stars merely waiting to be connected. A constellation waiting to be discovered. And now he feels the absence of the bond as strongly as the potential of it. It’s a strange thing, to be made aware of a hollow that he hadn’t previously known was there. Most Guides grew up being able to feel their fated Sentinel from the very moment of their conception—a connection of souls established long before birth, a heartbeat to accompany their own. Dan Heng had known he was an abnormality in this regard. All these years and he had felt nothing. No one. He had grown to accept it—the fact that he was a Guide without a Sentinel, a Guide without a soulmate. There was a certain emptiness that accompanied that realisation. The knowledge that he was destined to traverse every trial and tribulation of life on his own. A long and tiring journey. But Dan Heng had always known someone like him was destined to be alone. The power lurking within him demands a certain isolation. A person bonded to Dan Heng is only another person whom he’ll drag down together with him. So he’d been startled when he’d touched Caelus—a mere brush of fingers to skin—only to feel the awareness of another soul click into place right alongside his own. This is it, he’d known, even without having felt it before. This is him. He is— “—mine,” Caelus had said. And it had felt right. Dan Heng casts a glance towards the other man, who is merely drinking in his environment with barely concealed wonder. He’s been like this the entire time, wide-eyed despite how quiet he is, lost in his thoughts as he stumbles through a world he claims not to remember. There’s a silly sort of innocence to him that is more endearing than Dan Heng is willing to admit. So far, he’s been a pleasant addition to the team, all things considered. He’s also pretty helpful in combat, where he swings his baseball bat around with a certain wild clumsiness to every hit, but with enough strength and dexterity to pack a pretty effective punch. Caelus is deceptively silent on the surface, but Dan Heng knows there’s a ridiculous amount of liveliness to him bubbling beneath. Dan Heng can feel the threads of the other man’s emotions and senses, as he can with any other Sentinel, but somehow he knows this one is different. Where others are muted, these threads shimmer and burn, brighter and more enchanting than any others he’s felt. Yes... this Sentinel is different.  This Sentinel is his. It’s unexpected. Impossible. He’d gone all those years alone, without a soulmate, and now there was one right here, right by his side—a strange, unconscious man they’d found aboard the space station, a man who remembers nothing at all. It’s ridiculous on so many levels, and yet this is apparently how it is now. Who are you, really? Dan Heng wonders. Where have you been all this time? Could it be a mistake, perhaps? If it was, he’d understand. Maybe he’s merely dreaming, and he’ll wake up soon and be alone all over again. That wouldn’t be that great of a problem, right? He’s used to it. Or maybe, just maybe—this is real. But Dan Heng does not dare to hope. When the Doomsday Beast surges towards March, Dan Heng can feel his Sentinel. The rush of his every emotion and intention is blaring bright in that moment, impossible to ignore, and Dan Heng knows what Caelus intends to do before he even does it. It doesn’t mean Dan Heng has enough time to fully react. In that split-second where Caelus throws himself in front to intercept the blow, Dan Heng feels the loss before it happens. A shattering sort of devastation, an unformed future falling into rupture, a soul-crushing resignation that confirms that this was how it was meant to end, that this is how it will always be—Dan Heng, alone. He should’ve known it was too good to be true. He’s about to lose his soulmate mere moments after he’d finally found him. Except that when the impact connects, golden light explodes from Caelus like a star is bursting free from his body. It’s blinding—all-consuming—and Dan Heng can barely open his eyes, but he can feel Caelus in that moment more than he can see him. He’s acutely aware of the threads of Caelus’s mind, drifting, floating free and loose as if suspended in the sea of stars all around them. The strands swim in disarray, a chaotic tangle of thoughts and overwhelming sensation. Some Sentinels break and never recover. Caelus’s mind spirals, drifts towards somewhere unreachable, towards a point beyond which there will be no return. It threatens to rip apart at the seams in the perception of something other, something powerful, something elsewhere, and Dan Heng cannot be there with him but Dan Heng knows— Caelus needs him. Dan Heng reaches for his Sentinel in response. The threads of Caelus’s mind blaze bright at the edges of his own consciousness. Dan Heng tangles his own mind in them, coaxing them closer, into calmness, into order. He weaves them into place, and feels every emotion like it is his own. Dan Heng holds on tight, even when they threaten to burn him. I am here, he assures Caelus, from mind to mind, across a soulbond that has yet to be formed. And he knows Caelus can hear him, even above all this noise. When Caelus falls, Dan Heng is not the one to catch him. But March does, and he is safe. Caelus is alright. His mind intact. Alive. And at last, finally—Dan Heng can breathe again. After all that is over, Caelus is presented with options. He can join the travels of the Express crew, or stay on the Space Station. Dan Heng resigns himself to the non-zero possibility of the latter. After all, he’s spent most of their time together acting pretty cold towards Caelus, too wary about getting close, about having to confront the fact that he has a Sentinel, a soulmate, and that it’s this very man who’d joined them out of the blue. It’s been a bit too much to process amidst all the action. But Caelus chooses to board the Express with them. He explores his new home with that same innocent wonder he carries with him everywhere. He looks around the interior of every carriage, pokes his head into March’s room at her invitation, and then into Dan Heng’s. Dan Heng shows Caelus around his room, and takes him through his extensive collection of books. Conversation forms itself in circles steering clear of the most pressing matter that lingers in the center of it all—one that Dan Heng is careful to avoid throughout. All until they’re finished talking and Caelus heads for the door, prepared to explore elsewhere. “Wait,” Dan Heng says, and Caelus’s hand hovers over the doorknob, patiently obliging. There is something Dan Heng must say. But he doesn’t know what. All he manages is something that feels too simple for the weight built in the back of his throat. “I’m sorry,” Dan Heng tells him. He doesn’t expect Caelus’s reaction—which is to turn and merely frown at him in evident, genuine bewilderment. “What?” “I... haven’t been fair to you,” Dan Heng begins. This is a man who had woken up remembering nothing. Dan Heng has been able to feel every ounce of Caelus’s confusion that he himself has been contributing to, but he’s been so stuck on his own reservations that he’s been unable to do anything but make it worse. Yet Caelus is patient. Painfully so. Dan Heng does not deserve such a kindness, and therefore it makes him guilty. “I’m your Guide,” Dan Heng says, unable to meet his eyes. “I should have been there for you through all of it.” From the moment you woke up lost in that space station, I let you be alone. “But you were.” Dan Heng looks up, blinking at Caelus in confusion. “I felt you,” Caelus says, the words quiet, as if he’s afraid he might sound insane. “When I stood before the eyes of the Aeon,” he says, voice slowly steadying as if with growing certainty. “I felt you there. You were with me.” That wasn’t enough. He might have been of help once, but in the end, Caelus deserves better than someone like him. For a proper soulbond between Sentinel and Guide, there must first be trust. Someone like Dan Heng, so closed off in heart and mind, cannot provide that. Because there are too many things he cannot tell Caelus. Not yet, and maybe never. There is a past that Dan Heng has sought to left behind, in a place he’s watched fade far in the distance, all from the window of a grand spaceship which had taken him farther and farther away from there. From time to time, he still longs for that place—for a home he can no longer return to. Except now here lies the promise of another. In a person. In a soul. And it is exactly that potential that scares him. Dan Heng yearns for it as much as he fears it. “I don’t know what the problem is,” Caelus admits. “You seem afraid of something and I have no idea what it is.” He crosses the room again, seating himself on the edge of the bed next to Dan Heng. “But you can take all the time you need. Your presence is enough, so I just need you here with me. If...” he hesitates, “if that’s alright with you.” He watches Dan Heng expectantly, waiting for an answer. And Dan Heng nods. “...Yeah,” he says, exhaling. “Thanks.” It’s too simple and short an answer—that he knows. But it’ll have to do for now. There’s a whole galaxy ahead of them to traverse, after all. Perhaps they’ll figure things out along the way, somehow. “Great.” Caelus smiles, and it’s then that Dan Heng realises just how golden his eyes look up close. For a moment he wishes their roles were reversed—for Caelus to be the Guide, and for himself to be seeing those eyes with the extra definition of Sentinel-enhanced sight. Dan Heng averts his gaze, knowing Caelus can hear just how fast his heart is beating. Now that’s a secret he can’t keep hidden.

scattered clouds and a post rain sky

['kaoruu']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M